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Linda's Degradation
by Canary (canaryhouse@csonline.net)

***

If you are offended by "politically incorrect" language 
you might want to bypass this story and go on to 
another. It is the story of a little black girl who is 
used and abused, first by her parents and then by an 
old man who she calls "massa". That said, proceed at 
your own risk. (Mg, ped, nc, rp, v, intr, bd, tor)

***

AUTHOR'S NOTE: While this story is complete in itself, 
it is a follow-up to my previous story, "OH GOD, PLEASE 
DON'T" also posted on this site. You might want to read 
that first, particularly the last two chapters.

***

PROLOGUE

My name is Lisa. If you've read my previous story, you 
know that Linda was a black girl at Sam's Bar when I 
was raped and abused by her three black friends – Tom, 
Chuck, and Chico. Just before I left, I found out that 
Linda was Tom's sister.

I also told you that I went back to that same bar to 
have them do me again, slut that I am. Linda and I had 
a chance to talk both before and after my second rape 
at the hands of her friends and she told me her story. 
I will relate here, as nearly as I can remember, 
exactly what she told me.


Chapter One – Age 11

My name is Linda and my story really begins shortly 
after I turned eleven. Until that time, while it wasn't 
perfect, it was relatively peaceful and almost 
completely normal. I had two older brothers, Roger and 
Tom. I say had because Roger was shot and killed in a 
drive by shooting. He was only 14. 

We all took the shock of Roger's death in a different 
way. Mom became morose. She seemed to always be sad and 
she was short with everybody, especially me. It didn't 
matter what I did, it never seemed to satisfy her. I 
remember a hot summer day that I had on a pair of red 
shorts with a yellow halter top. The shorts were almost 
a full size too small, but then none of my clothes fit 
and my parents weren't about to spend any money on me 
unless they really had to. I was sitting in the front 
yard playing with the one doll I had, just trying to 
stay out of my mother's way. 

She had awoke that morning in and extremely sour mood, 
yelling at everyone – even Dad. I was surprised that he 
didn't hit her as he sometimes die, but he just picked 
up his lunch pail and went off to work without a word.

Anyway, I hugged the doll, pretending that she was my 
baby. I knew where baby's came from since we had sex 
education in school the previous semester. I got to 
thinking about what it would feel like to actually have 
a baby. I still couldn't figure out how a thing as big 
as a baby could get out of that little hole.

The doll wasn't exactly life size, but then neither was 
I as big as I would be when I got old enough to 
actually have a baby. I spread my legs and put the doll 
on the ground between them with the feet facing toward 
me. I looked at it. There was just no way that 
something that big could get out of me. I brought the 
doll's feet up to my crotch and pushed. It felt kind of 
good, sort of like when I would sometimes rub myself 
between my legs before I went to sleep at night.

I didn't have time to enjoy the feeling, however 
because I had no sooner started to rub the dolls feet 
up and down a little bit when I was interrupted.

"LINDY," my mother yelled. (She always called me 
Lindy.) "GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE. AND I MEAN NOW!"

I jumped up as if I'd been shot and ran past her into 
the house. I waited inside for her trembling and 
holding my dolly to my chest.

She came in and approached. "What were you doing out 
there?"

"I was just playing," I said fearfully.

She slapped me across the face so hard that I fell 
down. "Don't lie to me you worthless slut," she spat. 
"You were playing with yourself and if I ever even 
suspect that you've been doing it again I'll beat you 
within and inch of your life."

"Please Mommy," I begged. "I won't do it again."

The steam seemed to go out of her as she turned away. 
"Oh, what's the use. Your going to end up being a whore 
just like Wendy."

Wendy was 22 and my older sister. Dad had kicked her 
out of the house a couple of years ago saying that he 
wouldn't live in the same house with a whore. The last 
time I saw her was when we were on our way to McDonalds 
late one night. She was standing on the street corner 
wearing nothing but a pair of gold shorts and a black 
bra. She was flagging down cars, but when she saw us 
she turned her back and walked into a little all night 
diner behind her. Now, at age 19, I have no idea what 
ever happened to her. I heard that she had gone to New 
York to continue her "career", but I don't know if its 
true or not.

Dad's reaction to Roger's death was to pretend it had 
never happened. He just went to work every day and came 
home on the weekends and drank himself into a stupor. I 
never heard him mention Roger's name after the day of 
the funeral.

Tom began running with a bunch of the local hoods. Even 
at 17 he stood six foot two with 175 pounds of solid 
muscle. As strong and tough as he was, it was natural 
that he became a leader of the bunch of scumbags that 
he was running with. I didn't know it at the time, but 
he was making a lot of money selling drugs just down 
from the local grade school. Still, he was my brother 
and I loved him very much.

About three months after Roger's death my father 
announced at supper that he had lost his job. He said 
that with unemployment and an occasional part time job 
that we would make out just fine. My mother screamed at 
him that he was a worthless bastard; Tom offered to 
give him money; and me? I just sat there.

From that point on, things got really bad. The part-
time jobs never came because he never applied for them 
and both he and my mom started drinking heavily. Tom 
only came home long enough to eat, grab some clothes 
and leave again. He quit attending school and the 
truant officer was at our door almost daily.

The most scary thing was at night. I would lay in my 
bed and listen to them fighting. They got really loud. 
I would hear the smack of flesh on flesh as dad hit her 
to "put her in her place". Then I would hear the squeak 
of bedsprings and I would know that they had settled 
there differences at least for the night. They were 
almost as loud in their lovemaking as they were in 
there fighting but eventually it would grow quiet and I 
would drift off to sleep.

The night it happened, it was very hot. So hot in fact 
that I left my window open as far as it would go and 
all I was wearing was a very short thin nightie and a 
thin pair of panties. It was one of those rare nights 
when my parents weren't fighting. They were still 
drunk, but at least they weren't fighting so I was able 
to fall into a deep sleep around 11:00 in the evening.

I was having and erotic dream. Jason, a boy I knew at 
school and thought was extremely cute was touching my 
walnut sized breasts, flicking on the nipples with his 
thumb. It felt good and I moaned. He suddenly pinched 
really hard and I woke up with a start and was staring 
into the face of my drunken brother, Tom.

I opened my mouth to tell him to get out, but his hand 
came over my mouth stifling any noise I might make. 
"Gonna make ya a woman tonight Sis," he mumbled 
drunkenly. With his right hand, he tore my thin 
nightgown right down the front. He leaned down and took 
my left nipple into his mouth. It felt kind of good and 
I stopped struggling a little.

He reached between my legs and began rubbing my little 
slit through my sopping wet panties. I tried to keep my 
legs together, but he was just too strong. Grabbing my 
panties by the crotch, he tore them from my body. Then 
he was forcing my legs and climbing between them.

He must have planned it well because his cock was 
already out and hard as a rock. I felt him pushing at 
me, trying to get it in my tiny virgin pussy. I was 
struggling as hard as I could, but I knew that 
eventually he would succeed. I was terrified.

I opened my mouth a little and felt one of his fingers 
slip inside. I bit down as hard as I could. He pulled 
his hand away and swore softly. With my mouth free, I 
screamed as loud as I could.

"HELP, HELP, HELP!"

He quickly got his hand back over my mouth and 
continued trying to push himself into me. Then he found 
his mark and I felt the huge head begin to force itself 
into me. Even with just the head pushed in slightly at 
the opening of my pussy, I knew he was too big and I'd 
never be able to take it.

It was at that point that my bedroom door slammed open 
and the lights came on. I heard my father's voice. 
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU ASSHOLE. 
SHE'S YOUR SISTER FOR CHRIST SAKES."

I felt Tom's cock shrink down immediately without ever 
having entered me. I was grateful and yet a little 
disappointed at the same time.

I always thought that Tom was tough and my dad was 
soft. Boy was I ever wrong. Dad literally beat the hell 
out of Tom all the time screaming at him, "Its not time 
yet you stupid shit." I wondered what he meant by that, 
but it would be a long time before I understood.

Finally, Tom ran out of the house as fast as he could 
with my dad chasing him the entire way. While he was 
gone, my mother came in and sat on the edge of my bed. 
She ran her hands gently though my hair as she hugged 
me to herself crooning softly that everything would be 
alright.

When my dad returned, he looked in at the two of us. 
"Into the bedroom, Slut," he snapped at my mother. As 
she scurried out, he looked down at me. I was lying on 
my back, totally oblivious of my nakedness. He got a 
strange look in his eyes as he looked at me. It made me 
uncomfortable. "Not time yet," he mumbled softly. He 
turned out the light and shut the door.

I had a hard time getting back to sleep and when I did, 
the bedsprings in my parent's room were still 
squeaking.


Chapter Two – Jenny


As I approached my twelfth birthday, things got a 
little better. Dad got a job, sort of. I guess it was 
day labor of some sort, at least that's what he called 
it. Anyway, there was a little money coming in and mom 
had straightened up her act enough to even cook a meal 
once in a while.

Dad and Tom apparently settled there differences and he 
moved back into the house. It was weird, where before 
they had mostly cussed and swore at each other, it was 
now like they were best buddies. I often heard them 
whispering to each other, but they always clammed up 
completely when I came near them. I often saw them 
looking at me with this strange look in their eyes.

As for me, I was growing up although not as fast as I 
wanted to. My breasts had grown to almost the size of 
half a peach and I was beginning to grow a soft downy 
hair in the "vee" between my legs. My best friend, 
Jenny, and I had it all planned out. When we turned 
sixteen we were going to run away from home...totally 
away from this place. We would both find jobs and get 
an apartment in a nicer neighborhood where we could be 
away from the beatings and bad remarks. It was a grand 
plan that would never happen.

I'll never for get that day. Mom and Dad were in their 
room and Tom was crashed out on the couch. The house 
was quiet and it seemed like I was the only one awake 
and so it was that I was the one that answered the 
door. My mouth dropped open when I saw Jenny standing 
there. She was wearing nothing but a slip that barely 
covered her. She was shaking all over and tears were 
streaming down her face. There was blood running down 
her left leg. I wondered if she had cut herself 
somehow.

"Help me, Linda," she sobbed.

I stepped back so she could come into the house. I 
closed the door behind her and she collapsed into my 
arms. She was crying so loudly that I was afraid she 
would wake Tom. I led/half carried her up to my room. 
We went inside and I closed the door. She was sitting 
on the bed, her elbows were on her knees and both hands 
covered her face. She kept saying over and over, "Oh 
God...no...no...no".

I sat down on the bed beside her and put my arm around 
her shoulder. I didn't know what else to do. When she 
finally calmed down a little, I gave her a squeeze and 
asked, "What happened?"

