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A New Foster Home
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young girl is removed from her home by the courts, 
but then is removed from the system by an unscrupulous 
Social Worker and becomes a sex toy for a man and his 
teenage boys, and assorted friends and family. This 
story isn't for everyone. (MF+/f, nc, rp, 1st, bi, 
intr, oral, anal, ws)

***

I was sitting sullenly in the back seat of the car, 
trying to act like I didn't care. That was my way of 
coping I guess. I just let the world know that I didn't 
care. But I was worried. I was being driven to the 
third foster home in less than three months and each 
one seemed to be worse than the one before. 

My parents had been arrested for a long list of what 
seemed like minor crimes to me. They had just been 
trying to get by, doing what they could to bring in 
money. They grew and sold a little pot, and that was 
what got them in trouble. But after they were arrested 
there were all kinds of other crappy charges piled on 
and now it looked like they would be guests of the 
government for a long time to come.

My parents had been what you might call free spirits, 
more than criminals. They had been good parents. I 
suppose the lawyers involved had a different opinion 
about that, but I had been happy and loved and cared 
for and I was extremely resentful of the authorities 
for breaking up my happy, if somewhat unorthodox home.

The first foster home that they had taken me to had 
actually been pretty nice. The couple that had taken me 
in already had two other girls staying with them. But 
they had a big house and they had treated me well. 
Well, they had tried to. I had made it pretty difficult 
for them. 

They were, after all, a part of the system that had 
broken up my home and taken me away from my parents. It 
isn't that I blamed them. I just blamed everyone and I 
refused to cooperate. After a couple of weeks they had 
given up. I was "unmanageable" and a bad influence on 
the other two foster kids in the home. So the social 
workers came and took me away.

I was put into some kind of halfway house for a couple 
of weeks. It was sort of like what they used to call a 
reform school. My father had spent a lot of time in a 
reform school when he was young and he told me all 
about it. Basically it is a jail for kids.

I had received counseling and then I was taken to 
another foster home. This one wasn't quite as nice. The 
people whose home it was in were strict and mean. They 
yelled all the time. And I had to share a room with a 
five year old boy. Being a thirteen year old girl, 
about to turn fourteen, I had a big problem with that. 
The little pervert was always trying to catch me 
dressing or undressing. But the worst part was that he 
had been taken from a home where he was molested and he 
was always doing what they called "acting out". I'm not 
sure what that meant. I just know that the little 
bastard was always trying to touch me somewhere he 
shouldn't when nobody was looking. I woke up one 
morning and he had pulled the covers down off of me 
while I was asleep and he was holding my t-shirt up so 
that he could look at my panties. 

I beat the crap out of him and they took me out of that 
home and put me back in the halfway house for a couple 
of weeks and some more counseling.

I guess they were losing patience with me now, though. 
I had been shoved into the back of this car and the big 
black social worker ragged on me for a half hour as he 
drove me to what he promised me was the last chance 
that I was going to get. I tried to act like I wasn't 
afraid of him, but I was. And I tried to act like I 
didn't care what they did to me, but I was scared. 

As I looked out of the window at the houses passing by 
I noticed that we were in a pretty seedy area of town. 
And when he pulled up in front of a large, but very run 
down house I got really nervous. I had not seen another 
white face in quite a while. 

Don't get me wrong. It isn't that I am prejudiced. 
Well, not like I am into that white power shit or 
anything. I don't think less of someone because they 
aren't white. But I have a pretty low opinion of those 
clowns that drive around with the rap music blaring out 
of the five hundred dollar speakers in their two 
hundred dollar cars. But of course, they are just as 
apt to be white as black or brown anymore. I also think 
that a person's pants should come all the way up over 
their ass. Maybe I am not the free spirit that my 
parents are, but I don't care what kind of underwear a 
guy is wearing, I don't want to see it.

So when the social worker got out of the car, grabbed 
my small bag of belongings out of the trunk and roughly 
pulled me from the back seat in front of that run down 
house in that run down neighborhood and every person 
that I could see was black, I was scared. I saw them 
look at me curiously, the cute little blonde chick that 
obviously did not belong here. 

But then I put my game face on as I was pulled roughly 
up the walk to the front door. I heard a man yelling 
inside, but it was a long time before anyone answered 
the doorbell. When the door finally did open and I saw 
the large black man standing there and the two black 
teenagers standing in the hall behind him staring at me 
like I was food, I wanted to beg to be taken back to 
the first foster home. I wanted to promise to behave 
and get along and do what I was told if only he would 
take me back there. 

I didn't get a chance though. The social worker said, 
"Hey KC, look what I brought you."

The man who had opened the door smiled down at me, and 
it made me feel like prey. He looked me over and he was 
definitely not looking at me like a grown man should be 
looking at a thirteen year old kid. My breasts had 
really started to pop out lately and I was very self 
conscious about it. He was staring straight at them and 
when I looked at his face I suddenly knew what 
lascivious meant. 

The social worker started to push me through the door 
and I panicked. I started to pull away and I said, "No, 
please, I don't want to stay here. Take me back to the 
center."

It was like I had not even spoken. He pushed me forward 
and the man inside, KC, reached out and grabbed my 
shoulder and pulled me inside roughly. Once I had 
crossed the threshold he said to the social worker, 
"I'm pretty sure I can teach this little bitch some 
manners. I'll let you know when she is ready."

They exchanged a few more words but I was on the verge 
of panic and didn't really hear what they said. The two 
teenage boys were grinning down at me. I am not talking 
about friendly smiles. Both boys were around fifteen or 
sixteen years old, but very tall. I looked at their 
leering smiles and I knew that I had been thrown to the 
lions. I was in trouble and I knew it.

I heard the door close behind me and I turned around to 
see KC putting a padlock on the door! He turned around 
and faced me and said, "Okay bitch, I hear you have 
been thrown out of two foster homes already. You are a 
discipline problem. We are going to straighten you out. 
I'm warning you right now, I ain't putting up with any 
of your shit. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, 
or you regret it right away. Do you understand me 
bitch?"

I was shocked. I had never been spoken to like that 
before. I didn't even know how to respond, but it 
became pretty obvious when he grabbed a handful of my 
hair and tipped my head up and with his face only 
inches from mine he said, "I asked you a fucking 
question bitch! I know you ain't deaf! Answer me, god 
damn it!"

I grabbed his hands to relief the pressure on my hair 
and I squealed out, "Okay!"

He ignored my futile attempts to free myself from his 
grip and he said, "No! Not okay, you stupid bitch! You 
say, 'Yes sir', or 'No sir' to me or to either of my 
boys. And if you say, 'No sir,' you had best be 
answering a question and not refusing to do something. 
Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes sir!" I screamed in reply. I knew I was in trouble 
now. I was so scared I was shaking. 

He finally turned my hair loose and pointed to my bag 
and said, "Get your things and follow me."

I picked up my little suitcase and followed him up the 
stairs. His two sons were following closely behind. At 
the top of the stairs he turned and waited for me to 
catch up, and then I followed him down the hall to one 
of the bedrooms. He pushed me inside and said, "This is 
your room. This is where you will be when you are not 
doing your chores or doing something for me or one of 
my boys. Empty your suitcase on the bed and let's see 
if you have anything appropriate to wear."

I had been so scared that I didn't notice at first that 
there was no door on my room. I glanced at the doorway 
and looked back at KC and he just smiled and said, "For 
security reasons we don't have interior doors."

I saw the two boys standing just inside my room 
enjoying my discomfort. No, discomfort is too mild a 
word, my terror. I glanced around my room. There was a 
small bed, a chest of drawers and a closet. There was a 
window, but I was more than a little concerned when I 
saw that it had bars over it. I was really a prisoner 
here! The door was padlocked, my window had bars. And I 
was locked in a house with a large black man and his 
two large teenage boys and no interior doors. 

I was shaken from my reverie by his thunderous voice. 
"I gave you a fucking order, bitch! Empty your 
suitcase, now!"

I jumped in fear and moved over to the bed and opened 
my suitcase and dumped it out on the bed. The three of 
them gathered around and the boys watched as KC went 
through my clothing. There wasn't much. I had not had a 
lot when I lived at home. I had less now.

He reached down and picked up two of my bras. I was 
wearing the third. He looked at them and shook his head 
and tossed them to the foot of the bed and said, "You 
won't be needing those things."

I started to argue with him, but one bone chilling look 
was all that it took to shut me up. He went through my 
small handful of plain white cotton panties and held 
them up to show his boys. Then he tossed them onto a 
pile with my bras. He pulled a couple of t-shirts out 
of the small pile of clothing and handed them to me and 
said, "As long as you behave yourself you can wear 
these. The rest of this stuff is going to be put away 
until you need it. Now take those jeans off and 
anything else you are wearing, except the t-shirt you 
have on."

I gasped and looked at him in disbelief. Then I started 
to make a break for the door. He was ready for me 
though and I didn't get two steps before he grabbed my 
hair and pulled me up short. 

"You have just lost your t-shirt privileges," he 
bellowed at me. "Take everything off and put it in your 
suitcase, now you stupid bitch!"

I just couldn't do it. I started crying and I begged 
him to let me go. I had to get out of here. It was all 
some huge mistake. 

He watched me beg and sob hysterically for a minute, 
and it made it so much worse that he seemed to be 
enjoying my suffering. 

He finally released my hair and stepped back and stood 
between me and the door. He waited another moment or 
two and then he said, "Either you take those clothes 
off right now, or I let my two boys do it for you. They 
might not be all that gentle about it."

I glanced at them and I saw that they were really 
hoping that I would balk. They would obviously love to 
tear my clothes off. I knew that I had no choice. I 
slipped out of my sneakers and reached for the bottom 
of my t-shirt. But I hesitated and looked as pitifully 
as I could at KC and pleaded with him not to make me do 
this in front of him and the boys. But it was just like 
I had not spoken. The three of them stood around and 
stared, waiting for me to undress in front of them.

I had never undressed in front of anyone before. And 
now that my body had begun to change into that of a 
young woman I was terribly self-conscious. I saw the 
way guys looked at my breasts as they got larger and 
larger and I was torn between wishing they would go 
back down and wishing that they would finish growing 
out. Something about being at that in-between stage 
seemed to make it more embarrassing. But the only 
person that had every seen my breasts since they had 
begun to come in was the female doctor at the center 
that had given me a brief physical when I was first 
brought there to make sure that I was healthy and that 
I had not been abused.

I will admit that there were times, when I was lying in 
bed at night in the dark, when the idea of being seen 
naked by a boy, or better yet, touched by a boy, had 
really made my pulse race. But I had not had time for 
those kinds of thoughts since my parents had been 
arrested. And besides, they were just mind games. I 
certainly was not ready to for that kind of thing to 
happen in real life. I was still almost a month away 
from turning fourteen!

I had dawdled as long as I could. I crossed my arms in 
front of me and pulled my t-shirt up over my head and 
off. I swear that I could feel their eyes on my plain 
white bra. I had just gone from a training bra to an 
honest to goodness A cup bra and I was both self-
conscious about how small my breasts were, and yet at 
the same time proud of them. But I was extremely self-
conscious about having people look at them. I tossed my 
shirt onto the bed and stared down at the floor as I 
unbuttoned by jeans and opened them. 

I started to turn around, but then I thought about 
bending over in front of these guys and showing them my 
butt and I slowly pushed my jeans down over my hips and 
stepped out of them. I tossed them on the bed and now I 
had reached the moment of truth. 

I knew that whatever I did now would either display my 
budding breasts or the tight little slit of my pussy 
that had just started to grow a few small blonde hairs. 
I couldn't decide which would be the more humiliating 
display.