She started to sob again and tearfully told me her 
story. "I was down at the park playing on the swings 
when Chuck and Chico came by. Chuck said he had lost 
his dog and asked me to help them look. I didn't even 
know he had a dog so I asked what kind it was. He said 
it was just a little mutt about the size of a toy 
poodle named fluffy."

She started crying uncontrollably again. She didn't 
seem to be able to get it out of here system. Finally, 
though, she calmed down a little.

"Go on," I urged her gently and she resumed her story.

She continued, "Chuck went off in one direction and 
Chico and I went in the other. We hadn't been search 
long until Chico said, 'I think I see her in those 
bushes'. He got down on one knee and called 'Here 
Fluffy, come on girl'. The was a rustle in the bushes, 
but the dog didn't appear. 'I bet she's got her collar 
caught on a branch or something,' Chico said.

She took a deep breath. "The thicket of bushes was 
pretty thick, but there was one small path leading 
toward the center of it. Chico started to go down the 
path, but he hadn't gone two steps when his shirt 
caught on some branches. He cursed, pulled free and 
backed out. He looked at me, then looked at the path. 
'You're a lot smaller than I am. I bet you could get 
through there without a problem. Do you think you could 
give it a try.' I wasn't wild about the idea, but then 
I thought about that poor little dog and told him I 
would do it."

"I started down the path and he was right, the briars 
didn't reach close enough to make me get caught on 
them. Actually, I wondered how he had managed to get 
caught on them, the briars just weren't that close. I 
was just about in the middle of the thicket, looking 
around near the ground for that little dog when I was 
grabbed from behind. There was one around my right arm 
and waist and one hand over my mouth. 

Whoever it was lifted me in the air. I was struggling 
as hard as I could, kicking out with my legs and trying 
to scratch him with my left hand. 'Chico, get down here 
and help me with this hellcat,' my assailant yelled. I 
recognized Chuck's voice and knew that he was the one 
who had grabbed me."

She began to sob uncontrollably again. When she calmed 
down a little, I said "You don't have to do this. I can 
figure out what happened."

She got a determined look on her face. "No, I want to 
do it. I need to tell someone and you're the only real 
friend I've got."

"Okay," I replied numbly, "but just take your time and 
don't push yourself."

"Anyway, Chico came down the path, without getting 
caught once on the briars, the lying bastard. When he 
got there, he grabbed my legs, but not before I was 
able to kick him a good one right in the chest. It 
didn't even seem to phase him. He just grabbed my legs 
and held them together with his left hand. God was he 
ever strong."

"He reached into his hip pocket and pulled out his 
dirty old hanky. He nodded to Chuck and the hand 
disappeared from my mouth. When I opened it to scream, 
he rammed that dirty old rag right into my mouth. He 
pulled the string belt loose from my dress and tied the 
gag in place. God it tasted terrible. It had snot on it 
and who knows what else?"

"Chico cut the extra length from my belt and they threw 
me, face down, on the ground. Using my own belt the 
tied my hands behind my back. Chuck threw me over his 
shoulder like a sack of flour and they started to run."

"We ended up right about in the middle of the area that 
is closed to the public since it hasn't been cleaned up 
yet. They threw me down on the ground and Chuck grabbed 
the front of my dress, pulled me up and looked straight 
into my eyes. 'Listen, Cunt,' he snarled. 'Cooperate 
and you just might get out of here alive. Fight us and 
we'll kill you after we're through.'"

She started shaking all over again. Her eyes were wide 
and had a wild look in them as she relived the horror 
that had overtaken her very soul. She began sobbing 
uncontrollably. I didn't know what to do. After all I 
was only eleven, so I just sat there numbly as she 
sobbed against my shoulder. Finally, she regained 
control of herself and continued her story.

"They untied my hands and stood back away from me. They 
looked huge and I've never been so scared in my life. 
'Take off your clothes,' Chuck snarled and Chico 
giggled. I looked at them dumbly. 'Take them off or 
we'll tear them off,' Chuck almost yelled."

"I didn't want that to happen so I started to unbutton 
the front of my dress. I reached the second button and 
just couldn't go on. 'I just can't,' I mumbled between 
my tears. They were on me like wild cats. Chico grabbed 
the front of my dress from the top and Chuck grabbed it 
from the back. They pulled until the fabric gave way 
and the dress was torn from my body. 'WAIT,' I yelled. 
'I'll do it."

"They stood back and I quickly grabbed the bottom of my 
slip and raised it over my head and off. I dropped it 
numbly to the ground. I was immediately sorry that I 
hadn't worn my training bra that day and I crossed my 
hands over my naked titties."

"'Put your hands down', Chuck snarled. I obediently 
lowered my hands and stood before them naked except for 
my tiny panties. 'Okay cunt, now the panties,' Chuck 
said with an evil grin. That was when I made my break. 
I put my hands at the waist band like I was going to 
take them off, then I turned and ran toward the woods 
for all I was worth. I must have startled them because 
I had gone about ten steps before Chico caught me and 
brought me back kicking and screaming."

"Back in the clearing he threw me down...hard. It 
knocked the wind out of me. 'You fucking bitch,' Chico 
snarled. He turned me over and tore at my panties 
ripping them to shreds. I could see Chuck taking off 
his clothes through Chico's arms as he attacked my poor 
titties with his hands. I felt like he was going to rip 
them right off. He leaned forward and bit the right one 
and I was sure he had ruined me. I could feel blood 
running down my chest as he chewed on the nipple like 
candy. I know he would have bit it right off if it 
hadn't been for Chuck."

"'That's enough, Chico,' Chuck yelled. Chico leaned 
back away from my tit. I looked up in horror as Chuck 
approached. He was totally naked and his... his... his 
cock was jutting out in front of him. It was huge. 
'Hold her arms, Chico, its time we made this bitch a 
woman,' he snarled. I really started to struggle then, 
but it was no use, they were just too strong."

"He got between my legs and pushed himself inside my 
body. I felt something tearing inside of me and I knew 
that he had ruined me. I screamed and screamed through 
that damned gag."

She began to cry again uncontrollably. "Oh God, Linda, 
it hurt so bad. It still hurts. I must have blacked out 
because I don't remember him finishing. The next thing 
I remember is waking up to an even bigger pain. I was 
on my stomach and Chico was ramming himself in and out 
of my...my...butt hole. I couldn't even cry anymore, 
there were no tears left. Eventually I felt him stiffen 
and I knew he was shooting his spunk up inside my 
bowels."

"He climbed off of me and I curled up into a little 
ball. I sensed, rather than heard the rustle of clothes 
as they redressed. 'We're going to have to kill her,' I 
heard Chico say. 'She'll tell someone about this for 
sure.'"

"I heard a crashing sound coming through the woods. 
'Someone's coming' I heard Chuck whisper. 'Let's get 
out of here.' Then there was nothing but blackness."

She calmed down a little and even had a little smile on 
her face. "The next thing I remember is a wetness being 
dragged over my face. I opened my eyes to find that I 
was being licked by a little dog. A DOG! There really 
WAS a dog. And those big, brave men ran away from it."

She started to chuckle and then burst into another fit 
of crying. I held her until you calmed down a little. 
"We're going to have to tell the police," I said.

"Oh, I just couldn't, it would be too embarrassing. If 
it's okay with you, I'll just stay here for a while 
until my parents get back and then I'll go home."

"If you don't tell the police, they'll just do it to 
someone else," I argued. "Do you want to be responsible 
for that?"

She seemed to draw on some inner strength. "I guess 
you're right," she said, here voice a little firmer 
than it had been.

It was then that my bedroom door opened.


Chapter Three – Jenny's Fate

I looked up. Both Tom and my father were standing in 
the doorway. That was bad enough, but the thing that 
shocked me the most was that they were both naked. I 
mean bare-assed naked and both with huge erections.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that," Tom said calmly. 
"Chuck and Chico are friends of mine." He looked at 
Jenny. "I just talked with them and they tell me you're 
one hell of a good lay."

I stood up between them, blocking Jenny's body with my 
own. "You leave her alone," I said firmly.

"Get out of the way or we'll do you after we take care 
of her," Tom snarled.

I was scared to death but Jenny was my friend. "NO," I 
literally screamed at him.

He hit me in the stomach – hard. Then he picked me up 
and literally threw me against the wall on the opposite 
side of the room. I slide down the wall and lay there 
on the floor – stunned.

He approached Jenny, his erection sticking out 
obscenely in front of him. She was scooting away from 
him on the bed. "Oh no, don't, please don't," she 
begged piteously.

"Just relax, Jenny," he said not unkindly. "We're just 
training you to be the whore you're going to grow up to 
be."

I got to my feet, ran and jumped on him. It was like 
running into a brick wall. He ignored Jenny for a 
moment as he picked me up and threw me against the wall 
again. "NOW STAY THERE," he growled. I slide down the 
wall again to the floor and I knew then that there was 
no way I would be able to stop this.

He grabbed Jenny by the legs and pulled her to the 
center of the bed. He spread her little eleven year old 
legs, centered himself against her and rammed all the 
way into her helpless pussy. He didn't even give her a 
chance to adapt. He just began right away fucking her 
furiously. Her screams were unbelievable. She just 
screamed and screamed and screamed. He must have been 
hurting her terribly.

My father came up to her and began rubbing his hard 
cock against her mouth. She instantly closed her mouth 
trying to keep him out. He grabbed her right nipple and 
squeezed hard pulling it up away from her body. At the 
same time he held her nose closed to force her to 
breath through her mouth. When her mouth opened, he 
rammed into it all the way to the base. I could see her 
throat bulging out as he forced his way down it, 
ignoring any gag reflex she may have had.

I heard a soft moaning from the side of the room. I 
looked over at the door way to find my mother standing 
there, her skirt pulled up, panties down fingering 
herself for all she was worth. The bitch was getting 
off on watching my friend get hurt.

I was just to overwhelmed by everything that was 
happening and I went into a faint. When I came back 
around, the room was quiet except for my parents and 
Tom talking quietly in another corner of the room.

I looked over at the bed. Jenny was lying there curled 
up in a little ball. I wondered for a moment if she was 
dead but then I saw her chest rising and falling 
slightly as she breathed. I crawled to the bed and 
pulled myself up on my knees beside it. I reached out 
and shook her by the arm. She didn't move. "Jenny," I 
said softly. She still didn't move. I looked at her 
eyes. They were completely vacant, it was like she had 
gone off into a world of her own and wasn't even there.

My parents locked me in their room that night. I heard 
our old car starting very late in the night. I looked 
out the window and watched as they carried Jenny's 
unmoving body to the car where they dumped it in the 
back seat. 

After they drove off, I wondered if they had killed 
her. It was bad enough that my relatives were rapists 
but I surely didn't want them to be murderers as well. 
I thought that maybe I should go to the police as soon 
as a got the chance, but then I decided that I really 
didn't want to end up in a foster home.

I later learned that they had dropped her off in front 
of her home and that she had ended up in an insane 
asylum. I went there one time when I was a little 
older, but she didn't even recognize me.


Chapter Four – A Gift for My Twelfth Birthday

After the incident with Jenny, things got extremely 
quiet around the house. Tom started coming home every 
night for dinner and was almost never drunk although I 
knew that he was still drinking because I could smell 
it on his breath. Mom, too, dropped way back on the 
amount she had been drinking. She was actually cooking 
meals for everyone and the house, while not sparkling 
clean, was still far cleaner than I had ever seen it.

Dad was the biggest change of all. I think he had quit 
drinking completely. If he was, it wasn't very much 
because I could never smell it on his breath. He went 
to work every day and came home at the same time every 
night. The biggest thing was his relationship with Mom. 
Before he used to cuss at her, calling her things like 
whore and bitch, now he was calling here things like 
honey and sweetheart. More than that he was all the 
time cuddling and kissing with her. Actually, it was a 
little sickening.

Still and all, it was a quiet life even though I could 
still hear the springs squeaking almost every night. I 
figured it was all because they felt guilty over what 
they had done to Jenny. I still missed her terribly, 
but the quiet life we had adopted around the house was 
pleasant and eventually the pain started to ease a lot.


The Friday that I turned twelve started out great. Mom 
was baking me a cake and I got to lick the bowl. Tom 
was hanging around teasing me and not actually leaving 
the house at all except to run to the store when Mom 
needed more eggs.

When Dad came home it was early, around three in the 
afternoon. That was unusual because he didn't normally 
come in until around five. I was watching a cartoon 
sitting on the couch beside Tom when he got there. When 
I saw him I got up and ran to him, jumping in his arms. 
"Daddy," I said excitedly, "you're home early."

"Well," he said in that deep masculine voice of his, "I 
wanted to be home for my big girl's birthday. Besides," 
he continued, "I had to leave early to pick up your 
present."

"Present," I squealed excitedly hugging him even 
tighter. I couldn't remember the last time I had gotten 
a present for my birthday. Even for Christmas I usually 
only got some underwear or something.

With my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around 
his body, he was holding me up by my buttocks. He began 
squeezing them roughly with his huge hands, but I was 
so excited by the idea of a present that I barely 
noticed. "Where is it," I asked.

"Where is what," he asked innocently, squeezing again. 
This time it actually hurt a little and registered in 
my subconscious.

"The present," I said petulantly. I lowered my legs 
indicating I wanted down. He bent his head forward 
lowering me so my feet would touch the floor. As I slid 
down the front of his body, I could feel his hard 
member pressing against my body, even through my dress 
and his rough jeans. Finally he let go of my ass and I 
stepped back looking at him little suspiciously. "Just 
where is it," I asked.

He grinned broadly. "Come with me and I'll show you." 
He held out his hand. I took it and he led me out onto 
the front porch with my mother and Tom trailing behind. 
When we got there, my mouth dropped open. There it was 
– my very own bicycle.

I took the three steps off the porch in one leap. I 
took the handle bars in my hands. It wasn't a new bike 
by any means, but somebody had painted it a bright red 
and there was even a bell by the right handgrip. I 
looked at my parents and smiled. "Thanks," I said 
appreciatively. They just nodded. Wow, this was really 
cool.

"Is it okay if I go show Jen..," I began and then I 
remembered that Jenny wasn't around anymore. "Can I 
take it for a ride," I asked weakly.

My father grinned. "Sure, just be back in time to eat 
at four thirty." I put the kickstand up and was ready 
to roll...I thought. I put my foot on the right pedal 
and pushed, raising my left leg at the same time – 
nothing happened and I almost fell down before finally 
righting the bike. I looked at my parents in disbelief.

My father was grinning broadly. Tom was laughing out 
loud and even my mother was giggling a little. "It 
might help if you unlocked it first," my father said 
holding out the key. I then received a lecture that I 
was never to leave the bike unlocked when I wasn't 
using it. I knew that they were right because I would 
be the only kid in the neighborhood with a bike as good 
as the one they had given me.

While I was riding through the park I saw Chuck and 
Chico. I didn't speak and neither did they. I vowed 
then and there that someday I would get them for what 
they did to Jenny. God did I ever miss her.

Dinner was a grand affair. My mother had fixed chicken 
and dumpling which was my favorite meal. After we had 
eaten, she brought out the cake. She had really gone 
all out on it. It was a chocolate cake with white icing 
and it said happy birthday, Linda across the top in red 
lettering. There were twelve candles lined around the 
outside.

They lit the candles and everybody sang Happy Birthday. 
Then I made a wish and blew out the candles. It took me 
two breaths to do it though so I guess I didn't get my 
wish.

Afterward, we all had cake and, another surprise, ice 
cream. As the guest of honor I got to sit in dad's big 
easy chair while I was eating it. Dad and Tom sat on 
the couch and my mother sat in her own chair. When we 
were finished, Mom took the dishes, sat them in the 
sink and came back into the living room and sat down. 
While she was doing that, Tom got up and pulled down 
the shades while Dad locked the doors.

When everybody was seated the room got very quiet. I 
wasn't sure what was happening so I just sat still, 
squirming a little. Finally, Daddy looked over at me. 
"Have you had a good birthday so far?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I bubbled. "It's the best birthday I've ever 
had." I looked over at my new bike sitting on the other 
side of the room. "I never dreamed I'd really have my 
own bike."

"Well, we're glad you've enjoyed it so far," daddy 
said. "And now its time for the birthday spanking." I'm 
sure my eyes went wide. "You're almost a grown up girl 
now and to celebrate your 'coming of age' we want you 
to show us just how grown up you are. If you take your 
spanking without crying that will be the end of your 
birthday. If you cry, you will have to be punished. Do 
you understand?"

I just sat there trembling. "Do you understand?" This 
time it was a little louder. I nodded numbly. "You will 
receive 12 swats from each of us, one for each year 
you've been alive, beginning with your mother, then 
Tom, and, finally, me. Now go and lay across your 
mother's lap."

I just sat there. "Please, Daddy, don't make me do 
this," I begged. Tears were running down my face. I had 
been so happy about my birthday, but now I was just 
scared.

"Do it NOW," he rumbled. "If I have to get up and come 
over there, you're really going to get it."

Timidly I climbed from the chair and approached my 
mother. I looked at her face. I had never seen her look 
so stern before and I saw something I didn't recognize 
in her eyes which I now know was lust.

She laid me across her lap and held me down with her 
left hand. I turned my head to look up at her. Her 
right arm was in the air. I watched in horror as the 
hand came down hard across my ass. WHAP "One," she 
counted. WHAP "Two"

It continued on until it she reached twelve. It hurt 
like mad even through the material of my thin dress and 
panties. It wasn't unbearable, however, and I just laid 
there and took it, gritting my teeth to keep from 
crying. I didn't know what kind of punishment they had 
in mind if I cried, but I was sure it would be much 
worse than the spanking.

I got off of her lap and just stood there rubbing my 
sore bum. "Now go over to your brother," my mother 
said. I didn't want to go, but I didn't know what else 
to do. I started to slowly shuffle toward Tom.

As I approached he sat up straight on the couch and put 
his knees together. I knew what he wanted so I 
obediently bent over his knees. I just wanted to get it 
over with. He pulled up the back of my skirt so that 
the only thing covering my defenseless ass was my 
panties.

When the first swat hit I yelped. I couldn't help it. 
He was hitting at least twice as hard as mom had. Then 
I gritted my teeth and, somehow, took the last eleven 
without crying. I groaned a lot, but that was it. When 
he hit the last stroke, however, I was off his lap in a 
flash jumping up and down holding my ass. "OH! OH! OH! 
OW! OW! OW! It hurts so baaaadddd."

Tom was grinning broadly. My daddy laughed out loud, "I 
can't believe you still haven't cried. I'll bet your 
little ass is bright red even through your black skin."

Tom started to chuckle. "Why don't we have her show 
us?"

"An excellent idea," my daddy answered. "Linda, take 
off your panties and raise your dress so we can see if 
your ass is really red."

"Oh, Daddy, I couldn't. PLEASE don't make me."

My mother interrupted. "Do as your father told you, 
Linda. And do it NOW!"

I turned and looked at my mother and stood there 
staring in disbelief. I couldn't believe my eyes. She 
had her skirt hiked up around her waist and her hand 
inside her panties, rubbing furiously. I knew then that 
I was in serious trouble. My mother was a total slut 
and my father and brother...I remembered Jenny...my 
father and brother were rapists. What chance did I 
have?

They had been nice at the start of today just to gain 
my trust. I wondered if they were wicked enough that 
they wanted to make me happy so that my humiliation 
would be that much greater.

Steeling myself, because I knew the rest of the night 
was going to be rough, I reached up under my skirt, 
grabbed the waist of my panties, pulled them down and 
let them drop at my feet. My mother started rubbing 
even more furiously. Her eyes rolled back in her head 
and she shock all over as a powerful orgasm overtook 
her.

I was shook from my thoughts by my father's voice. "Now 
raise the skirt, Linda. Tom and I want to see if your 
ass is red." Resigned, I reached down and grabbed the 
hem of my skirt. I raised it quickly fearing that if I 
went slowly I would lose my nerve.

My mother's eyes were back. She was staring intently at 
my hairless pussy and frigging herself hard once again. 
Apparently she became impatient because she paused just 
long enough to push her own panties down and off. Then 
she went back to fingering herself. She inserted one 
finger and looked directly at me. "Do you like what you 
see?" she asked.

I closed my eyes as tight as I could and shook my head. 
I felt hands squeezing the buns of my sore ass. "Not 
yet, Tom," my father said. "She hasn't cried yet and 
I'll be damned if I don't think she might make it." 
Then to me, "Get your black ass across my knee's girl."

I had been so appalled by the sluttishness of my mother 
that I had forgotten I still had twelve more swats to 
take. From my father's words I thought I might be able 
to get out of this yet.

I dropped my skirt back down and walked to him to get 
across his knees. He stopped me before I got there, 
however. "Wait a minute girl," he growled. "Before you 
get in position, lose the skirt."

"Daddy, please no..."

"Don't give me any back talk, girl. You don't have 
anything we haven't seen before."