I suppose it is some innate female instinct to protect 
her vagina at all costs that made me reach behind my 
back and unfasten my bra. I could hear the boys 
breathing more heavily now as I let the bra straps 
slide down my arms and after taking a deep breath I let 
the bra slide free of my breasts and I tossed it onto 
the bed. 

I was still staring at the floor. I couldn't stand the 
thought of seeing the look that I knew those three had 
on their faces as they watched me undress. I had 
stopped crying after KC had released my hair a few 
minutes ago. But now my vision was blurred as the tears 
flowed quietly down my cheeks. I had never felt so 
totally helpless in my life. 

I didn't have to see them though, to be able to sense 
them staring at my nearly naked body. And to know that 
they were enjoying my little strip show and my 
humiliation.

I finally pulled myself together enough to hook my 
thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and slid them 
down my legs and stepped out of them, carefully keeping 
my legs pressed tightly together.

The three of them stared at me for a minute and then KC 
said, "Put everything in your suitcase bitch. When you 
have learned to behave yourself I will give you back 
your t-shirts."

I turned my back to them and I could feel their eyes on 
my ass as I bent over and stuffed my clothes into my 
suitcase as rapidly as I could. KC stopped me before I 
closed it up and reached in and took out my bras and 
panties. Then he let me close it and he took from me.

He set it down beside him on the floor and said, "I 
will keep this in my closet for now. I'll decide when 
you can have anything out of it." 

He handed the suitcase to the older of the two boys and 
said, "Jamal, take this to room and put it in my 
closet."

While Jamal was leaving with my clothes KC said, "Okay 
bitch, come with me. I need to show you a few things."

KC turned and left the room and went back downstairs. I 
followed, with the two boys following closely behind. 
We went into the living room and KC stopped beside an 
old desk in the corner of the room. I glanced around 
and now I noticed that all of the windows had bars on 
them. I might as well be in a prison!

KC picked up a fat manila folder from the desk and 
said, "This is your file. As far as the people at 
Social Services are concerned you don't exist anymore. 
Your name has been deleted from the system. If someone 
tries to find you they will get a 'no record' response 
from the computer. You have fallen through the crack. 
You no longer exist."

He put my file down and picked up a couple of pictures 
and held them, looking at them fondly. Then he looked 
up at me and his face became stern again. "Put your god 
damned arms down bitch!" he exclaimed. "If I wanted 
your tits and your pussy to be covered I would have let 
you keep your clothes. Jesus you're stupid!"

I dropped my arms to my side and his eyes scanned my 
developing body before he finally said, "You are not 
the first little blonde slut I have taken in. I want to 
show you some pictures of the girl that was here before 
you. She never did learn to act right. She fought me 
and my boys for the entire time she was here. She just 
couldn't get it through her thick head that she wasn't 
in charge of her body anymore. I want you to see how 
that worked out for her."

He handed me one of the pictures he was holding and I 
saw a young girl that looked a lot like me, and about 
my age too. She was standing in front of a small 
cubicle that contained a mattress on the dirt floor and 
a washstand.

I stared at the picture for a minute and then KC said, 
"I got tired of her shit and I sold her to a guy I know 
in Mexico. Now she is working at a whorehouse on the 
outskirts of Tijuana fucking migrant farm workers and 
the occasional tourist for a couple a bucks a pop." 

He handed me another photo and said, "This is her other 
job."

I looked down and I almost threw up. That same girl was 
on a stage surrounded by a huge audience. She was tied 
down to a large, heavy looking bench and a donkey was 
being led up over her body.

He handed me another picture and in this one I could 
see the donkey's large cock inside of the girl who was 
crying hysterically, and the amused faces of the men in 
the audience.

When I had stared in horror at the picture for long 
enough KC took them back and said, "She also does shows 
with dogs. She fucks anything and everything and that 
is how she is going to spend the rest of her miserable 
life."

He let that sink in for a minute. Then he asked, "Do 
you want to end up like that?"

I shook my head violently and said, "No sir!"

KC asked, "Do you know what you have to do to avoid 
it?"

I looked at him. I couldn't see him very well because 
of the tears in my eyes, but I saw him well enough to 
see how much he was enjoying my shock and my terror.

I responded, "What sir?"

"Everything that me or my boys tell you to do. And I 
don't want to put up with any of your shit. You don't 
have to like it. In fact, we'll like it more if you 
don't like it. But god damn it, when one of us tells 
you to do something you had best do it. That doesn't 
mean that you think about it, or you beg us not to, you 
just fucking do it. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," I answered. I wasn't so naïve that I didn't 
know what he meant either. I was basically a sex slave. 
I had known what was on their minds from the moment 
that I was pushed through the front door and saw the 
leers on their faces. Now I knew that I was going to 
give them everything that they wanted. No matter how 
horrible it was, nothing that happened here could be 
worse than being strapped down on a stage in Tijuana. I 
shuddered at the very thought of it.

KC continued, "I know what you are thinking. You are 
thinking that you are about to get fucked. Well, you 
are. You are going to be getting fucked a lot while you 
are here. But it ain't just about the sex. You are also 
going to be doing all of the housework and all of the 
cooking. I'm sure that you are thinking that it don't 
seem hardly fair. But any time you want to get out of 
it, you just let me know. I got a thousand dollars for 
that girl in the pictures, and she was a year older 
than you. I could probably get five hundred more for 
you and my old buddy from Social Services could have 
another little cunt like you over here in two days."

I got scared all over again. I knew how to clean house 
and do laundry. But the only thing I ever cooked was 
hot dogs or stuff that came in cans. 

I looked up at KC and whispered, "I don't know how to 
cook sir."

"You're going to learn. But until you learn you had 
best do what you can to stay on my good side."

"Yes sir," I said. And I meant it. I couldn't get that 
image of that poor girl out of my mind. 

KC finally moved away from the desk and I followed him 
around the house while he showed me where the cleaning 
supplies were and where the laundry room was and then 
we went back into the living room and he stood in front 
of the sofa and started getting undressed.

As he took his clothes off he said, "I read your 
report. It says that you are still a virgin. To be 
honest I don't much give a shit about that. I know most 
guys get all hot and bothered at the idea of popping 
some young girls fucking cherry. If you ask me it's a 
pain in the ass. But I figure we might as well get it 
out of the way. Then you ain't got anything to worry 
about anymore." 

He finished undressing and asked, "When was your last 
period?"

I had a hard time answering. My mind just didn't want 
to work. I finally forced myself to concentrate and I 
said, "I just finished three days ago."

He nodded and said, "Guess we better get you on the 
pill. Don't want you getting knocked up and ruining 
that hot little body of yours."

I tried not to look as he took off his pants. But I 
couldn't help it. I had never seen a naked man before 
and I was almost as curious as I was scared.

I looked in horror at his hard cock. KC's skin was dark 
brown, but his cock was pure black. It was hard to say 
exactly, I was not that good at estimating things. But 
if I had to guess I would say that his cock was between 
six and seven inches long. But to me it looked like it 
was two feet long. The tip of it was covered in some 
kind of moisture and it was throbbing violently as he 
stood there grinning at me.

He watched me watch his cock for a minute and then he 
asked, "Is that the first dick you ever saw?"

I nodded and then I remembered the rules and said, "Yes 
sir."

He sat down on the sofa and said, "You never seen a 
dick, but you know what cocksucking is, right?"

It was pretty self-explanatory word. "I have heard of 
it sir. I don't know how to do it. I know what it 
means."

"Come over here, let me get a better look at you," he 
ordered.

My legs almost gave in as I walked slowly to my fate. I 
stood in front of him and he leaned forward and 
examined my naked body close up. He moved his hands 
over my breasts and squeezed my puffy little nipples 
until they got hard. Then he moved his hand down and 
forced it between my thighs. 

When I didn't automatically spread my thighs he pinched 
me and I jumped, but then I spread my legs and he ran 
his finger over my slit and attempted to force it 
inside of me. It was very painful and he got a look of 
disgust on his face and said, "Shit, dry as a fucking 
bone."

He shook his head as if I were making my pussy dry on 
purpose, then he turned me around and moved his hands 
down over my ass. After a minutes he said, "Kind of 
small, but not bad for a white girl." Then he said, 
"Bend over and put your hands flat on the floor, 
bitch."

I obeyed instantly, visions of donkeys still fresh in 
my brain.

He stared at me for a few minutes. He sat back and just 
looked at my ass and my pussy from the back for a long 
time before he sat up again and moved his hands over me 
roughly. I was aware of his two boys moving into 
position so that they could enjoy the view as well. I 
had never felt so degraded and so totally helpless in 
my life.

One of the boys asked if they could touch me for a 
minute. I didn't hear his response, but it must have 
been affirmative, because in seconds I had more hands 
moving over my virginal young body, squeezing and 
pinching and touching and exploring freely.

KC took his larger hands away and watched his sons 
explore my ass and my pussy for a couple of minutes. 
Then he said, "Okay, that's enough for now. She's going 
to be here for a long time. You can have her when I'm 
done with her.

I hadn't thought about it, but in the back of my mind I 
suppose that I knew that it was going to be all three 
of them. But still, hearing it out loud made it just 
that much worse. I groaned in despair as the boys took 
their hands away and KC said, "Alright, let's see just 
how bad a cocksucker you are. On your knees and turn 
around, cunt."

I dropped to my knees and turned to face KC. I moved 
closer, moving between his widespread legs, and I 
stared down at his still hard and throbbing cock. 
Whatever the moisture was that was oozing out of the 
little hole in the end of his cock, there was a lot 
more of it now. It was nearly covering the underside of 
his cock and was oozing down onto his large, hairy, 
extremely ugly balls now.

I stared in horror and wondered how I could ever bring 
myself to do what he wanted me to do. All three of them 
were watching my face closely. I looked up at KC in 
despair, hoping, I suppose, for a last minute stay of 
execution. I saw his face, and the faces of his two 
sons and I saw how much pleasure they were taking from 
my despair. 

I shivered and said, "Oh god," under my breath and I 
was about to lean forward when he said, "Do you know 
what all that moisture is?"

I shook my head and said, "No sir."

He explained, "A lot of guys call that pre-cum. That 
isn't what it is. It is a clear, nearly tasteless fluid 
that oozes out of a man's cock when he gets sexually 
aroused. It is a slick liquid that is meant to 
lubricate, to make fucking easier. Women do it to. 
Well, most women do it. I guess we are going to have to 
work on you for a while."

"What you are going to do now," he explained, "is lean 
down and start licking my balls. After a minute or two 
you will then start licking my cock. I don't want you 
to use your hands yet. Just use your lips and your 
tongue. I want you to lick my cock all over, get all 
that lubricant off. Once you have covered my cock with 
your spit I want you to put your lips around the head 
of my cock and slide them down until the head of my 
cock touches the back of your throat."

"There are two things you have to be careful of. The 
first and most important thing is, you had better not 
let me feel a tooth on my cock. You will be very sorry 
if I do.

The other thing you need to be aware of is that when my 
cock reaches the back of your throat you will start 
gagging. There ain't nothing you can to about that. You 
just have to get used to it. Once you get used to it, 
and it better not take you too long, I expect you to 
take my cock, hell, any cock, all the way down your 
throat. But you don't have to worry about that for now. 
For now you just concentrate on making me feel good and 
keeping your teeth off of my cock."

"I'll warn you when I am getting ready to cum. When I 
start to cum you hold my cock in your mouth and use 
your hand to beat me off until I have finished cumming 
in your mouth. Then you hold my cum in your mouth until 
I tell you that you can swallow it. It might be a 
little hard to get used to at first. But if you have a 
problem with me, I can promise you it would be a lot 
harder with a fucking dog. You might want to keep that 
in mind."