Reluctantly, I dropped my skirt, letting it lie in a 
heap around my feet. I was now naked except for my tiny 
tee shirt. I laid across his lap, determined that I 
wasn't going to cry no matter what.

I expected him to begin my beating, for that was what 
it truly was, right away. But instead he began to 
gently massage my butt cheeks. It eased the pain of the 
former spankings somewhat and then, as he continued for 
a very long time I began to relax. I even got a little 
excited as I could feel the wetness between my legs but 
that may have been caused by his hard member that I 
could feel pushing against the side of my body.

Just when I thought that maybe he wasn't going to 
really spank me, he started – really hard. It startled 
me so much that I started to cry – I just couldn't help 
it. Tears were streaming down my face and I was 
screaming at the top of my voice. When he hit six 
strokes he stopped for a second. He reached between my 
legs and stroked my pussy lightly. I began to calm down 
and get a little excited when he started again and 
again I was crying as hard as I could as the last six 
strokes rained down upon my helpless body.

When he finally let me up, I immediately ran up the 
stairs to my room. I threw myself across the bed and 
began crying uncontrollably. I was shaking all over. 
Why? Oh why were they so mean to me?

I hadn't been there fifteen minutes when I heard my 
door open and my mother's voice. "Linda, come back 
downstairs, we want to talk to you." I got up and 
reached for a robe when she interrupted me. "You won't 
need that." I ignored her and put on the robe anyway.

Back downstairs, I carefully sat down in the easy chair 
my father usually occupied. I say carefully because my 
ass was still very sore. Once my mother was back and 
seated, my father began:

"Linda, as you know you failed the big girl test by 
crying during your spanking. However, you are now at 
the age where you should indeed be a big girl. So what 
we're going to do is teach you how to be a big girl and 
part of that is knowing how to please a man."

I started to cry again, remembering what had happened 
to Jenny and now it was going to happen to me. My 
father continued, "Part of knowing how to please a man 
is knowing the proper way to suck his cock." I started 
crying even harder. "Your mother is one of the best 
cocksuckers I've ever met so she will demonstrate on me 
and then you can try it on Tom." He looked at my 
mother. "Come over and start the demonstration, dear."

She got up and stood in front of him. She slowly began 
unbuttoning the buttons on the front of her dress. She 
looked at me and smiled. "Whenever possible, you should 
be totally naked when you're sucking off a man. The 
sight of your naked body will excite him even further."

She continued removing her clothes until she stood 
naked before him. She fell to her knees in front of him 
reaching for his belt at the same time. She then 
unbuckled and unbuttoned him. Pulling his zipper down 
she reached for both sides of his jeans and pulled both 
the jeans and his boxer shorts down and off at the same 
time. She turned toward me, "I was able to do that 
because he wasn't wearing shoes. If you are preparing 
to go down on a man with shoes, always remove them 
first."

I was barely able to hear her. My eyes were fixed in 
amazement at my fathers erect cock. It was huge. It 
must have been at least nine inches long and an inch 
and a half across. I had been too upset to notice when 
they were raping Jenny. My mother's voice finally 
penetrated my consciousness. "Yes, he does have a nice 
big cock, doesn't he my dear." I nodded dumbly. "Now 
listen to me because this is the most important part. 
Look at me. Always wrap your lips around your teeth so 
you won't accidentally scrape his member. Like this." 
She showed me her mouth. Her lips were wrapped around 
her teeth so that her mouth looked like a big toothless 
hole. "Now you try it." 

I was beginning to get a little excited. I could feel 
the wetness of my juices flowing out from between my 
legs. Involuntarily, my hands went to my pussy and I 
started rubbing furiously against my clit. I could 
hardly believe that I was playing with myself in front 
of my parents and brother, but I just couldn't help it.

"Linda," my mother said crossly. "Pay attention." She 
sounded just like my teacher at school.

I removed my hand from my pussy like it was a hot 
stove. I was so embarrassed. Obediently, I covered my 
teeth with my lips like she had shown me. "Now," my 
mother continued, "you may want to lick around it a 
little before you deep throat it." She leaned forward 
and ran her tongue up the whole length of my father's 
cock. He moaned softly.

She pulled back and looked at me again. "To deep throat 
him, you will need to overcome your gag reflex. To do 
this, when you begin to gag, swallow as hard as you can 
and push forward. That way he will slip right into your 
throat."

She leaned forward and took dad's cock into her mouth. 
She bobbed up and down a couple of times and then, as I 
watched in disbelief, his entire length disappeared 
into her mouth and down her throat.

She pulled off of him and looked at me. "Now you get 
over here to Tom and show us what you've learned."

I climbed from the chair and walked woodenly to stand 
in front of my widely grinning brother. I sank to my 
knees in front of him and reached for his belt. My 
mother interrupted, "You're forgetting something, 
Linda."

I thought for a minute and then I remembered. I stood 
up before my brother and turned around. I untied my 
robe and lowered it slowly down my back. I looked over 
my shoulder at Tom and smiled as my bare ass came into 
view. I let the robe drop to the floor and turned 
around exposing my hairless pussy to his excited gaze. 
His mouth was open in disbelief. He didn't think I was 
going to like what was happening. He was wrong, at 
least I hoped he was wrong. I had decided that since I 
couldn't prevent this thing I may as well try to enjoy 
it.

I raised my tee shirt until just the bottom part of my 
breasts were exposed, then I quickly jerked if over my 
head and dropped it to the floor. I put my hands to my 
sides. I was completely naked in front of my parents 
and brother. I was going to suck my brother's cock and 
I was embarrassed, a little afraid, and very excited. I 
could feel my juices gathering between my legs.

I fell to my knees in front of him, quickly stripped of 
his shoes and almost as quickly had his pants and 
jockey shorts off of him so that he was naked from the 
waist down. His cock was even a little bigger than 
dad's and I wasn't at all sure that I would even be 
able to get it in my mouth.

I reached out hesitantly and took it in my small hand. 
I could barely get my fingers around half of it. I 
pumped up and down on it a few times and saw a clear 
liquid appear at the opening at the top of it. I 
wondered if this was the cum the girls at school talked 
about. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue to 
taste it. I was surprised to find that it was almost 
tasteless, but what taste there was I liked.

I licked up and down his shaft a couple of times. I 
heard my mother in the background. "Take him into your 
mouth now, dear. Remember to cover your teeth with your 
lips." I opened my mouth as wide as I could, covered my 
teeth with my lips and attempted to take his knob into 
my mouth. It was all I could do, but I finally managed 
to get it inside. I sucked on it like a lollipop.

I felt Tom's hands on the top of my head. It hit the 
back of my mouth and I began to gag. I pushed as hard 
as I could on him trying to get him off of me. It was 
no longer erotic, it simply hurt. I felt my mother's 
hands rubbing my back. "Swallow, Linda, swallow. You 
can do it." I knew that she was absolutely crazy. If 
that thing ever entered my throat it would kill me. 
Nevertheless, I swallowed.

I felt the start of his cock entering my throat. I had 
never felt anything so painful. It felt like a 
telephone pole had been rammed down my throat. Tears 
were running from my eyes as he continued to push 
himself into my defenseless throat. He never stopped 
until I felt the hairs of his crotch pressing against 
my mouth and I knew he was all the way buried inside of 
me.

I was feeling nothing but one long unbelievably painful 
mouth fucking as he pulled out slightly and plunged 
back in, pulled out and plunged. I was struggling the 
whole time as he fucked my mouth unmercifully. "Holy 
shit, Sis, you're the best mouth fuck I've ever had," 
he yelled. "Here it comes!" I felt him grow even bigger 
in my helpless throat and I knew that he was spurting 
his cum directly into my stomach. He pulled out until 
just the head was in my mouth and continued spurting 
gobs of his terrible tasting spunk.

I swallowed as fast as I could because I had no choice, 
but even so some of it seeped out the sides of my 
mouth. Finally, the spurts become less and less and 
then they stopped completely. I felt him grow soft in 
my mouth. He let go of my head and I pulled off. I 
turned my head to the side and began retching all over 
the floor beside me.

I watched in horror as the gobs of cum that had entered 
my stomach came back up. The white cum was speckled 
with streaks of red and I knew that somehow he had torn 
my esophagus and I was throwing up blood along with his 
cum. Finally the retching stopped and I curled up in a 
ball with my throat hurting unbelievably bad. It hurt 
too much for me to even cry. Then everything went 
completely black.

When I came to, I was lying on the floor with my head 
in my mother's lap. She was stroking my hair and cooing 
to me softly. I never will understand my mother. At 
times she can be the most caring loving mother in the 
world. At other times she can be a total bitch and a 
slut. This was one of her caring moments. "She's coming 
around, Cal," she said to my father. "Don't you think 
she's had enough for one night?"

"Now Ellie," he replied. "You know what we agreed to. 
Besides, I've waited twelve years to get into that 
little virgin twat of hers and that's long enough for 
any man to wait."

My mother sighed. "I suppose you're right, Cal. Its 
just that your so big and she's so little and Tom was 
so rough on her."

"You know that's the way the men in our family are, 
Ellie. We treat women like the total sluts they are and 
if sometimes we're a little rough on them that's just 
the way it is. I'll tell you what though, if you want 
to help her out a little with that talented tongue of 
yours I won't object." He chuckled, "Besides there's 
nothing like a little mother-daughter lesbian sex to 
get a man excited."

By this time I was totally awake. I looked up at my 
mother with wide eyes. "What's lesbian sex?" I rasped. 
My throat was so sore I could barely talk above a 
whisper.

She looked down on me with total love in her eyes. 
""That's when two women make love to each other, honey. 
Daddy just said that I can get you all excited so it 
won't hurt so bad when he pops your little cherry. Do 
you want me to do that for you?"

I wasn't at all sure about that, but at least it would 
put off the time when Tom and my dad raped me like they 
did Jenny. The pain in my throat had died down a 
little, but I still didn't think I could talk without 
pain so I just nodded.

My mother had to help me to my feet. My body hurt all 
over. I stood watching as Tom and my dad removed the 
couch cushions and pulled out the hide-a-bed. I hadn't 
even known it was that kind of couch.

My mother positioned me on my back in the middle of the 
bed and told me to spread my legs. She positioned 
herself between the "V" of my legs, leaned forward and 
started licking around the outer lips of my pussy. That 
felt kind of good and I started to squirm a little. 
Then she licked between the lips all the way from my 
hole to the top where she nibbled gently on my clit. 
That felt unbelievably good and I forgot all about my 
pain and began to moan. She alternated between licking 
my clit and pushing her tongue into my hole. I went up 
and up and up and then I had the biggest orgasm I had 
ever had in my whole life. I shook all over as the 
sensations of pleasure flooded over me.

My mother raised to her knees and looked down at me 
smiling. I could see the juices from my cunt on her 
lips. She stuck out her tongue to run it around the 
lips to take in my juices to taste.

"Okay, that's enough," my father said eagerly. "It's my 
turn."

My mother turned around on the bed and kneeled on my 
arms. She reached forward and grabbed an ankle in each 
hand. She pulled at my legs until I was bent almost 
completely double. She spread her arms causing my legs 
to spread until I was wide open and available to anyone 
who wanted to use me. "Be brave, my darling," she 
whispered quietly.

I watched in horror as my father climbed onto the bed. 
He looked at me and said, "When I finish with this, you 
will no longer be a little girl but a real woman." He 
centered his cock on my virgin cunt and pushed just a 
little. "Damn but you're tight," he said. "Getting 
inside you is going to take some force."

"Please, Daddy," I begged piteously. "Don't do this to 
me."

"I have to," he said. "We need the money." I wondered 
what in the world he was talking about. I was going to 
ask, but before I could he rammed forward with all his 
might. I screamed as he tore away my cherry and buried 
himself completely in my cunt.

"IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" I couldn't help myself. The pain 
was unbelievable. It was as if he had stuck his whole 
arm inside me instead of his cock even though I knew 
his arm was bigger. He didn't give me a chance to 
adjust, but started fucking me hard immediately. I 
screamed and screamed. I was nothing but one total mass 
of pain. "IIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

He kept plunging in and out, in and out. Faster and 
faster. There was no pleasure in this act. There was 
nothing but unbelievable pain. I couldn't stop 
screaming. I tried to pull free, but my mother held my 
legs tight. It seemed to go on forever, but finally I 
felt him stiff above me and I knew he was filling me 
with his seed. Oh God, I thought through the pain, What 
if he makes me pregnant. My mother released my legs and 
he collapsed on top of me.

I couldn't breath and I was afraid he was going to 
smother me. At that moment I hurt so bad that death 
would have been a welcome relief. Finally, however, he 
rolled off of me. I curled myself up in to a tight 
little ball, trying to make the pain as little as 
possible. I could feel my blood, my virgin blood 
flowing down the side of my right leg. I wonder numbly 
if I was going to bleed to death.

I felt strong arms lifting me up and carrying me up the 
stairs. I was laid gently on my bed. "Try to get some 
sleep, Honey," I heard my mother say. "We'll talk in 
the morning."

I heard the door close quietly and the lights in my 
bedroom go out. I laid there in the dark wondering what 
I had ever done to deserve this. And on my own twelfth 
birthday no less. Finally, I drifted into a fitful 
sleep.

Chapter Five – Whoring

The next morning my mother came into my room and sat on 
the bed beside me. She was still naked, but for some 
reason that didn't surprise me. "I need to talk with 
you, Linda," she said quietly.

"Now that you're no longer a virgin in every way but 
one, you're going to have to start earning your keep."

I looked at her quizzically.

She continued, "There are a lot of men out there, 
particularly white men, who will pay a lot of money to 
fuck a little black girl. In the beginning we will 
bring the men here. Later, when you get a little bit 
more experience, we will send you to the men. You'll 
have to get yourself all prettied up because the first 
man is coming at eight o'clock tonight."

" at... but," I stammered. "That would make me a whore. 
Daddy kicked Wendy out for being a whore."

Her voice turned hard. "No, Daddy kicked Wendy out 
because the little tramp was holding out on us. We were 
hardly making any money at all off of her."

"No, Mommy, please," I begged piteously. "I don't want 
to be a whore."

"You don't have a choice about it," she said harshly. 
"The women in this family have been spreading their 
legs for money for as long as anybody can remember."

"Even great grandma Jones?" I asked, hoping to disprove 
what she had said.

She laughed. "Especially great grandma Jones. She used 
to brag that if all the different cocks she'd had in 
her were spread end to end they would go around the 
world twice."

"Anyway, you get some rest because tonight's going to 
be hard on you. You're going to lose your last 
virginity to Jim McDonald."

"My last virginity?" I asked questioningly.

She laughed again. "Your sweet little asshole, girl. 
Your sweet little asshole." With that she got up and 
walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

After she left I lay there shaking. I had thought my 
throat was small and my poor little pussy still hurt 
from where my father had raped me last night. But my 
asshole? That was smaller than any of my other 
openings.

I reached back an put my little finger against it. I 
pushed in just a little bit and even that hurt. I was 
still extremely tired from my ordeal the previous night 
and eventually I fell back into a fitful sleep.

The next thing I remember, is my mother calling me. 
"Linda, its time to get up and get ready for your date 
tonight."

I came instantly awake. "Date? Ha! That's a laugh. Rape 
would be more like it," I said bitterly.

"Now, Linda, don't be that way," my mother replied. 
Then motioning, "Come with me."

I was still naked, but that just didn't matter to me 
anymore. I even wiggled my ass at Tom when we passed in 
the hall as I obediently followed my mother.

She took me into the bathroom and closed the door. The 
first thing I noticed was a rubber bag that looked like 
it was filled with water or something. There was a long 
hose with a clip and a wicked looking nozzle on the end 
of it. I had seen it before, but I didn't have any idea 
what it was for and previously the bag had been empty.

"First, I need to teach you how to douche," my mother 
told me. She picked up the nozzle and handed it to me. 
"Here, stick this up your pussy as far as it will go."

I looked closer at the nozzle. It was larger at one end 
with holes in it then it tapered down so that it fit 
into the hose. I wasn't anywhere near as big as daddy's 
cock had been last night so I figured it probably 
wouldn't hurt too much. So, to keep my mother from 
getting mad, I just spread my legs and pushed it inside 
myself.

She told me to sit on the toilet and then she opened 
the nozzle. It felt kind of strange as the liquid 
poured into my impaled cunt. Actually, it turned me on 
a little.

While it was running into me and back out into the 
toilet, my mother explained what was going on. "You'll 
want to do this as quickly as possible after every time 
you've been fucked in the cunt. The water has a 
spermicidal in it to keep you from getting pregnant. 
She showed me the powder that was mixed with the water. 
If you haven't, you'll still want to do it after every 
time you have sex to keep yourself smelling fresh for 
your next customer."

When the bag was empty I figured we were done. I pulled 
the nozzle out and started to walk away. "Where do you 
think you are going young lady," my mother barked. "We 
aren't finished yet." I turned back toward her. She was 
already refilling the bag with warm water. "Lay on the 
floor on your left side," she told me.

I obeyed, wondering what was going on now. I felt her 
lifting my right butt cheek and then there was 
something greasy pressing against my little rosebud 
between them. I gasped as I felt the same nozzle she 
had used for the douche being pushed deep into my ass. 
It hurt a little, but not too bad.

"Now lay still," she said as she opened the clip and 
the water flowed into my bowels. "Normally we wouldn't 
use this nozzle, but I want you to be particularly 
clean for Jim."

She repeated the procedure three times and by the time 
she was through I figured I wouldn't have to shit for a 
week. She then had me take a shower that was so hot 
that I was sure it was going to burn me.

From there we went back to my bedroom and changed the 
sheets. By this time it was seven in the evening. She 
told me to lay down for a little while. I felt a whole 
lot better from everything that had been done to me and 
I fell asleep almost immediately.

I didn't get to sleep for long though because she was 
back at seven thirty to "get me ready" for Jim. When 
she was done I was tied face down on the bed. There 
were three pillows piled up under my crotch which 
pushed my little ass way up in the air. My hands were 
tied to the two front bedposts and my feet were tied to 
the two bottom posts. I was completely helpless.

Before she left, I looked at my mother, "Mommy, how 
much am I getting for letting the man do this to me?" I 
really didn't want to know, I was just trying to put 
off the inevitable as long as possible.

She looked at me aghast. "You, my sweet daughter, are 
getting a roof over your head, a few clothes and food 
in your stomach. Your daddy and I are getting a 
thousand dollars for your pretty little asshole." She 
left then, slamming the door behind her.

I laid there shaking for what seemed like a long time 
although in reality I'm sure it was only about fifteen 
minutes. I could hear voices wafting up from 
downstairs. They were making no attempt to keep their 
voices down but it was still I had to listen closely to 
hear what they were saying.

There was obviously a strange man down there because I 
heard him say, "Do you still have that little quirt I 
used on Wanda the last time I was here?"

I heard my father's reply. "Yes, but if you want to use 
it, it's going to cost a lot more. Wanda was out of 
commission for two weeks when you used that on her. I 
lost a lot of money."

I could hear them continuing to haggle about price. 
They were arguing about what it was going to cost to 
hurt me. I couldn't believe it and started crying.

Finally, I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. 
I heard the door to my room open and I knew it was 
about to start. I was shaking all over.

Through tear-filled eyes I looked at the man who was 
about to abuse me. He was fairly short, about five-
eight or so. He was dressed in a black suit with a 
white shirt and black tie. He carried a short little 
quirt. But thing think that impressed me most about him 
was that he was old...I mean ancient. He wasn't 
overweight, but apparently he had been because his skin 
hung in folds around his neck and face. He grinned at 
me and I saw that his teeth had been broken off in 
several places. It was an evil grin. "Hello, slut," he 
said softly.

"Hello," I sobbed. "Please, please don't hurt me."

"Oh, but I want to hurt you."

"Why do you want to do that?"

"Because I can," he said and brought the quirt down 
hard against my naked defenseless ass. I screamed and 
screamed. I knew that the evil thing had broken the 
skin because I could feel the blood running down the 
side of my butt.

While I was screaming, he was calmly undressing. 
Finally, I calmed down a little. He climbed onto the 
bed and stood straddling me. He brought the quirt down 
hard between my splayed legs. The body of it spread my 
defenseless ass cheeks ant the tip whipped around and 
dug directly into my clit.

He laughed maniacally. He jumped between my legs, 
centered himself on my ass hole and plunged into me. 
The pain was unbelievable.

"OH GOD! PLEASE STOP! TAKE IT OUT OF ME, PLEEEZE!"

He ignored my pleas and began fucking me as hard as he 
could. I felt like my entire insides were being ripped 
out. My screams turned to guttural moans. It hurt so 
bad that I couldn't even scream anymore. I just wanted 
it to be over. I wanted to curl up into a little ball 
and die.

Eventually, I felt him stiffen and I knew he was 
shooting into my torn rectum. 'Thank God,' I thought. 
'It's over.' I couldn't have been more wrong.