I was staring at his nasty looking cock while he told 
me what I had to do. When he finished with his 
instructions I was terrified. I was terrified that I 
was going to forget something, or that I wouldn't be 
able to do what he wanted, or that I was going to get 
sick. But mostly I was just terrified because I knew 
that I had to do it.

I was staring at his throbbing cock, almost in a 
trance. He broke my reverie when he asked loudly, "What 
the fuck are you waiting for you stupid cunt?"

I jumped, but then I leaned forward, trying at first to 
avoid contact between his legs and my naked body. When 
my face was within inches of his crotch I could smell 
his scent. He didn't smell dirty. He had bathed 
recently. But there was a sexually charged aroma that I 
had never experienced before and it was nearly 
overpowering.

I glanced up at him just before I extended my tongue 
and I saw his two sons watching intently, enjoying my 
humiliation as much as they enjoyed my nudity.

They were almost holding their breath as I stuck out my 
tongue and tentatively licked that dangling sack of 
wrinkled black flesh. I shuddered in revulsion as my 
tongue moved over him. At the same time he shuddered in 
pleasure.

But he had been right, I didn't really taste anything, 
I was much more aware of the aroma than the taste of 
him. I swallowed with difficulty. My mouth was so dry 
from the fear. Then I licked again. But he was getting 
impatient and he growled, "Come on, get on with it. You 
have three cocks to drain before you can start doing 
your housework."

I groaned through my tears and began to lick him as he 
had ordered. While I was licking, they were all staring 
at me. KC turned to the younger boy and said, "Curtis, 
go get the camera. That would make a great picture."

The younger of the two boys got up and rushed out of 
the room and then hurried back with a digital camera. 
He took a couple of pictures from a few feet away and 
then he handed the camera to KC and he took some 
pictures of me with my face in his crotch, licking his 
balls and crying.

I had been licking his balls long enough to satisfy him 
I guess, because he reached down and slapped me on top 
of the head and said, "Okay, you stupid cunt, lick my 
cock now."

As I licked my way up and around his cock he took a few 
more pictures, but mostly he just sat back and watched 
and enjoyed the sensation of my tongue on his cock. The 
boys both stood back up and undressed and Curtis sat 
back down beside KC, but Jamal knelt beside me and 
started roughly exploring my body.

He shoved a couple of fingers into my tight pussy, 
which he commented was still very dry. I jumped in pain 
when his fingers entered me and KC said, "Watch 
yourself, boy, don't bust that cherry yet."

Jamal said, "No dad, I was just checking to see if she 
was still dry."

KC looked down at me and said, "I knew she would be. 
She's probably too scared to juice up."

Jamal said, "Yeah, I guess. She's still dry as a bone."

I had, by this time, licked KC's cock thoroughly and I 
pursed my lips over the head of it and carefully moved 
my mouth down, very slowly, taking his cock as deeply 
as I could. He got a quick couple of pictures and then 
he groaned in pleasure as my mouth enveloped him. 

Jamal was still playing with my pussy and my ass, or 
reaching down and pinching my nipple, but I had no 
trouble ignoring what he was doing, I was much too 
terrified about touching KC's cock with a tooth or 
about what was going to happen when the large, black 
knob at the end was lodged in the entrance to my 
throat.

It happened just as he said it would. I felt him touch 
the entrance to my throat and I began to gag 
uncontrollably. I was terrified that I was going to 
throw up all over him, even though I hadn't eaten since 
yesterday afternoon. But he had a plan. I suppose he 
had done this before. His left hand grabbed the back of 
my head and his right hand shot out and slapped my 
face, hard.


I cried out, but my cries were muffled by the large 
shaft filling my mouth and banging into the back of my 
throat.

He had that look of disgust plastered to his face, as 
if sucking a man's cock was the easiest thing in the 
world to do and since I was struggling I must obviously 
be too dumb to live.

But I guess he knew what he was doing because when I 
finally realized what was happening it occurred to me 
that I had stopped gagging. I held his cock in my mouth 
for a minute. All but about two inches of it anyway. He 
got another picture of me with his big cock in my mouth 
and then he said, "Okay, you should be used to it by 
now. Start moving your lips back up to the head of my 
cock and them move them up and down like your mouth was 
a cunt. I'm sure you know what fucking is, even if you 
haven't done it yet. I want you to fuck my cock with 
your cunt mouth. I want you to take as much of my cock 
into your mouth as you can on every down stroke. And 
watch those fucking teeth. If you scrape my cock with 
your teeth I'll get a pair of pliers and yank those 
damned things out of your head."

I obeyed instantly and he was right. For some reason I 
felt discomfort when his cock hit the back of my mouth, 
but I didn't gag anymore. A couple of times he made me 
speed up a little more and Curtis had moved his face 
down right near mine and he grinned and said, "Shit 
man, look at that fucking cunt go! She's going to be a 
pretty good cocksucker with a little practice!"

Then he looked me in the eye and said, "And you are 
going to get lots of practice, bitch."

KC was breathing hard and fast now and he said in a 
gasping, breathless voice, "Okay bitch, I am going to 
fill your mouth with cum now. I ain't going to hold 
your head for you, but you best not pull away, and you 
best not spill a drop, 'cause I'll take that as a 
personal insult."

I was not sure what cum was. I suppose I had heard of 
it. But I didn't really know. I was only thirteen and I 
had been home schooled. I had almost no knowledge about 
sex and bodily functions and procreation. I just knew 
that something was about to come out of the hole in the 
end of his dick and fill my mouth. And I knew that the 
whole idea of it sounded pretty disgusting.

And it was. I felt the hot fluid filling my mouth and 
coating the back of my throat and I gagged again, but I 
far too scared to pull away. Just in time I remembered 
his instructions and I moved my mouth up to the tip of 
his cock and used my hand to finish him off.

I continued to move my hand up and down his shaft until 
he groaned and ordered me to stop. Then he looked at me 
and said, "Okay, carefully move your mouth off of my 
cock, but don't swallow yet."

I did as ordered and when I was sitting up on my heels 
he said, "Alright cunt, open your mouth and show me a 
mouthful of cum."

I opened my mouth and he pulled the camera up and took 
a picture. Then he ordered me to stick out my tongue, 
carefully, and he took another picture. Then he told me 
to savor his cum, get used to the flavor, because I was 
going to be eating a lot of it over the next few years.

I moved the slimy load around inside my mouth and it 
was bitter and had a bleachy taste and it was just the 
most disgusting thing that I could ever imagine doing. 
He watched me for a minute and then he said, "You can 
swallow it now."

I forced myself to swallow and the amusement on his 
face as he watched me made it just that much worse.

He grinned at me, a very evil grin, and he asked, "Did 
you like that bitch?"

I almost said no, but then I thought better of it. I 
somehow knew that if I said no I would regret it. So I 
gave him the answer that I knew I was supposed to give. 
"Yes sir."

His grin got wider and he said, "Good, because you are 
going to be doing that a lot. You are going to be one 
of the best cocksuckers in town by the time me and the 
boys are through with you."

Jamal stood up behind me and held out his fingers. They 
had been moving around and in and out of my vagina for 
the last few minutes and he showed them to his father 
and said, "She is finally juicing up a little dad. She 
probably needs to get fucked a few times and figure out 
what she's good for. Then she'll learn to juice up 
good."

KC said, "You may be right boy. But for now, get your 
ass up here and give her some more practice sucking 
cock. I'm pretty sure Curtis is getting anxious."

Curtis chuckled and said, "You got that right! I can't 
wait to get my cock in this little bitch's mouth."

Jamal sat down beside his father and I moved over 
between his legs. His cock wasn't quite as large as his 
father's, but it was still quite imposing. I was 
exhausted from sucking KC's cock. My tongue and my jaw 
were tired and my arm was tired from rapidly 
masturbating him into my mouth at the end. And my back 
was tired from that uncomfortable bent over position in 
which I had been kept. But I was much too scared to 
complain.

I started all over again and KC took several more 
pictures as I began to lick Jamal's balls. Before I 
moved up to lick his cock, which was oozing even more 
copiously that his father's had, he ordered me to 
carefully take his balls into my mouth and hold them 
and massage them with my tongue.

I was afraid that I couldn't do what he wanted without 
scraping them with my teeth, but apparently I was able 
to please him. He let me hold them in my wide spread 
mouth for a minute or two and then he said, "Okay 
cocksucker, back to work."

I carefully pulled my mouth back and let his balls 
slide out. Then I began to lick his cock. Curtis got 
off of the couch and moved behind me and just like his 
brother had done earlier, he began to roughly 
manipulate my pussy and toy with my ass. At one point 
he spread the cheeks of my ass wide apart and spit on 
me. Then he used his spit to wet his finger and he 
forced it into my ass brutally.

I groaned in pain, but of course, nobody cared that I 
was in pain. His finger moved in and out of my ass for 
a minute and then he pulled it out and wiped it on my 
skin and returned to exploring my pussy.

I was concentrating on Jamal's cock and trying not to 
pay too much attention to what Curtis was doing. I had 
begun to move my lips up and down Jamal's cock and it 
was slightly easier because it wasn't as fat as his 
father's cock was.

I had been fucking my mouth up and down on his cock for 
several minutes when he suddenly grabbed my head and 
pulled hard, and I was shocked when the head of his 
cock slipped right down into my throat. 

I struggled for a moment and Curtis slapped my ass and 
yelled, "Get used to it cunt. It's just part of the 
job. You know what they say, 'A woman's work is never 
done.' So quit fighting and keep sucking."

I stopped struggling. I was surprised to find that I 
could still breathe with his cock down my throat. Once 
I realized that I calmed down a little and started 
moving my head up and down on his cock again. But he 
had to force me to take his cock down my throat the 
next few times before I was finally able to do it on my 
own.

As I gradually began to do it on my own KC smiled and 
said, "She may be a stupid cunt, but it appears that 
she is trainable."

They all chuckled at my helplessness and enjoyed the 
show I was putting on for them. As I continued to suck 
Jamal's cock I felt Curtis move closer behind me and 
slide his cock up and down the crack of my ass. It made 
me nervous, even though I knew that they had been told 
to leave my pussy alone. I remembered that finger that 
he had roughly forced into my ass and I couldn't shake 
the fear that his cock was soon to follow.

He must have read my mind, because he said, "Don't 
worry bitch, I ain't going to fuck your ass. Not yet 
anyway. Once you finish sucking off Jamal I'm going to 
let you drink my cum too. Then, after dad pops your 
cherry, we get to fuck your hot little cunt. We like to 
save a girl's ass for last. It's just a natural 
progression. 

"But just so you know, before long you'll be taking 
cock in all three of your holes. Sometimes you'll be 
taking three cocks at once, one in your cunt, one in 
your ass, and one in your mouth. You're probably 
thinking it won't be so bad, just the three of us here, 
we can't fuck you all the time. But we got lots of 
friends that will be wanting to come over and fuck your 
hot little ass too."

"It won't be an orgy every day, of course. You are 
still going to have to have time to clean house and 
cook. But you are going to have more cock than most 
girls around here. Not as much as that cunt that dad 
just sent down to Mexico, but you'll get your share."

I had been so horrified by the things that Curtis was 
saying that I had not been paying attention to Jamal. 
Not until he said, "Get ready cunt, I'm about to cum. 
Finish me off just like you did for dad."

So I moved my lips up to the head of his cock and 
closed them tightly around his hot, hard rod of flesh 
and used my hand to finish him off. He shot a much 
larger load of cum in my mouth than his father had and 
I was afraid that it was going to start to spill out 
around my lips. But he finally ran out of the nasty 
fluid and I carefully pulled my head away and held his 
cum in my mouth while he watched me and made sure that 
I didn't swallow before he gave me permission.

I noticed that the taste was different. It seemed much 
milder, not so bitter and without that bleachy taste. 
It wasn't pleasant. It was, in fact, disgusting. But 
given a choice I suppose that I would choose Jamal over 
KC if I was to pick one that I had to suck off. I knew, 
though, that I would not be given any choices in my new 
role as sex slave to these three horrible people. My 
only choice would be do what I was told or be sold to a 
whorehouse in Mexico and fuck dogs and donkeys until I 
died.

Jamal finally gave me permission to swallow and I 
forced myself to gulp down his slimy spend. He pointed 
out a final drop on his softening cock and ordered me 
to lick it up and as I bent forward to lick the tip of 
his cock clean; Curtis stood up behind me and sat down 
again, impatiently waiting his turn.

I straightened back up and Jamal nodded at me. I backed 
away from him and crossed in front of KC to take my 
place between Curtis' legs. My jaw was killing me now. 
So was my back. I wanted desperately for this nightmare 
to be over. Or at the very least I wanted desperately 
to be given a few minutes to recover. But I wasn't. 
Curtis was getting impatient already.

I moved between his legs and I was surprised to see 
that his cock was longer than his brothers. Quite a bit 
longer! But no thicker, thank god. It wasn't as wet 
either. But then I remembered what he had been doing 
and I assumed that most of that moisture had been 
rubbed off between the cheeks of my ass.

I leaned down and struggled to stick my tongue out and 
move it over Curtis' balls. He groaned and said, "Yeah 
cunt, I'm pretty turned on. Your ass really got me 
going. I can't wait to rape it. That's enough foreplay. 
I'm going to cum in about a minute. So let's cut right 
to the chase. Show me how you swallowed Jamal's cock. I 
want to feel your lips in my pubic hair."

To be honest, I was almost relieved. I was ready to do 
anything to get this over with. I placed my lips around 
the head of his cock and carefully worked them down 
until the head of his cock reached the back of my 
throat. 

My throat was sore already, but the mental barriers had 
been broken. I had been broken. I forced my lips 
further down over his shaft and I felt his cock slide 
into my throat with relative ease now. His cock was 
perhaps an inch longer than his older brother's, but 
the difference was barely noticeable in my throat. I 
was soon plunging my mouth down over his cock rapidly 
and then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head down and 
held me with his cock buried in my throat and I felt 
his shaft swell and throb and I sensed his cum burning 
a path down my throat. 

He held me like that for at least a minute as he gasped 
for air, then he released me and pushed my head away. 
He turned to his father and said, "Not bad, dad. But 
when are you going to fuck her? I can't wait to bury my 
dick in her."

KC said, "Take it easy Curtis. Anticipation is half the 
fun. I'll probably fuck her tonight and let you boys 
have her tomorrow. But I want her to have to think 
about it for a while. She ain't even fourteen yet. She 
probably hasn't thought much about getting fucked. I 
want her to have a little time to think about it before 
I fuck her."

I heard them talking, but for the moment I was just so 
glad that I could rest my jaw and my tongue and my back 
for a few moments that I didn't pay that much attention 
to the impending rape of my vagina. I was just happy to 
be given a moment to recover from the rape of my 
throat.

Nobody moved for several minutes and then KC got up and 
started getting dressed. His sons followed suit and I 
was relieved. I knew that the respite was temporary. 
But I desperately needed a few minutes to recover. 

For the first time since Jamal's cock had forced its 
way down my throat I tried to talk. I desperately 
wanted a drink. I looked up at KC and said, "Please 
sir, can I have a drink of water?"

He nodded and said, "Come on cunt. Follow me. I got 
something for you to do in here anyway."

I followed him into the kitchen and I was shocked yet 
again. Everywhere I looked, the counters, the table, 
the sink, everywhere there was a place there were dirty 
dishes and used glasses and trash. 

KC opened a cupboard and found one of the few remaining 
glasses and handed it to me. He pointed out the 
refrigerator with the ice and water dispensers and I 
got a glass of water and soothed my throat and rinsed 
the horrible taste of cum out of my mouth as much as 
possible. 

He watched me and then he said, "The dish soap is under 
the sink. I want you to wash the dishes now. I'll get 
you a dish towel. My sister is coming over a little 
later to give you your first cooking lesson. I want 
this room cleaned up by then."

He turned around and left me alone with the mess. I 
filled up my glass again and then I went to work. I saw 
that the back door also had a padlock on it. And the 
windows all had bars over them. They had made their 
home into a fucking prison. I wondered how many girls 
had come through here and been victimized by these 
three. More than that though, I wondered what happened 
to them when they tired of them. Did they all get sold 
to Mexico? Would I be sold to a whorehouse in Mexico no 
matter what I did?

It was just too horrible to contemplate. I forced 
myself to concentrate on cleaning up the kitchen. It 
was a horrible mess and I didn't know what time my 
cooking lesson was scheduled for, but I would have 
thought this would be an all day job.

I had just started washing dishes when Curtis came in 
with a couple of dish towels. He set them on the table 
and moved up behind me and reached around and squeezed 
my breasts viciously. I squealed in pain and nearly 
collapsed to my knees. I would have if I had not been 
trapped between his body and the sink.

He chuckled in pleasure as he twisted and squeezed my 
breasts. Finally KC called out from the living room, 
"Curtis, leave her the fuck alone and let her clean up 
the mess you boys made in there. You can play with her 
later."

Curtis let my breasts go and I managed to recover my 
footing. He leaned over me and in a quiet but very 
threatening voice he said, "Girl I can't wait to get my 
dick in you. Your tight cunt is going to feel so 
fucking good wrapped around my cock."

Curtis finally backed away, after licking the side of 
my face like a dog. He went over to the table and sat 
down and watched me as I rushed around the kitchen 
trying to get it cleaned up before my time was up. And 
I don't even know why!

There were far too many dirty dishes to do them all in 
one load. I had to wash, dry, put them away, and then 
start all over with fresh water. I did that three times 
before I finally had all the dishes washed and put 
away. I took everything off of the counters, cleaned 
them thoroughly and then cleaned those things that went 
on the counters and put them back. I glanced at the 
clock on the wall and even though I didn't know what 
time I was supposed to be done I saw that it was 
getting late. But it was obvious that the kitchen floor 
had not been cleaned since the invention of soap, so I 
dug out the mop and the bucket and started scrubbing. I 
scrubbed and rinsed it twice and after it dried I waxed 
it. 

Curtis watched me work, enjoying the way my naked body 
moved as I worked I guess. He didn't help, but at least 
he didn't torment me any longer. By the time I had 
finished I was so sweaty that he probably didn't want 
to touch me.

I finished and put away the mop and bucket and went out 
to report to KC. There was more that needed to be done. 
The cabinets should be cleaned out and while I didn't 
open it I was sure that the refrigerator looked like a 
biology experiment on the inside. The funny thing was 
that I would never have done all of this work if I were 
still living at home with my parents. I would have 
whined like a jet engine if my mom had tried to get me 
to work half this hard. But then, mom never threatened 
to sell me to a Mexican whorehouse.

KC took one look at my sweaty body and told Jamal to 
take me upstairs and stick me in the shower. Jamal 
smiled and pushed me up the stairs ahead of him. I 
climbed the stairs quickly, with his hands on my ass 
all the way. Then he led me to the bathroom which was 
almost as nasty as the kitchen had been. 

Jamal saw me look around and said, "Don't worry. We'll 
let you clean this room up later too."

Then he closed the shower curtain and let the water run 
and while the hot water ran down the drain he sat down 
on the toilet and I sucked him off again. After he came 
in my mouth I got in the shower and quickly washed. The 
water was quickly getting cold because it had run so 
long while I had been sucking him off. 

When I shut the water off he handed me a used towel and 
I dried off and stepped out of the tub. I really needed 
some hair care products for white females and my brush. 
Instead I had to use the products that they had which 
were made for black males and a comb. Since I was a 
prisoner in this house now, though, I didn't feel the 
need to look my best.

When my parents had been arrested I had been taken from 
my home so quickly and in such a confused state that I 
had only been able to grab a few items of clothing. It 
never occurred to me to grab my shampoo or brush or my 
toothbrush even. The state had been kind enough to 
provide me with those items, however, and I was able to 
convince Jamal that I really needed my own toothbrush 
and toothpaste. I was finally able to get the taste of 
cum out of my mouth.

Jamal waited until I was done and then he herded me 
back to the living room. When I came in he stood up and 
said, "My sister called and she can't make it tonight. 
So I'm going to take you upstairs and pop your cherry 
and a little later a friend of mine is going to come 
over with some hamburgers. He is looking forward to 
playing with your sweet little ass.

KC took me back upstairs and we went to his bedroom. He 
undressed quickly and got up on his unmade bed and sat 
with his back against his headboard and ordered me to 
suck his cock again.

I climbed onto his bed and crawled between his legs and 
took his soft cock into my mouth and started sucking. 
He quickly got hard and when he was ready he pushed my 
head away and positioned me on my back on his nasty 
bed. I was laying there staring at the ceiling, waiting 
for him to throw himself on top of me and rape me. But 
I got a little surprise first. He knelt between my legs 
and spread me as wide as my body would permit. He 
examined my virgin pussy closely, and then he bent down 
and kissed it.

But it was what happened next that took my mind off of 
how scared I was. I felt his hot, wet tongue licking 
the length of my tight little crack and I nearly jumped 
off of the bed. Even as terrified as I was, that felt 
great! He saw my reaction. I couldn't have hidden it if 
I had thought to try. He repeated it several times 
before he started insinuating his tongue into me a 
little farther with each lick. 

I was quickly moaning in pleasure as I felt myself 
assailed by sensations I had never felt before. I had 
touched myself between my legs before. I hadn't 
masturbated, I wasn't even sure how. But I had noticed 
that sometimes it felt good to move my fingers over 
that place that nobody but me was supposed to see or 
touch. 

But it never felt this good! I didn't want to enjoy 
what this dirty old man was doing to me. I suspected 
somewhere in the back of my mind that this was just one 
more way of humiliating me. But while it was happening 
I couldn't help enjoying it. I don't know if I could 
have had an orgasm if he had kept it up. It didn't 
matter to him though. The whole point of this was not 
for me to have an orgasm. 

He stopped what he was doing and I groaned when he took 
his mouth away. I was just returning to my senses when 
I felt him over me, his fat cock throbbing on my 
stomach. I opened my eyes and thought to beg him not to 
do this. But I saw the look on his face, the lust, the 
anticipation, the pleasure he was taking from being in 
complete control of my young body, and I knew I would 
be wasting my breath.

He moved his hips, sliding the head of his cock up and 
down my slit a few times and then he said, "Okay bitch, 
time to bust that cherry and make a woman out of you. 
Grab my cock and put the head of it inside your tight 
little hole."

He was going to make a woman out of me. I was still 
thirteen years old for Christ's sake! But I did as he 
ordered and reached down between our bodies and grabbed 
his fat cock and, with some difficulty I wedged it into 
my slit. 

I knew that men and women had sex and I knew that it 
involved a man putting his dick inside a woman's pussy. 
But that was pretty much all I knew about sex. Except 
that I knew that it was painful for the woman the first 
time. I also knew that I was a lot closer to being a 
little girl than I was a woman and my body wasn't ready 
for this yet. My mind sure as hell wasn't. But ready or 
not, here it comes!