I felt myself being maneuvered around. I was too weak 
to resist. When he was finished, I was bound spread-
eagled again, but this time on my back. The damned 
pillows were under my butt this time pushing my pussy 
up for his use.

I thought he was just going to fuck me, but he climbed 
off the bed to stand beside it. He had the quirt. He 
raised it high over his head and then he brought it 
swishing down to land right on my exposed tits. I 
screamed. Oh God how I screamed. I looked down to see 
that both of my breasts were bleeding right below the 
nipple.

His next blow cut a strip across both breasts right 
above the nipple. "Damn it all," he cursed. "How could 
my aim be so off?" He brought the quirt down again and 
this time it landed right on the tips of my nipples 
tearing them open. I screamed once and blacked out from 
the pain.

When I came back around it was to increased pain. He 
was standing straddling me again and whipping my cunt 
with that damned quirt. He must have been doing it for 
a while because I could feel my blood running down the 
crack of my ass and puddling on the bed. I hadn't 
thought I had it in me to scream anymore. I was wrong.

He must have been waiting for me to start screaming 
again, because he immediately dropped the quirt. He 
jumped between my legs and brutally rammed himself into 
the bloody gash that was my cunt. It was too much. I 
blacked out again.

When I began to revive a bit, the man was gone. I was 
no longer bound and I could feel the coolness that new 
sheets give off. There were bandages on my tits and 
between my legs. My mother was wiping my forehead with 
a cool washcloth.

I groaned slightly in pain. That prompted my mother to 
begin crooning softly to me. "Oh my poor baby. Its 
going to be okay. Mommy will make you feel better." Her 
voice turned hard. "That bastard was even more brutal 
with you than he was with Wanda. When your daddy saw 
what he had done to you he beat the hell out of him, 
took all the rest of the money that was in his wallet 
and kicked him out in the street in nothing but his 
jockey shorts."

Even through all my pain I had to grin at that. The 
bastard deserved that and more.

It took me six weeks to fully recover from the incident 
with Jim. Although mom and dad had me back whoring in 
five weeks. Over the next seven months I probably had 
more cocks in my cunt, mouth and asshole than the 
average woman has in her lifetime. Then something 
happened that would change my life for a long time.

Chapter Six – Sugar Daddy

When I turned thirteen mom and dad put me out working 
the streets. They said they didn't want to make the 
same mistake with me that they had with Wendy so they 
told me I could keep everything I made over five 
hundred dollars a night. Five hundred dollars a night? 
Even at fifty dollars a throw which was what I figured 
I could charge because of my age I would have to take 
care of ten cocks before I would start to make anything 
for myself. I wondered how sore my pussy would be if I 
took on twenty in one night. I decided that would be my 
goal. I had already decided that I wasn't going to be 
their whore for any longer than I had to.

I remember my first night on the streets. It was the 
first day of my summer vacation. My dad dropped me off 
in the red light district just before dark. He had 
rented a room for me at the sleazy motel about two 
blocks away. I had strict instructions not to get in to 
anybody's car until I got to know some of the 
clientele. Clientele? Bastards would have been more 
like it. Being a whore at home was one thing, but being 
out here on the street like a common slut was another 
thing entirely. I didn't like it one little bit.

Anyway, I just stood there in the background for a 
while as the pros began plying their trade. I couldn't 
believe the way they were dressed. One woman was 
wearing nothing more than a bra and panties and 
something very thin at that. Nothing was left to the 
imagination. There seemed to be nobody in anything more 
really short shorts and a halter top. It was funny, but 
in a way I felt out of place in my short frumpy dress, 
bobby socks and penny loafers. Underneath my dress I 
was wearing a red bra and panties – my mother bought 
them for me as she said they looked good against my 
black skin and that would drive the "Johns" wild.

The whores would wave at passing cars and men would 
pull up to the curb and talk for a few minutes. 
Sometimes the woman would get into the car and it would 
pull away. About a half an hour later the girl would be 
back.

I had been standing there for about and hour trying to 
work up my nerve to go a little bit forward and wave at 
some cars when a black woman came up to me. She was 
wearing red short shorts and a red bra. I thought about 
what my mother had said about red looking sexy against 
black skin. "What are you doing here, honey," she asked 
kindly. "You're way too young to be out here like this. 
These people will eat you alive."

I screwed up my courage. I had this almost 
uncontrollable urge to cry, but I choked back the 
tears. "I'm here for the same reason you are," I said 
with more bravado than I actually felt.

She laughed. "You? You're not even wet behind the ears 
yet."

I couldn't hold it any longer. I started to cry with my 
mouth scrunched up and tears running down my face. 
"It's not that I want to," I sobbed. "I don't have a 
choice."
"Hey, kid," she said not unkindly. "Turn off the tears. 
That's not going to do you any good at all."

I sniffled and wiped the tears away from my eyes. I 
still felt like crying, but somehow I held it back.

"Look," she said. "It's early and business won't really 
pick up for a while. Why don't we go down to Barney's 
and get a cup of coffee and we can talk about this for 
a while."

"Barney's?"

"It's a little hole-in-the-wall just down the street, 
but they serve a good cup of coffee and their food 
isn't too bad either if you're hungry."

I nodded numbly. "Okay," I said aloud.

When we entered there were two girls sitting in a booth 
just inside the door eating diner. "Hi Laura," one of 
them said through a mouthful of food. "Who's the kid? 
Yours?"

"No, this is..." She looked at me.

"Linda," I said timidly.

"That's just like you, Laura," said the other girl 
wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Taking in all the 
little urchins that show up around here."

I was beginning to get my spunk back. I had a new 
friend in Laura or at least I thought she might be a 
friend and I wasn't going to put up with her being 
insulted. "I am NOT an urchin" I said angrily. I wasn't 
really sure what an urchin was, but it didn't sound 
like anything good.

"Come on Linda," said Laura. "Let's sit down."

She led me to a booth in the far back corner of the 
restaurant. A really fat, bald man, who I assumed was 
Barney, came over to take our order. Laura had a coffee 
and I got a hot chocolate since I really didn't like 
coffee.

Once our filled cups were in front of us, she looked me 
straight in the eye. "Okay," she said, "What did you 
mean that you don't have a choice?"

I stared at my folded hands on the table. "I just 
don't," I mumbled.

"And the reason you don't is?"

She was being persistent and I was getting irritated. 
"Because my daddy dropped me of and told me I had to," 
I snapped. "Now are you satisfied?"

"You poor thing. There must be something we can do." 
She paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking. 
"I'll tell you what, I've got a friend, a client 
actually, who's a cop. We can have him arrest your 
daddy and put him in jail. That way you won't have to 
do this."

I started to sob softly. I knew that she was just 
trying to be nice, but she just didn't understand. "We 
can't do that," I said through my tears. "They might 
put me in a foster home and I couldn't stand that. Even 
if they didn't, my brother would just take over and put 
me right back out here and if he didn't my mother 
would."

"Wow, your family sounds like a bunch of real 
bastards." I could tell she was really mad. If her face 
hadn't been so black, I'm sure it would have turned red 
with anger.

"I guess you're right. But I should have expected it. 
They did the same thing with my sister."

"You have a sister? What was her name?"

"Wendy," I answered.

She was quiet for a long time. Finally, she sighed. 
"You probably aren't going to believe this, but I knew 
your sister. As a matter of fact we were best friends 
before she took off for New York with Rob."

I was excited. "You knew Wendy? Is she okay?"

"As far as I know. I got a letter from her about a 
month ago. I guess Rob got a job in the stock exchange 
and is making good money. They are still together and 
planning on getting married in January. She asked about 
you. Wanted to know if I had seen you on the streets 
yet. I wrote back and told her I hadn't. Guess I owe 
her another letter since I've met you."

"Wow, I'm really happy that she's doing okay." Suddenly 
I remembered. "Oh God, I've got get back on the street. 
Dad said if I didn't bring in at least four hundred 
dollars tonight he was going to kill me. He might do it 
too." I started to cry again. Why was life so unfair?

"There, there little one," Laura said. "Wendy asked me 
take care of you if you showed up and I owe her that 
much, she's been a really good friend. She helped me 
out when I was flat broke and didn't have a cent. I've 
got a lot of regular clients who will pay a lot to be 
with somebody as young as you. What are you about 
fourteen?"

"Thirteen," I told her.

When we left the restaurant it was totally dark and the 
street was abuzz with cars stopping, girls leaving and 
returning and so forth. Laura put me in a dark corner 
and told me to wait and she would "see what she could 
do."

As I watched it didn't appear like she was very good at 
what she did. The other girls had left and been back 
several times and still she just stood there with her 
hands on her hips. After about 45 minutes a large white 
Cadillac came rolling down the street.

She raised her hand and the car pulled up beside her. 
She opened the door and I thought she was going to get 
in. Instead she leaned forward and started talking to 
the man. They talked for several minutes and then she 
turned and motioned for me to come over.

My legs were shaking as I approached the car. I peeked 
in at the man. He was older, probably in his fifties or 
sixties. He was almost totally bald and wore a suit and 
tie that seemed to be poured onto his body. He looked 
extremely strong and more than just a little bit scary.

"Linda, honey," Laura said. "This is Sam. He's a really 
nice man and he's willing to give you $700.00 to spend 
the night with you. Would you like that?"

I was shaking now. "I guess," I replied weakly.

"It's okay, honey. Sam knows that you're new to this 
and he'll be as gentle as possible with you. Isn't that 
right, Sam?"

"Laura, you know that I'm not a violent man by nature 
and I'll be extremely careful to open this little 
flower as gently as possible. Well, what do you think, 
Linda? If you'd like to spend some time with me, just 
climb in."

Alarms went off in my head. Daddy had warned me not to 
get into a car until I knew the guy, but this was 
probably different. After all he knew Laura and she was 
trying to help me. Finally, I just climbed into the big 
captain's chair on the passenger side.

He reached across me and handed some folded bills to 
Laura. "A little something for your time," he said. I 
didn't know how much he had given her, but the top of 
the first bill was $100.00.

"Thanks, Sam," she said. She closed the door and I felt 
the car begin to move. My skirt had begun to ride up so 
I pulled it down.

"You should have left it up," he said with a chuckle. 
"I was enjoying the view." I wasn't going to let him 
get the best of me so I pulled it up as far as I could 
without raising in the seat. He glanced over at me. 
"Oh, red panties. I really like that. Why don't you 
take them off?"

I pushed my skirt down a little and folded my hands in 
my lap.

"Oh come on, Linda. Don't be that way. Just take off 
your panties and give them to me."

I don't know why I was being so stubborn. I mean I knew 
this guy was going to fuck me and then he'd see me 
completely naked. Somehow it was the idea of taking 
them off in the car that bothered me. I sat my lips 
tight and shook my head "no".