He inched his cock a little farther into me, paused for 
a second, and then he drove it all the way in with one 
brutal thrust, tearing my hymen and stretching my poor 
immature pussy more than I thought possible. I screamed 
in pain and my eyes shot open. I saw him looking down 
at me, taking pleasure from my suffering. 

He rested his body on his arms and my stomach and I 
heard him exclaim, "Jesus Christ!" But he said it 
quietly, under his breath. I was just starting to relax 
from the pain of being penetrated from the first time 
and I hardly heard him.

He waited for a minute, enjoying the heat and the way 
my pussy held his cock so tightly. I heard a noise and 
looked up to see Jamal and Curtis in the door watching 
eagerly. They were enjoying my suffering and looking 
forward to their turns with my poor abused body.

KC finally started moving up and down, slowly pulling 
his cock almost all of the way out and then slamming it 
back down, burying it me again. It didn't hurt as much 
as that first stroke had hurt as it tore through my 
hymen. But each stroke irritated my torn flesh and the 
pain never stopped. 

I just lay under him, crying loudly as he fucked my 
small body, praying for it to end. He had said earlier 
that he was not that fond of taking a girl's virginity. 
But he seemed to really be enjoying himself. I didn't 
have to be that good of a judge of human behavior to 
see how much pleasure he was taking from my suffering. 
At least my prayers that it end soon were answered.

I suspect that my pain and suffering drove him over the 
edge a lot quicker than he thought they would. He came 
quickly and collapsed on top of me, suffocating me for 
several minutes before he rolled off of me and sighed 
loudly in pleasure.

He looked up and saw the boys watching enviously from 
the doorway and said, "You boys can fuck her now. Take 
her to your room and knock off a quick piece. Then get 
her cleaned up for company."

I sat up as they rushed into the room. I looked down at 
my thighs and I was aghast at the mess. There were 
blood smears on my thighs and thick ropes of cum 
dripping out of my very sore pussy. And when I sat up I 
felt a pain in my lower stomach like I had been punched 
in the gut.

None of that mattered to them though. They pulled me 
from the bed and dragged me down the hall to their room 
and pushed me down onto my hands and knees on the hard 
floor. Jamal moved behind me and I screamed again as he 
plunged his cock into my still sore little hole. 

Curtis dropped down in front of me and when I opened my 
mouth he shoved his cock inside and forced it back down 
into my throat. They both began to fuck me brutally as 
soon as their cocks were inside of me. But they didn't 
cum. Not yet. That would have been too easy.

I heard them talking over me, but I was so focused on 
the pain that I didn't know what they were saying. I 
just knelt between them, crying in pain and self pity 
until they both pulled out of me and Jamal grabbed my 
hair and turned me around quickly. 

My eyes were opened. I didn't know what was going on. I 
knew that they had not cum yet. I felt Curtis plunge 
his cock into me and I screamed again. As soon as I 
opened my mouth, Jamal shoved his slime and blood 
covered cock into me. I was saved from having to suck 
him though. He merely fucked my mouth like he had my 
pussy.

They switched back and forth several times and finally 
Jamal came in my pussy. As soon as his orgasm was 
finished I was turned around again and while I sucked 
Jamal clean Curtis fucked me until he came. Then he 
pulled me around and while I sucked his cock he said, 
"I knew you'd be a good fuck. We're going to have lots 
of fun with your ass. You're the best cunt we've had in 
here yet. I guess the others were too old."

They finally finished with me and Jamal took me back to 
the bathroom. He pushed me down onto the toilet seat 
and pushed my legs apart and watched their three loads 
of cum drain out of me. I thought the whole thing was 
disgusting, but he was enjoying it. 

When the draining finally stopped I said, "Sir, I have 
to pee."

He grinned and said, "So! If you got to piss, piss. In 
fact, I got to piss too. I think I'll join you."

First of all, I couldn't piss with him standing there 
staring at me. So I tried to get up so he could use the 
toilet, but he pushed me back down and said, "Where are 
you going you stupid cunt? I told you to piss!"

"I can't," I said. "I can't when you are standing there 
watching. And you said you had to pee too. I was 
getting up so that you could use the toilet."

He stood in front of me, looked down and fingering his 
cock and said, "I can manage just fine. You worry about 
you. You better get started, you get me in trouble for 
taking too long and I'll be pissed. If I get in 
trouble, you get in trouble. So do what you got to do, 
I want to see you piss."

I really did have to go. As humiliating as it was, I 
couldn't hold it much longer and it started to dribble 
out as he watched. At first it was just a few drops, 
but soon it was a strong stream, I had been holding it 
in for a long time. I was too afraid to ask to use the 
bathroom. 

Jamal stared down at the pee squirting out of me for a 
few moments, and then he started peeing between my 
legs. I screamed and tried to scramble up from the 
toilet, but he held me down with one hand and suddenly 
slapped me hard with his other hand. I froze and he 
said, "Don't you fucking move, cunt."

I had stopped suddenly when he started peeing on my 
thighs, but I wasn't finished and soon I was peeing 
again. As soon as I started he started again. Some of 
his pee splashed into the toilet and I felt drops 
splashing back up onto me, wetting my ass. Some of his 
hot stream fell on my already messy thighs, but most of 
it sprayed directly onto my pussy. It was the most 
disgusting, most humiliating thing that I could 
imagine. 

I finally finished peeing and I slumped on the toilet 
with my hands over my face and cried loudly, 
uncontrollably, as Jamal continued to cover my pussy 
with his strong stream. The smell was awful, but it was 
the idea that he would use me like a toilet that I 
couldn't stand. I couldn't even imagine it. What was 
wrong with him that he would enjoy doing this to 
another human being?!

He finally ran out of pee and with a few final spurts 
it was over. Or at least I thought it was over. I guess 
that I should have known better. As Jamal started to 
move I heard Curtis say, "Fuck that was hot! It's my 
turn now!"

I moved my hands from my face to see Curtis move in 
front of me and as his stream of piss started squirting 
down onto my pussy he ordered me to reach down and 
spread myself open with my fingers. 

I almost said no. I was just about to refuse when I saw 
that slightly crazy look in his eyes and I knew that it 
would be a hundred times worse if I said no. So I 
reached down and spread my pussy open and he resumed 
pissing right inside of me while I sat there crying in 
total despair. 

Jamal moved beside me and grabbed my hair and pulled my 
mouth down to his soft cock and made me lick the last 
couple of drops of piss from the end of his cock while 
his brother was pissing on my pussy. 

Finally Curtis stopped pissing on me and pulled my face 
down and I thought that I was going to have to suck the 
last few drops of piss from his cock too. But his dirty 
little mind was more devious than that. He forced his 
cock into my mouth, burying it with the head of his 
cock at my throat and I found out that he had saved the 
last couple of spurts to shoot down my throat. I felt 
the piss squirt out of his cock and burn its way down 
my throat to my stomach. 

I was sure I had reached rock bottom now. Surely 
nothing in my life could be more humiliating, more 
degrading than to have a boy piss into your pussy and 
then down your throat!

But then I realized that this was just my first day 
here. They were experienced at this. They liked raping 
and humiliating young girls. They probably had a lot of 
degrading acts planned out for me. If I did, someday, 
manage to get out of here alive, it was unlikely that I 
would be much more than the empty, ruined husk of a 
girl by the time that they were through abusing me.

I was allowed to wipe my pussy and my thighs with 
toilet paper and then they pushed me to the floor and 
made me clean up the mess they had made around the 
toilet while they pissed on me. 

While I was wiping up the floor Curtis said in a quiet 
but threatening voice, "There are a lot more games like 
that we like to play. I bet you thought that was pretty 
gross. Trust me bitch, you ain't seen shit yet."

As bad as KC and Jamal were, Curtis was much worse. 
There was something wrong with this guy, something not 
quite right. He was scaring the hell out of me.

When they were satisfied that I had cleaned the floor 
adequately Curtis said, "If we weren't in a hurry I 
would have made you do that with your fucking tongue, 
cunt."

Curtis pulled me to my feet by my hair and guided me to 
the bathtub. I was just able to climb in as he nearly 
lifted me by my hair and then he reached down and 
turned the water on, spraying me with ice cold water. 

I screamed and turned my back to the spray, but he 
walked away and I quickly reached down and turned on 
the hot water too. I washed myself thoroughly, pushing 
soap right up inside of my pussy, trying to clean out 
the piss that had been forced into me. 

My mind didn't seem to be working. I was just reacting 
to each new horror as it occurred and trying to keep 
from freaking out totally. I washed as thoroughly as 
possible and then I rinsed off and turned off the 
water. When I opened the curtain I was handed another 
dirty towel and I shivered with disgust as I used it to 
dry my sore, tired body.

Curtis didn't give me time to brush my teeth or comb my 
hair. He pulled me out of the bathroom and down the 
stairs and as I entered the living room I saw who KC's 
company was. The social worker that had delivered me 
into his clutches.

His eyes lit up when he saw my naked body and I looked 
at him and wondered how anyone that was supposed to 
look out for kids like he was could do this to me. He 
had given me to KC to rape. Then it occurred to me that 
the other girls probably ended up here the same way. He 
looked for cute young girls that could be discretely 
removed from the system and they just disappeared. I 
mean WE just disappeared. I realized that they could 
never just let me go. They would spend most of their 
lives in prison if I got out of here and went to the 
cops. My life was over except for the abuse and the 
suffering. That was all that was left to me now. I 
might as well be dead!

While the truth of my situation was sinking in, the 
social worker had stood up and moved over in front of 
me. He turned to KC and said, "As soon as I saw this 
bitch I knew she was hot. All I could think about for 
the three days it took me to purge her records from the 
system was how good it was going to feel when I buried 
my cock in her tight little pussy."

Then he grabbed my small breasts and squeezed them 
brutally and when I screamed in pain he put his face 
right down in my face and said, "Oh yeah baby, scream, 
it gives me a fucking hardon like you wouldn't 
believe."

His fingers released my breasts and moved to my nipples 
and he squeezed and pulled and I thought that he was 
trying to lift me right off of the ground! I screamed 
again and I put my hands on his wrists to try to take 
my weight off of my nipples. He roared at me to put my 
hands down and I dropped them in fear. But my screams 
continued until he finally released my nipples a minute 
later.

He started getting undressed and tossing his clothes 
aside rapidly. The last thing he took off was his 
jockey shorts and I saw his cock for the first time. It 
was no longer than Curtis' cock, but it looked twice as 
fat. It also had a strange bend in it. The last two 
inches of his cock pointed sharply to the right. 

He grabbed my breasts again and pulled my face close 
and said, "They tell me that you have learned to deep 
throat already. Get your ass down there and make me 
happy. Trust me; you really want to make me happy."

I fell to my knees gladly. I would have done anything 
to get his hands off of my tortured breasts. I placed 
my lips around his crooked cock and wondered if I could 
take this fat, misshapen thing down my throat. But then 
I considered the alternative. I didn't dare fail.

I slid my lips down his shaft and the difference in 
size was dramatic. When I got to about the halfway 
point and the head of his cock was wedged in my throat 
I knew I was in trouble. I gagged a little at first, 
but not much. My gag reflex wasn't the problem. The 
problem was that his cock was so thick and that it was 
pointing to the side. I tried and I tried, but I 
couldn't force it into my throat. I was crying 
hysterically because I knew that if I didn't do it I 
would be punished horribly. I should have realized that 
this horrible man planned on making me suffer whether I 
could swallow his cock or not. But I was too 
overwhelmed by everything that had happened to me 
already today to think rationally now.

He watched me struggle for a couple of minutes. Then he 
grabbed my head and pulled while thrusting his hips 
violently. I realized that he wouldn't care less if he 
tore my throat and I bled to death right here on the 
floor. He would just go and find another helpless 
victim to torture.

I was sure I was going to die in the next few minutes. 
I was also sure that if he did manage to force his cock 
into my throat it would be the cause of my death. But 
finally my throat opened up and admitted his warped, 
misshapen cock and it slit down my throat, but not 
without a lot of difficulty for him, and a lot of pain 
for me.

He held it buried in my throat for a moment and watched 
me struggle to breathe. Then he pulled it back slowly, 
but he didn't pull it all the way out. He plunged in 
and out of my throat violently and I came to realize 
that I could, with considerable effort, suck in just 
barely enough life giving oxygen to survive while his 
cock was buried in my throat. 

I stopped struggling, but I didn't assist him in his 
efforts to fuck my throat, he just held my head in his 
tight grasp and fucked my face violently for several 
minutes and then he held me with my face pressed 
tightly against his stomach and I knew that he was 
shooting his slimy load down my throat.

At last he pushed me away and I fell to the floor 
gasping for breath. I finally heard the lurid comments 
that KC and his sons were making as they sat around 
watching this hulking sadist abuse me. I knew Curtis 
would be getting a kick out of it.

The social worker looked down at me and nudged me with 
his toe and said, "Not a very good job, slut. It's a 
damn good thing for you that I am such a nice guy or I 
would have to punish you for doing such a piss poor 
job. But I didn't bring you here to suck my cock. I 
brought you here so I could fuck your sweet ass. Now 
get the fuck up and go and get me and KC a beer. Nobody 
said you could rest god damn it."

I struggled to my feet and hurried to the kitchen and 
got two beers from the refrigerator and carried them 
back to the living room. As soon as I was in reach the 
social worker pulled me into his lap and he took the 
beers from me. 

He handed one to KC and KC said, "Thanks Mo." When he 
said that I suddenly remembered the social workers 
name, Mr. Morton! Not that it mattered. I would only be 
calling him sir.

I squealed when Mo placed his cold beer bottle against 
my breast and then moved it over my body slowly. He was 
enjoying the hell out of my discomfort. He tormented me 
for a few minutes and then ignored me as he and KC 
talked, comparing me to some of the past girls that 
they had abused. I listened carefully. I was trying to 
learn from their conversation how many other girls that 
they had done this to, and what had happened to them. 
The only one I knew the fate of was the one that KC had 
bragged about selling to the Mexican whorehouse to fuck 
animals when she wasn't being whored out.

I didn't want to die, but I didn't want to end up like 
that either. But then again, how much more of this 
could I stand before I started to look for a good way 
to end it all?

While they talked, Mo began to torment me again. He 
started out twisting and squeezing my nipples. Not as 
hard as he had the last time, but it was still very 
painful. He was watching my face as he abused my body, 
feeding on the torment he saw in my eyes. I felt his 
cock under my ass, twitching as it began to grow from 
the pleasure he was taking from my torment.

He started paying more attention to me as his cock 
grew. He told me how much he was going to enjoy raping 
me. He was going to rape my pussy today, but later, 
when he came back, he was looking forward to ramming 
his cock deep in my ass. He told me that was all that I 
was good for now. I was just a nice warm place for a 
superior black man to stick his cock. My whole purpose 
in life now was to worship black cocks. All black 
cocks. I would probably never even see a white cock, 
not unless I pissed them off and they sold me to that 
Mexican. 

He had his finger working in and out of my pussy now 
and he pulled it out every now and then and looked at 
it. I guess it was never wet enough to satisfy him, 
because he didn't look happy. He said, "You are going 
to have a real hard time of it here if you don't start 
juicing up better than that. But what the hell, that's 
your problem."

Then he stood up, dumping me on the floor and nudged me 
over to the middle of the living room rug with his toe. 
Then he got on top of me and started trying to force 
his cock into my still very sore pussy. He was stabbing 
at me and missing my still very tight entrance and 
finally it was hurting more to let him keep doing that 
than to help him put it in. 

I reached down and took his cock in my hand and guided 
it to my opening. He drove it in with one brutal 
stroke, taking pleasure from my cry of pain. But he 
didn't pause for a second. He began to rape me even 
more brutally than KC and his sons had earlier. His 
hips bones slammed into me painfully and with every 
pile driving thrust I cried out in pain. 

My cries of pain seemed to be what drove him on. He 
stared down at me and said, "Yeah bitch, take that big 
black cock. That's what you're good for now. You're 
just a hot hole for black cocks. Just a place for black 
men to spray their cum. You know what that makes you 
cunt? You're a cum dump now. You're just a cute little 
white girl whose purpose in life is to be used by black 
men for their pleasure."

His horrible words were bad enough. But his body 
slamming painfully into mine, and that malformed cock 
slamming in and out of my already sore pussy were 
unbearable. I wasn't so much having sex as being beaten 
assaulted. It was a relief when I felt him speed up and 
slam into me even harder, because then I knew that it 
was almost over.

At last I felt him tense up and his body froze over 
mine with only an uncoordinated twitch as he unloaded 
his cum into me. Then he collapsed on top of me, 
suffocating me for a moment until he rolled off and lay 
beside me panting. 

KC said, "Man, you sure fucked the hell out of that 
bitch." Then he said, "Hey, you stupid cunt! Don't just 
lie there like fucking rag. Get off your ass and clean 
him up. Nobody said you could rest.

I struggled to sit up and then I got to my knees and 
licked and then sucked his cock clean. I glanced up and 
saw him watching me, enjoying my disgust.

When I had finished he sat up and returned to the couch 
near KC. He ordered me to stand in front of him and 
then he pointed to his cum running down my thighs. He 
said, "You are about to make a fucking mess you stupid 
cunt. Don't waste that shit. Scoop it up and eat it. 
It's good for you. It makes your tits grow faster. 
Don't you fucking know anything?!"

I looked down at the globs of cum dripping out of me 
and beginning to slide down my thigh. Finally I reached 
down and scooped up a couple of fingers full and 
hesitantly brought it to my lips. I know that I had 
already swallowed several loads of cum today. And I had 
licked four nasty, slimy, cum covered cocks clean. But 
this was just so disgusting. I opened my mouth and 
sucked my fingers clean and my gag reflex returned as I 
struggled to swallow it. I finally managed to swallow 
it and looked at him to see if he was satisfied. 

He wasn't. "You aren't done yet you stupid bitch. Keep 
going."

I scooped up a couple more fingers full of cum and 
choked them down before he was finally satisfied. Then 
he sent me in for two more beers.

When I returned with the beer I was turned back over to 
Jamal and Curtis and they raped me again while KC and 
Mo enjoyed the show. They raped me just like they did 
the first time. I was on my hands and knees and they 
fucked me for a minute or two and then turned me around 
and switched holes. It took them a little longer this 
time, but I was losing track of time. Being so 
helpless, so lacking in control warps your sense of 
time. I could only submit to one indignity after 
another, one painful humiliating and degrading act 
after another. I was quickly becoming a non-human, even 
in my own eyes. Time wasn't important because this was 
never going to end.

After I had served as a cum dump for the boys and then 
sucked them clean, I was again ordered to eat the cum 
running out of my pussy. But there wasn't as much of it 
this time, thankfully.

When I had finished I was pulled back into Mo's lap and 
he said, "I bet your mouth tastes like shit right about 
now doesn't it?"

I said, "Yes sir."

Mo asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what was coming 
next. I wanted desperately to drink something. I needed 
to ease the pain in my throat and to take the awful 
taste out of my mouth. But I said, "No thank you sir." 

Unfortunately he insisted. He grabbed my hair and 
tilted my head back and when my mouth was forced open 
he leaned forward and spit in my mouth. 

I gagged again, but he ordered me to swallow and I did. 
Then he ordered me to open my mouth again and I was too 
terrified not to. I opened my mouth and he leaned 
forward and spit twice more before he ordered me to 
swallow. Then he told me to get up and go around and 
ask the others if they would give me something to 
drink. 

I slid off of his lap and stood in front of KC and 
asked, "Please sir, may I have a drink?" I was crying 
again as KC said, "Sure, bend down here and open your 
mouth cunt."

I leaned forward and closed my eyes, but Mo ordered me 
to keep them open. I watched KC's face come close and I 
watched him grin as he gathered a mouthful of spit and 
spit it between my lips. Then he sat back and I 
straightened up and swallowed and moved over to Jamal 
and repeated the process. My stomach was starting to 
rebel as I swallowed another wad of warm saliva and 
finally I moved to Curtis. 

But as usual Curtis had a better idea. He pushed me to 
my knees in front of him and said, "Yeah bitch, I'll 
give you something to drink." Then he pulled his cock 
out and forced it into the back of my throat and I felt 
him holding my head firmly and I knew what was coming. 

I was right. I felt a few drops of pee dribble down my 
throat and then it became a stream. I started to 
struggle but he yelled at me and I finally just went 
limp and let him use me in this unimaginable way. I 
heard the others cheering him on as he filled my 
stomach with piss. 

Fortunately he didn't last too long and when he finally 
pulled his cock out of me I struggled to my feet, 
wanting desperately to get to the bathroom before my 
stomach rebelled and I threw up all over the floor. 

As I struggled to get up he backhanded me brutally and 
I went flying onto my back. He stood over me and 
yelled, "I didn't say you could get up you stupid cunt! 
What the hell is wrong with you?! You had best get used 
to it you fucking moron. It's just one of your jobs 
now. But don't worry. I won't always piss down your 
throat. Sometimes I am going to fill your fucking 
worthless cunt with piss. I wonder if you can hold it 
all."

The other three men were all laughing and egging him 
on. I just curled up in a ball and cried so hard I 
thought I would never stop. 

I heard them telling Curtis how good he was at handling 
white women. They told him that he really knew how to 
treat a girl. They even complimented him on his 
ingenuity!

I just cried and struggled to keep from throwing up. I 
didn't think that it would be much longer before I just 
gave up and let them torture me to death, or whatever 
they planned to do with me when I no longer amused 
them. I couldn't take much more of this.

The men talked and laughed and joked about me for a 
little longer and then Mo got up and dressed to leave. 
He came over and kicked my butt to get my attention and 
when I looked up he said, "That was a lot of fun, cunt. 
It looks like you are finally getting the training and 
discipline that you need. You behave yourself now, I'll 
see you tomorrow."

After he left KC said, "Okay bitch, nap time is over. 
Go up and take a shower and get in my bed. I'll be up 
in a while. I guess I'm going to have to start pimping 
your ass out to pay for all of these fucking showers 
you're taking."

I got to my feet and went back up to the bathroom and 
turned the water on. When it was warm enough I got in 
and stood there with my eyes closed and let the water 
rush over me. All of a sudden my stomach rebelled. I 
bent over and expelled the contents of my stomach, 
mostly Curtis's urine, down the drain. I felt a little 
better then and I straightened up and washed my hair 
again and lathered up with soap and then I rinsed off. 
As I stood under the water I suddenly realized that 
this was just the first day. I had only been in this 
hell house for less than one whole day! I knew that I 
wouldn't last a week. Not like this.

I dried off and brushed my teeth again. Then I went 
into KC's bedroom and sat on the bed. My entire body 
hurt, but especially my throat and my pussy. I hoped 
that whatever torment KC had planned for this evening 
would be brief. I couldn't stand much more.

I heard them coming up the stairs and I felt myself 
tensing back up. The boys went to their room, KC 
stopped in the bathroom before coming to bed. I stared 
at the floor as he came in and he stood in front of me 
and ordered me up onto my hands and knees, with my 
knees on the edge of the bed. 