"Don't make me get mean, Linda. I promised Laura I'd be 
gentle with you, but if you don't do like I tell you, 
I'm going to have to get rough. Now take off the 
panties." His voice was quiet, but still there was a 
bite to it.

I folded my arms in under my breasts and leaned back in 
the seat. I was being childish and I knew it, but for 
once in my life I wanted to get my own way.

He sighed. "TAKE THE GOD DAMNED PANTIES OFF YOU FUCKIN' 
NIGGER CUNT."

I was shocked. It wasn't that he had yelled at me, I 
had been yelled at before. It was what he called me. Of 
course I knew that the word existed, but I had never 
had it directed toward me before and it scared me. It 
was as if I had suddenly become a second class citizen, 
I could associate with what the slaves must have felt 
in the old south. Nevertheless, I quickly slid my 
panties down and off and handed them to him.

He stuffed them in his pocket. His voice was calm 
again. "That's much better. Please don't make me have 
to yell again."

The car fell silent and I suddenly realized that we 
were no longer in the city. I thought about my 
situation. Here I was in a car with an old white man 
with no panties and no idea of where we were going.

We drove in silence for a while and he began to talk. 
"Look, Linda, I'm giving you a lot of money to spend 
the night with you. I figure that gives me the right to 
do almost anything I want. I really like women and 
especially black women, but tonight I feel like being 
insulting and, hopefully, humiliating you. So for 
tonight you're nothing but a nigger slave and I am your 
master. Do you understand?"

I'm really not sure why, but the idea excited me. "Yes 
so Massa, I cerinly does unerstand. I ain't nothing but 
yer nigger slave. An Isle dos ma better to make yo 
appy."

"Very well nigger, I can see that we're going to get 
along fabulously."

Once again I hadn't been paying attention to where we 
were going and suddenly he turned off the road to go up 
to what I recognized as a large white farmhouse set way 
up off the road. He pulled into the front yard and 
stopped.

He turned toward me. When I am here, I don't allow any 
of my niggers to wear clothes so before we get out, 
take off your dress and anything else you're wearing 
and give them to me."

I was beginning to get in to this silly game he was 
playing. I still wasn't comfortable with being called 
nigger, but I knew that if this had really been the old 
south and if I had really been a slave that's what I 
would have been called so I didn't say anything about 
it. Instead, I quickly pulled my dress over my head, 
reached behind my back and undid my bra and handed them 
both to him. 

"The shoes and socks too, girly," he said firmly. 
Reluctantly I leaned down and removed them.

He took all my clothes and locked them in the trunk. 
Then he opened my door for me to get out. It really 
felt strange standing there totally naked out in the 
open. I shivered a little although I wasn't sure if it 
was from the chill in the night air or from the 
excitement I was beginning to feel between my legs. I 
was beginning to view this a sort of an exciting 
adventure.

He towered over me by a good foot. I wondered idly if 
his cock was as big as the rest of him. I wasn't really 
worried about it because I had taken some really big 
ones in the past. I started to chuckle. What if he only 
had a little four incher?

"What are you laughing about, wench?" he demanded.

I hung my head. "Nothing Massa," I mumbled.

"Well, come along, Slut," he said and started walking 
toward the house. I obediently followed along behind. 
There were rocks in the yard and with me in my bare 
feet it really hurt.

He unlocked the door, opened it and walked in. I 
followed obediently. He turned to me. "At the top of 
the stairs at the far end of the hall is the bathroom. 
Go to it and relieve yourself. In the medicine cabinet 
you will find an enema bottle. Do you know how to use 
it?"

"Yes Massa."

"Well get on with it then. When you finish, come back 
down the hall to the last door on the left. That's my 
bedroom. Go in and wait. You have twenty minutes so 
don't doddle."

As I was preparing myself, I thought of how my mother 
had taught me the things I needed to know now. Then I 
thought of how strange this night had turned out. It 
was probably the strangest first night on the street 
that any whore had ever had.

When I entered his bedroom with a towel wrapped around 
myself it was a complete surprise. It was not only 
huge, but the contents were unreal. There was a huge 
fireplace along one wall with a mounted moose head 
hanging above it. There were two easy chairs in front 
of it with my "master" sitting in one of them that 
faced the door. He seemed to be totally engrossed in a 
book he was reading. The other item in the room was the 
biggest four-poster bed I had ever seen.

I stood there wondering what I was expected to do when 
he finally looked up from his reading. "Lose the towel 
he said softly and then come and kneel down beside me. 
You should be on your knees with your hands in your 
lap."

I looked around for someplace to put the towel and, 
finding nothing, I simply let it drop to the floor. It 
seemed like I was kneeling silently for hours although 
I'm sure that it was only a few minutes. I took a quick 
peek at the title of the book – "Lolita".

Finally, he stood up and stretched. "Time for bed. 
Prepare me." I looked up at him with questioning eyes. 
"Remove my clothes you dumb cunt."

I stood and unbuttoned his shirt and walked around 
behind him to remove it. He whirled, grabbed my left 
breast and squeezed hard. "What the fuck do you think 
you are doing, slut?" He squeezed even harder and began 
to twist it. The pain was getting bad enough that I 
almost screamed.

Tears were running down my face. "Removing your shirt 
Massa," I gasped.

"You stupid nigger. You have to unbutton the cuffs 
first." He let go of my breast.

I unbuttoned the cuffs and then removed the shirt. My 
tit was still burning like fire but I wasn't going to 
let this honky know he had hurt me. The role of 
southern slave had overtaken me completely. It was 
almost like it was real.

I remembered my mother's instructions an knelt before 
him to remove his shoes and socks. I unbuckled his belt 
and unbutton the top button of his pants. I reached for 
the zipper and was shocked to find only another button. 
His entire fly was composed of about five buttons. I 
finally succeeded in unbuttoning them all. I pulled 
down his pants until they dropped at his feet. He 
lifted first on foot and then the other so I could 
remove them. That left only his boxer shorts. Taking a 
deep breath, I grabbed them at either side and pulled 
them down to his ankles.

When I looked up I gasped and my mouth dropped open. 
Right in front of my face was the biggest cock I had 
ever seen. It must have been at least ten inches and 
two inches across – and it was soft!

He saw the look on my face and chuckled. "As long as 
you're down there anyway, why don't you wrap your lips 
around that little piece of man meat?"

I shook my head violently for side to side. There was 
no way that would ever fit. "It's too big Massa. My 
mouth is juss too little."

"Nonsense, you never know until you try." He grabbed 
the back of my head and pulled me toward it. I opened 
my mouth as wide as I could and I felt the huge head 
pressing against my lips. He pressed harder and it felt 
like my lips had torn open as the head finally popped 
into my mouth.

I gagged around his cock. "MMMfffffgggg!"

I had had a lot of practice at deep-throating during 
the time I was held hostage at home, but there was no 
way in hell this monster was going to fit. 
Nevertheless, I relaxed my throat as much as possible, 
resolving to never go with this man again.

He pulled even harder and the damn thing started going 
down my throat. I could feel my neck expanding as he 
forced it further and further into me. I couldn't 
breathe, not even through my nose. He started taking 
short little strokes, maybe two inches in and out. I 
still couldn't breathe and things started to go black. 
I wondered if this was how I was going to die – with a 
huge cock stuck obscenely down my throat.

Suddenly he pulled out and while I was gasping for air 
he was spurting his cum all over my face. It got in my 
eyes, on my nose, down my cheek and, his last spurt he 
dropped right into my still gasping mouth and I took it 
down into my lungs.

I started coughing and gagging, trying to get the nasty 
stuff out of my burning lungs. I doubled up in a little 
ball waiting for the terrible pain in my throat to 
subside. I silently cursed Laura for giving me to this 
monster. Finally, the burning eased up a little and my 
breathing returned to normal.

I sat part way up supporting myself on my hands. I 
looked around he was sitting in the chair playing 
lazily with himself and grinning slightly.

"Feeling a little bit better now?" he asked softly. I 
didn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded.

"That's really good because we still have two hours 
left before we have to leave to take you back. And I'm 
really looking forward to fucking that little nigger 
cunt of yours."

His use of that word, that horrible word put my mind 
right back into the roll of a southern slave. "Yes suh 
Massa.. Whatever ya wants Massa."

He stood up. "Well, get over on that bed and get the 
sheets warm. I don't want to put my clean white body on 
cold sheets."

I obediently dragged my weary body to the bed. I pulled 
back the covers and climbed in. He was right. The 
sheets were extremely cold. I welcomed the cold as it 
felt good...waking me up somewhat. I rolled over onto 
my front and the cold almost completely eased the 
aching I still had in my breast.

I felt the mattress sag and knew that he had climbed 
on. I rolled over on my back and spread my legs 
invitingly. "Isss here fo ya Massa. Use my slutty 
nigger body any way that maks ya appy."

I knew that he had promised Laura he would be gentle 
with me. He landed on top of me with his full weight, 
his 6'2", 230 lb body crushed my little 5'4", 115 lb 
body back into the mattress completely knocking the 
breath out of me. He gave me almost no chance to 
adjust. I felt his cock head pushing hard on my dry, 
unwilling cunt lips.

He managed to get the massive head part way inside. I 
felt more pain than I had ever felt before in my life.

"AHHHHHHHH ...OWWWWWWW ...BIG ...TOO BIGGGG ...T00 
BIGGGGGGG! ITS STRETCHING ME ...IT HURTS ...IT HURTS 
...ITS TOO BIGGGGGG!" I was sobbing in pain as I flet 
his cock giving a twitch of excitement. "STOP ...STOP 
...IT WON'T FIT ...ITS TOO BIGGGGG!"

He gave me no chance, just forcing his full 12 inches 
inside my defenseless body. I screamed and screamed. 
The pain was unbelievable.

"OH GOD! PLEASE ...STOP ...PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! OH GOD 
...IT HURTSS ...IT HURTS SO BADDDDDDDD ...OWWWWWWW!"

Tears were streaming down my face as he ravaged me 
brutally. Yet, slowly the pain faded and I could feel 
my self building toward an incredible orgasm.

Oh, yes ...God ...oh, God ...yes ...yes ...I ...I'm 
cuminggggggggggggggg ... I'm cummiiiiingggggg!"

I felt him stiffening inside of me and knew that he was 
filling my body with his cum. That set me off again

"Oh, yes ...its so good...fill me up...fill me with 
your wonderful man cream...fill me...fill me...soo 
goooooooooooood."