When I was in position he explored my ass for a few 
minutes. Then he said, "You have a real sexy asshole. 
I'd sure like to stick my dick in there right now. But 
I promised it to Mo. I got to bust your cherry, but he 
wanted to be the first one to fuck your ass. So you can 
relax for tonight. But I think I can get off in that 
sweet pussy one more time."

Then he began forcing his cock into my sore pussy 
again. As he worked it in he said, "Damn bitch, you 
still feel like a fucking virgin! You may last longer 
than I thought you would."

I hoped not.

As he fucked me, slowly this time, he started slapping 
the cheeks of my ass after every couple of strokes. It 
didn't seem that hard at first, but after a few times 
the effects started to be accumulative and I was 
begging him to stop by the time he finally came in me 
again.

After he came he stayed buried in me as his cock 
softened and when his cock finally slipped out it was a 
moment before I remembered what I was supposed to do. I 
hurried to turn around and put his slimy cock between 
my lips and sucked him clean. 

When he was satisfied he manhandled me down on the bed 
and got in beside me and wrapped his arm and a leg 
around me and went to sleep with me in his clutches. 
After all I had been through tonight I was not even 
allowed to sleep in peace.

KC fell asleep quickly and started snoring loudly. I 
despaired of ever getting to sleep, but after a while 
he rolled over and I was finally able to relax and get 
a little sleep. As I drifted off I thought, "With any 
luck I will die in my sleep tonight."

I woke up in the morning and KC was still snoring 
beside me. I looked around and spotted his alarm clock. 
It was only a little after six in the morning. I tried 
to get back to sleep, I was afraid to get up. 
Everything was so confused lately that I didn't even 
know what day of the week it was. I didn't know if it 
was a school day, or even if school had let out for the 
year yet.

I couldn't get back to sleep though. Instead I curled 
up on the side of the bed and reluctantly relived the 
horrors of yesterday. Every degrading and painful act 
seemed to play over and over in my mind. The 
hopelessness of my situation washed over me again and I 
lay there crying quietly as I waited for another day of 
rape and torture to begin.

KC slept for nearly another hour before he got up and 
went to the bathroom. He ignored me and took a shower. 
But while he was out of the room Curtis came in and 
pulled me into the room he shared with Jamal and they 
both fucked me again. They laid me down on the hard 
floor and fucked me one at a time this time.

I was at least grateful that the pain from my torn 
hymen had almost gone. And they didn't fuck my throat 
this morning, or piss in me. Small favors that I was 
grateful for.

When I had sucked them both clean and eaten the morning 
loads of cum which were slowly dripping out of me, they 
let me go back to KC's room. He was already in his room 
getting dressed and he sent me down to make coffee and 
start breakfast.

I knew how to make coffee and toast and bacon. I had 
watched my mother cook eggs enough that I had a clue 
about how to cook them too. So by the time they got to 
the kitchen I had breakfast almost ready. 

I hadn't eaten anything yesterday, and I was getting 
hungry, so without even asking I made myself a plate as 
well. I served them at the table and then I was 
standing at the kitchen counter about to eat my 
breakfast when KC stood up and took my plate and led me 
to the table.

He held a chair out for me and said, "You can eat with 
us, cunt, but hold on, your breakfast isn't quite ready 
yet." Then he pulled his cock out and right in front of 
my face he masturbated all over my bacon and eggs.

Jamal and Curtis seemed to think that was hilarious and 
they each got up and did the same thing. They sat back 
down and ate their breakfast and watched me as I stared 
down at my plate of cold scrambled eggs and bacon and 
toast. I was crying again. I couldn't even eat 
breakfast without them fucking with me! I had just 
about decided that I couldn't eat this crap when Curtis 
said, "You don't want to waste food cunt. You better 
eat that, or I'll shove it all up your god damned ass, 
one forkful at a time."

I was pretty sure that he would, and then make me eat 
it later anyway. So I picked up my fork and stirred up 
my scrambled eggs and began eating slowly. KC and Jamal 
both chuckled as I struggled to swallow my doctored 
eggs. But Curtis, Curtis giggled a more than slightly 
maniacal giggle as he watched me. There was definitely 
something wrong with that kid. He just kept getting 
scarier and scarier. After all, what kid in their right 
minds would get a kick out of peeing down a little 
girl's throat?

I struggled to eat my breakfast. I was eating long 
after the three of them had finished. But finally I had 
cleaned up my plate and despite how disgusting it had 
been, I had to admit that it felt good to have food in 
my stomach. I stood up when I finished and cleared off 
the table. Then I washed the dishes and put everything 
away. When I was done, KC said, "You boys leave her 
alone for a while now. She is going to be busy. Why 
don't you get out of the house for a while?"

Then he turned to me and said, "Okay cunt, you go 
around and gather up all the dirty clothes and get the 
sheets and towels and do the laundry. And while the 
clothes are washing you can clean up the bathrooms."

I went right to work. It was a whole lot better than 
being raped and tortured. I had to make four trips from 
upstairs to get all the dirty clothes down to the 
laundry room. I took them into the laundry room and 
sorted them and started washing. Then I went back 
upstairs and started scrubbing out the dark gray 
bathtub and cleaning the gross toilet that did not 
appear to have been cleaned in a year. I got all of the 
enamel as clean as possible and then I scrubbed the 
floor on my hands and knees. It was much too filthy to 
be able to get it clean with a mop.

Every twenty minutes I ran down and checked on the 
laundry and as I took clothes out of the washer and 
dried them and started new loads I would then rush back 
upstairs and return to scrubbing the bathroom. 

I finished the upstairs bathroom and then started the 
downstairs bathroom. It was just as gross as the one 
upstairs, but at least there was no tub. And I didn't 
have to keep running upstairs. I was getting exhausted. 
It occurred to me that if they killed me I would at 
least be saved from the life of a housewife. I would 
hate to have this crappy job to look forward to for the 
rest of my life!

KC interrupted me at lunch time and I made him a light 
lunch. He didn't offer me anything and I was too tired 
to eat anyway. I went back to work in the bathroom and 
KC stopped in on his way out to the living room after 
lunch and pissed in the toilet, splashing all over the 
damned place and making me suck his cock clean. 

I sucked his cock for a few seconds and he put it away 
and left and I cleaned the toilet again. Men are such 
pigs! Then I cleaned the floor around the toilet, 
again. I had finally finished the bathrooms and I was 
resting in the laundry room waiting for the sheets to 
dry so that I could make the beds. I had folded, or 
placed on hangars, all of the other laundry. I didn't 
know what belonged to whom, so I left it up to them to 
separate it. I had put clean towels in all of the 
bathrooms.

When the dryer stopped I took the sheets upstairs and 
made the beds, then, reluctantly, I reported to KC that 
my tasks had all been completed. He went around and 
inspected, and he picked out his clothing and I carried 
it up to his room. I was all hot and sweaty then, but 
he didn't seem to care. He bent me over the bed and 
fucked me. After I cleaned him in the usual manner he 
told me to take a shower. 

I said, "Yes sir," and headed for the bathroom. I had 
neglected to look at the clock in his room and I didn't 
know what time it was, but I knew that it was getting 
late and I wondered how long before the boys got home, 
or people, well, not people, Mo, came over to abuse me. 
He had said that he would be back.

I took a shower and I was getting ready to brush my 
teeth. While I was at the sink, toothbrush in hand, 
Curtis came in. The little cretin didn't even notice 
that the sink, tub and toilet were all white again, or 
that the floor had been returned to its original color, 
or that the towels were clean. All he saw was me, naked 
and available to torment. 

He walked over to the sink and took my tooth brush out 
of my hand. He unfastened his pants and pulled out his 
cock, held my toothbrush over the sink and pissed all 
over it. Then he handed it back to me and told me to go 
ahead and brush my teeth. There was definitely 
something not right about this kid.

I reached for the toothpaste but he grabbed it from me 
and then he stood there watching. I took a deep breath 
and leaned over the sink and began brushing my teeth 
with my pissy toothbrush. Every few strokes he made me 
pull it out and he pissed on it again. After a few 
minutes he pushed my head down and shoved his cock into 
my mouth and said, "Now rinse." Then he let loose a 
strong stream into my mouth. I held my mouth open and 
let his piss swirl around my mouth and spill out into 
the sink until he finally finished. 

When he was done he stopped back and ordered me to 
rinse my face off and go downstairs.

When I got downstairs I found that KC's sister was 
sitting in the living room with KC and Jamal. They were 
sitting around waiting for me. She looked up at me and 
smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile. She looked just 
as cruel as KC and the kids. 

When KC had told me that she was coming over to give me 
a cooking lesson yesterday I had thought that she might 
be at least a little sympathetic. If anyone would feel 
sorry for me it would be another female. But there was 
a look in her face when she saw me walk into the room 
naked that let me know right away that she was amused. 

She turned to KC and said, "You certainly didn't 
exaggerate, KC. Once you get her trained I'd like to 
borrow her now and then."

KC said, "My pleasure Condi, but for now you'll have to 
use her here. You're welcome to help me train her of 
course. Right now though, I need the bitch to learn to 
cook."

Condi stood up and came over and walked around me. She 
was a short, squat, black woman in her mid-forties. She 
was a large woman, I'd guess she was well over two 
hundred pounds, and god she was ugly!

She reached out and pinched my nipples with her 
fingernails so hard that I almost fell to my knees. 
Then she put her face right in mine and said, "I love 
playing games with little honky bitches like you. We're 
going to have some fun when I get you alone bitch. Put 
you in your fucking place you uppity little white 
bitch, think your shit don't stink. I had girls like 
you looking down on me my whole life and don't it just 
suck that you got to pay for it?"

I was hoping that was a rhetorical question, because I 
didn't know what to say. She didn't give me a chance to 
answer, so I guess she knew I didn't have one. She 
grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the kitchen 
and stopped and looked around. 

She grinned and said, "Well, you may not be able to 
cook, but it looks like you are pretty good at 
cleaning. That's something else you can do for me when 
you get so that you can be taken out."

Condi looked in the refrigerator and pulled out the 
ingredients for my first cooking lesson and sat down at 
the kitchen table and told me what to do. This was not 
gourmet cooking. They ate simple foods, pretty much the 
same things that my family used to eat, with some 
slight variations.

After I made dinner and served them I was given a dish 
on the floor to eat from. One of them must have told 
her about my breakfast, because before I was able to 
eat my dinner she made sure that both of the boys 
masturbated on top of my food. Then it was put down so 
that they could all watch me bend over and eat out of 
the dish like a fucking dog.

After dinner I cleaned up and did the dishes and then I 
reported to KC in the living room. As soon as I walked 
into the room Condi stood up and grabbed my nipple and 
pulled me upstairs to my room. But she looked at my 
little bed and said, "The hell with that." Then she 
pulled me down to KC's room and ordered me to undress 
her. 

I was as afraid of her as I was of Curtis and I quickly 
removed her clothes. She had an awful figure. Her huge 
boobs hung down almost to her waist. Or at least they 
would have if she had a waist. She had dark black 
nipples that must have been at least an inch long and 
her areolae must have been five inches across. She had 
a huge forest of black, kinky pubic hair and she stood 
there as if she were proud of her figure and showing 
off.

She got up on the bed and stretched out on her stomach 
and ordered me to start at her neck and lick her all 
over, all the way down to the souls of her feet. I 
moved to the side of the bed and started licking her as 
she had commanded. I guess she sweated a lot, she 
tasted real salty. But nothing could be worse than the 
things that Curtis came up with. Curtis seemed to have 
become my yardstick. I compared every new torment to 
the things that Curtis invented for me to do. I tried 
not to think about what I was doing. I just licked. I 
was careful to lick everywhere, just like she ordered.