I wrapped my little black legs around his big white 
body and pulled him as deep into me as he could 
possibly go. I felt him spurt one last time and then, 
gasping, he collapsed on top of me. His weight was 
crushing me and even that felt good.

Finally, he rolled off of me and pulled me into his 
arms. "That was fantastic," he said softly. I just 
nodded. He was right, it had been great.

For a long time we just laid there, enjoying the warmth 
of each other's bodies and basking in the afterglow of 
our fantastic orgasms. Finally, he broke the silence. 
"Linda?" I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "How 
would you feel about coming here to live with me?"

That woke me up. I sat up on my knees beside him. It 
just seemed like the natural thing to do so I grabbed 
his cock in my right hand. It was still soft, but 
immediately began to rise as I fondled it. "I don't 
know. I think I would probably like it, but my daddy 
would never let that happen. He expects me to make 
money for the family."

"Well, think about it. I can probably solve the problem 
with your daddy if I talk to him. OOOH, damn that feels 
good."

He was all the way hard by now so I straddled him, 
centered him on my cunt and rode him to an unbelievable 
orgasm for both of us.

On the way back in the car we were both quiet for a 
while, each of us centered on our own thoughts. 
Finally, I broke the silence "If you were really 
serious about wanting me to come and live with you, I 
think I would like that very much. We would have to be 
careful about it though, because if daddy ever found 
out where we are, he would probably kill you and me 
both."

"Give me a few days to work things out and then I'll 
send for you." He dropped me off in front of my house 
and drove away. I wondered if he was being honest or if 
it would be just another of the many disappointments I 
had experienced in my young life.

My father was furious that I hadn't been waiting for 
him at the motel when he came to pick me up. He calmed 
down a lot though when I gave him six of the eight 
hundred dollars "Massa" had given me. The other two 
hundred were in my shoe and I would never tell him 
about that.

Two weeks dragged by and I had heard nothing from 
"Massa" (for I had come to think of him in that way). I 
had learned a lot about whoring in that time. Laura had 
been a big help, telling me things I could do to get a 
man off and out of the room as fast as possible. Still, 
I was barely making enough money to keep my dad off my 
back. Worse, he and Tom were still fucking me on a 
regular basis. My pussy was getting so sore it was even 
hard to walk sometimes.

It was a Wednesday. I had the day off. My mother had 
insisted that I needed some time to myself to keep from 
burning out. My dad wasn't happy about it but had 
finally relented. I went to the mall and just wandered 
around for a while, I ate lunch at the food court (a 
burger, fries and a milkshake) and finally went to a 
movie. It was called "Jungle Fever" and was about a 
white woman who hooked up with a black man. They 
finally separated and he accused her of having had 
nothing more than Jungle Fever.

When I finally walked into the house that afternoon 
there was a strange white man in a suit sitting at the 
kitchen table with my mom and dad. They were poring 
over some papers that were laying on the table. I stood 
silently watching wondering what in the world was going 
on. Finally, my father picked up the pen that was lying 
there and pushed it over to my mother who also signed 
it.

The man picked up the papers and placed them in his 
briefcase. He then withdrew a long piece of paper that 
I recognized as a check and handed it to my father.

I cleared my throat and they all looked my way. For the 
first time I really looked at the white man sitting 
there. He was tall, blond and looked to be in his early 
thirties. His eyes bore into me and shifted 
uncomfortably from foot to foot. I knew he was 
imagining what I would look like naked.

He was the first to speak. "And you must be Linda." He 
stood up and approached me. He held out his hand. "I'm 
really glad to meet you. My name's Richard but my 
friends call me Dick." I extend my hand and he shook it 
vigorously.

"I'm glad to meet you, sir," I mumbled meekly.

My mother stood up. I thought I saw a tear in the 
corner of her eye. "Linda, honey, you're going to be 
living with this nice man for a while. Why don't you 
run upstairs and pack a suitcase."

I was shocked. How could they expect me to go live with 
this man I had never even seen before? What was going 
on? I wasn't a piece of property or a slave who could 
be sold. Then I realized with a sinking feeling that 
this was exactly what they had done. They had sold me 
like they might sell a dog or a piece of furniture.

I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing 
how upset I was so I just headed up the stairs. I threw 
everything I could think of into the suitcase since I 
didn't know how long I would be gone. I hoped I would 
never come back. A glowing hatred had burned itself 
into my brain. How could my parents even think of 
selling me? After all, I'm their own flesh and blood. 
God how I hated them, but I knew I would never let them 
know it. I went back downstairs.

My mother was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I 
didn't stand a chance. She threw her arms around me in 
a big hug. "I can't believe it," she said. "My little 
girl's got her very own sugar daddy." She actually 
sounded proud that they had turned me into a complete 
slut. Finally, she released me from her grip. "Now go 
give your daddy a kiss goodbye."

I obediently sat down the suitcase and walked woodenly 
to my father. He picked me up in his arms and attempted 
to kiss me on the lips. I turned my head to the side so 
that he would get only my cheek. When I did that is was 
able to look down at the table. The check was still 
laying there face up. My eyes went wide. Fifty thousand 
dollars, they had sold me for fifty thousand dollars.

As we pulled away from the curb, I wondered what lay 
ahead. The man named Dick who was driving wasn't hard 
to look at, but I wondered if he was mean. Would he 
beat me? Where, exactly were we going. He hadn't said a 
word since we left and the silence was driving me 
crazy.

Chapter Seven

"Massa" and Me

We drove out of the city and into the country. I 
recognized that it was the same way we had gone on the 
night I met Massa. Shortly after we left the city, Dick 
pulled into a rest area. He picked a parking spot well 
away from the major area that had picnic tables and a 
restroom.

He put a sunscreen in the front window and turned to 
me. "I want to see what it was that Sam was willing to 
pay so much money for," he said. "Take off your 
clothes."

"But people will see me," I objected.

"No they won't" he said. "The windows are tinted so 
that people can't see in, but we can see out. If you 
don't believe me, get out and look."

I opened the door and climbed out. Sure enough, he was 
right. Even up close you couldn't see in. While I was 
free, I thought about running, but where would I go? 
So, reluctantly, I climbed back in.

Once back inside, I heard a click as he locked the 
door. "Now," he said with a finality that left no room 
for questioning. "Strip."

I lifted my hips and slid the tiny pink shorts down 
around my hips and off. I slowly unbuttoned my white 
blouse and shrugged it off. I was now sitting before 
him in nothing but my panties and bra.

"Oh yes," he panted. "You are one very pretty little 
black girl. Take off the rest."

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead I 
just reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I could 
hear his intake of breath as I let it fall away from my 
tiny black tits. It was a strange feeling. I had been 
naked before a lot of men, but here in this car I was 
strangely shy. I had the biggest urge to bring up my 
arms to cover my breasts.

Instead, I reached down and slid my panties down and 
off. He pressed a button and the back of my seat went 
down to line up with the back seat. I was startled by 
that but decided to just go with the flow.

He climbed over on top of me. His pants were gone and I 
wondered when he had removed them. He didn't even try 
to warm me up. He just centered himself on my opening 
and plunged in.

I was dry, but it didn't really hurt and then I knew 
why. I almost laughed in his face, but somehow managed 
to keep it in. He couldn't have been more than three 
inches long and maybe a half an inch thick. I could 
barely feel him inside me.

Nevertheless, he huffed and puffed and rooted around 
inside me and eventually squirted his little load. I 
knew it couldn't have been more than half a thimble 
full because none of it even managed to flow back out 
even though it was barely inside me.

When he finished, he pulled off of me, moved to the 
other side of the car and started dressing. "Bet that 
was the best you've ever had," he said puffing out his 
chest. God was he ever a stupid son of a bitch.

I didn't even bother to answer him. Instead, I turned 
around and reached over the front seat to retrieve my 
clothes. As I was just about in position to pick them 
up, he pushed a button and the back of the seat snapped 
up, damn near bending me over backward.

The effect of having my legs suddenly in the air was to 
allow me to slide forward hitting the top of my head on 
the floor. That hurt like hell and I let out a yelp. He 
started to laugh like he had pulled the greatest prank 
in the world. I continued to ignore him and climbed 
back into my clothes.

He started the car and pulled back out onto the 
highway. As we continued on I became more convinced 
than ever that we were heading for Massa place and as 
it turned out I was right. For about fifteen minutes he 
pulled up in the front yard. I knew that Massa was 
there because his Cadillac was also parked in the front 
yard.

He blew the horn and the front door opened. Massa's 
massive frame filled the doorway and then he was coming 
down the steps and over to our car. Dick rolled down 
the window. :Here's that package you ordered, Sam," he 
said.

"Did you have any problems?"

"Not a one. They acted like they couldn't wait to get 
rid of her." That hurt my feelings. My parents didn't 
really want me anymore. Well, if that was the way they 
felt, I didn't want them either. A fear rose in my 
throat as I realized that I was only fourteen and 
completely on my own. I didn't have anyone except maybe 
Massa and I was a little afraid of him. If he had the 
power to just up and buy me what else was he capable 
of?

While I was thinking all of this, I hadn't been paying 
much attention to the conversation between the two men. 
It was only when Massa's voice barked at me that I came 
out of my reverie. "Hey nigger," he said forcefully. 
"Get your black cunt out of the car." I just wanted to 
shrink up inside my own little five foot body. With 
head bowed and bent over I obediently climbed from the 
car.

"Go in the house and wait for me," he said and once 
again I obediently obeyed. Inside, I wasn't quite sure 
what to do. There was an easy chair just inside the 
foyer so I just sat down to wait.

It seemed like a long time although I'm sure it wasn't 
more than fifteen minutes when I heard the car start 
and pull away. I knew I was now alone with Massa. 
Nevertheless, I was startled when he opened the door 
and entered.

He looked at me sitting in the chair. "What the fuck 
are you doing in a white man's chair," he barked. "You 
know the only furniture you're allowed in is the floor 
and my bed when I feel like fucking you. And why the 
hell do you still have clothes on? I told you last time 
that you were to be naked at all times when you were 
here."

I quickly jumped from the chair and stripped off my 
clothes as fast as I could. "I'm sorry Massa," I 
mumbled. "I didn't know about the furniture and I 
forgot about the clothes."

His voice softened somewhat. "Well, actually you're 
right about the furniture thing, but you do have to be 
punished for being in the house with clothes on. Come 
along." With that he grabbed me by the ear and led me 
outside. We went across the lawn toward the barn. He 
let go of my ear about half way there which I was glad 
about because it hurts being dragged around by your 
ear.

I wondered what would happen to me now that I had a 
sugar daddy. Surely he couldn't be any worse than my 
parents and brother.

END, PART ONE

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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