But I was very hesitant when I got around her ass. She 
didn't smell dirty exactly, just musky. But she told me 
to skip over her ass and work my way down to her feet. 
I did as she ordered and when I reached the souls of 
her feet she made me spend a little time there and then 
start working my way back up the insides of her legs.

When I finally got back up to her ass she spread her 
legs a little farther apart and made me kneel between 
her legs. When I was in position she ordered me to 
spread her cheeks and lick up and down the crack of her 
ass until she was satisfied. 

I took a deep breath and gingerly stuck my tongue into 
the crack of her huge ass as directed and moved it up 
and down slowly. I did that for several minutes and 
when she was ready to move on she said, "Okay, that's 
enough foreplay. Now I want to feel your tongue 
burrowing right up inside my ass like you're looking 
for gold bitch. You may be an itty-bitty thing, but you 
better hope you got a six inch tongue.

I groaned in disbelief. It was such an unbelievably 
perverted and nasty thing to do. I guess it ran in the 
family. I stiffened my already tired tongue and pressed 
my face into the crack of her big, fat, black ass and 
pushed it in as far as I could.

She kept urging me to go deeper, even though I couldn't 
stick my tongue out any farther. I tried burrowing my 
face deeper and driving my tongue in more forcefully 
and she finally relaxed and enjoyed it for a few 
minutes before she finally turned over and made me eat 
her hairy and extremely juicy pussy.

I had no idea how to eat pussy, but I knew that I 
didn't want to piss this mean woman off. I licked all 
around her pussy and stuck my tongue inside as far as I 
could and then I remembered the clit and I moved my 
lips up and kissed it and sucked on it and licked it 
and soon she was pulling my hair and screaming and 
squeezing my head with her massive thighs until I 
thought my head would explode.

At last she collapsed into a big pile of fat and 
cellulite and gasped for breath and I gave my poor 
tongue a rest. This had been even harder than sucking 
cocks, except that my throat wasn't sore.

After she had recovered sufficiently she stood up and I 
helped her dress. Then she pushed me ahead of her and I 
led the way back downstairs. When we entered the living 
room I saw Mo and I suddenly remembered what he had 
planned for me tonight. I had forgotten all about it. 

He said hello to Condi and Condi told them what a good 
pussy eater I was. She also said that I was pretty good 
at eating ass, but my tongue needed to be longer.

Mo stood up and said, "I was just about to be the first 
man to fuck her ass, you want to stay around and 
watch?"

Condi smiled and said, "Shit yeah! Beats the hell out 
of what's on television. I like seeing little blonde 
bitches suffer, don't take it easy on her."

Mo smiled and said, "I wasn't planning to." Then he 
finished undressing and called me over and ordered me 
to lie down on my back. 

When I was where he wanted me he lifted my legs up so 
that my ankles were positioned up by my head. But my 
legs were spread wide open. He ordered me to stay just 
like that and he pulled out a tube of lubricant and 
after he put some on his finger he started shoving it 
into my ass roughly. 

I groaned in pain, which he seemed to enjoy, and after 
a few minutes he used some more lube and started 
forcing two fingers into me.

The pain was worse and I was panting and moaning and he 
looked down at me and said, "I wish I didn't have to 
use this shit. It would hurt so much more if I fucked 
you dry. But I don't want to tear your fucking ass and 
ruin it. I want to fuck it a lot. I like fucking little 
blonde girls in the ass and hearing them cry and moan 
in pain. I have been thinking about shoving my cock up 
your tight ass ever since you came into my office."

He pulled his fingers out of my ass and shoved them in 
my mouth and after I sucked them clean he put more lube 
on his crooked cock and moved a little closer and 
started lining his cock up with my asshole. He forced 
the head of his cock inside me and as soon as he got 
past the strange bend in his cock he drove it in 
brutally. I screamed loudly, but he never stopped for a 
second. As soon as he had gone as deeply as he could he 
pulled out and shoved it in again. I screamed even 
louder this time and I begged him to take it out. I 
promised him that I would do anything he asked if he 
would please just fuck my pussy instead. 

He grinned down at me and in between grunts he said, 
"You are going to do anything I want anyway you stupid 
cunt. You are going to do anything anyone wants from 
now on and for the rest of your worthless life. So you 
might as well just get used to it."

Condi was near my head now and she was getting excited 
all over again and urging Mo to fuck me harder, to 
shove it in and make it hurt. Eventually I got slightly 
numb, but I never stopped crying, and it never stopped 
hurting. He lasted a lot longer than he had last night 
and I thought it was going to last forever. But finally 
he sped up, which hurt even worse, and then he 
stiffened up and filled my ass with cum.

He almost dislocated my hips when he collapsed his 
large, heavy body on top of me. I screamed again, but 
he ignored me and laid there for a minute or two before 
he rolled over and reached out and grabbed my hair and 
pulled my face down to his cock. 

I could smell traces of feces on his cock and I almost 
threw up. But I didn't see anything but his slime and 
the lubricant that he had used, and as with everything 
else I did around here, I wasn't doing it because I 
chose to. I bent down and sucked his nasty cock clean, 
which was something that really amused Condi. Her 
comments about the young cock whore eating shitty 
cocks, and other similar comments amused the rest of 
the guys.

After Mo got up the other three each took a turn in my 
ass. They made me kneel with my head in Condi's lap and 
one at a time they raped my ass as I cried and screamed 
for mercy. It really turned them on. And when they had 
all had a turn Condi asked them to all turn around. 
When they had their backs to us she stood up and pulled 
up her ankle length dress and ordered me to pull her 
panties off. Then she sat on my face and dropped her 
dress around us to protect her modesty and the men were 
allowed to watch as I ate her to another orgasm while 
struggling for air.

She came quickly, my suffering had really turned her on 
and I had learned where to lick to get the best 
results. Soon she was struggling to her feet and Mo 
offered to walk her home. 

KC saw them out and locked the door behind them. Then 
we went to bed. I was permitted to sleep in my bed 
tonight, everyone was fucked out I guess.

Over the next two weeks I learned the basics of cooking 
and I was required to pay her for the lessons after 
every meal my taking her up to KC's bedroom and having 
sex with her. 

Well, having sex with her is not quite right. That 
implies a mutual sexual experience. That isn't what 
happened. Every night after I had fed them and then 
cleaned up the kitchen and washed dishes, Condi took me 
upstairs and she undressed and I licked her anywhere 
and everywhere she liked. She really enjoyed laying on 
her stomach and making me lick her entire back, ending 
up with my tongue in the crack of her ass until she was 
ready to turn over and make me eat her pussy.

She also enjoyed watching KC and Jamal and Curtis rape 
me. She would often sit around the living room and 
suggest things that she would like to see them do to 
me, and they were always unpleasant. Mo came over 
frequently too, and since he was rougher than the 
others and had that large, deformed cock she got a big 
kick out of watching him rape me. She couldn't get 
enough of him shoving that horrible thing down my 
throat.

My life became a not quite bearable rut of rape and 
humiliation. I cleaned house most of the day, in the 
nude of course. The offer to earn the privilege of 
wearing a t-shirt was never repeated and after being 
naked all of the time for a few weeks I didn't think 
much about it anymore. 

My meals were all eaten the same way, from a plate or 
bowl on the floor where everyone could watch me. I 
wasn't allowed to use my hands, and with a few rare 
exceptions my food was always covered with cum from at 
least one of the family members. The only time it 
wasn't was when I had just spent enough time being 
raped by them that they couldn't produce another load 
for my dinner.

In the evening, if I wasn't engaged in active sex with 
one of them, or Mo when he came over, I would be on my 
knees holding a cock in my mouth while they watched TV 
and ignored me. 

Thankfully, Curtis was the only one that really got off 
on pee games. And once I got used to it and didn't 
totally freak out I guess he started getting bored with 
it.

About once a week the boys would bring friends over and 
share me with them. Sometimes it was only one or two 
guys. But it wasn't unusual for them to bring a half a 
dozen guys over and let them all rape me. When that 
happened they often called Condi to invite her over 
because she enjoyed watching me being gang raped. The 
rougher they were and the more humiliating it was the 
more she got off on watching it.

I had turned fourteen, but I don't even think they 
realized it, or cared. I had not had any idea when it 
happened. I had lost all track of time, most of the 
time I didn't even know what day of the week it was. I 
just knew that more than a month had passed, so I must 
be fourteen now. 

KC was on disability and stayed home all of the time. 
When he did go out I was chained to a pipe in the 
bathroom and left lying in the bathtub until he got 
home.

The boys didn't seem to go to school. If they did go 
they didn't go every day. They never had homework and 
they never talked about what they did during the day.

One afternoon Mo came to the door and came in with a 
cute little redhead that was about my age. I had heard 
him talking with KC about how much he enjoyed me and he 
was thinking about getting another girl for himself. He 
would keep her here until she was broken and then take 
her home and keep her in his basement.

I guess he had selected his victim. I was on my knees 
in the living room when they arrived, cleaning a cum 
stain from the carpet. The poor girl was obviously 
terrified and when she saw me, naked and slaving away 
on the floor she knew she was in trouble.

Mo grabbed her by the throat and pushed her into the 
living room and he and KC looked her over. Mo explained 
that her mother was a drunk and the father was dead. 
The girl had been taken out of the home and hadn't even 
made it to a foster home when Mo saw her and decided 
that he had to have her. He grabbed her file and 
deleted her name from the computer and brought her 
straight over.

They terrorized her the same way that they had me. KC 
took her to his desk and showed her the pictures that 
he had of the girl he had sold to the Mexican. He even 
had a few more now, of the girl with other animals and 
some of the human customers she was being forced to 
service.

They gave the poor girl the same choices they gave me. 
Obey or end up like the girl in the photos. Except that 
they didn't offer to let her keep any of her clothes. 

Just in time for the fun there was a knock at the door 
and KC went and opened the padlock and let his two sons 
in. The lock was put back on the door and the three of 
them came back in to the room and they all stood around 
as Mo ordered the girl to undress. 

I felt bad for her. She looked even more naïve, and 
more scared than I had been. At first she just shook 
her head, but KC held up the pictures and she started 
undressing. The tears were pouring down her cheeks and 
I felt myself crying for her. I knew how she felt. I 
hadn't been here so long that I didn't still remember 
that first day, that first week.

I worked listlessly at the spot on the rug, but I 
watched what was happening while I worked. I didn't 
want to. It made me sick to my stomach. But it was like 
an accident on the side of the highway. You couldn't 
help it, when you drove by you had to look.

Her breasts were smaller than mine. But then, it seemed 
like mine had grown a lot in the last couple of months. 
I suppose hers were about the same size that mine had 
been when they first brought me here.

Just as the girl was taking off her panties, Mo got a 
call on his cell phone. He got a disgusted look on his 
face and said, "Shit, I have to go. I'll come back this 
evening. You guys can teach to her suck cocks, but 
leave her cunt and her ass alone. I want the cherries 
on this one."

KC and the boys were fine with that. They would be able 
to spend the day tormenting the poor girl and raping 
her mouth. Fresh, young white pussy, they were happy.

For a few minutes they moved around the girl, touching 
her, groping her. She stood there with her hands over 
her face crying loudly and begging them to leave her 
alone. Her desperate sobs were giving them hardons. I 
could see them getting more and more excited as they 
tormented her.

They started hugging her and kissing her, forcing her 
to return their kisses all the while they were roughly 
exploring her body, squeezing and groping and pinching 
and causing her to cry out in pain.

Then they started undressing and she covered her face 
with her hands again. I knew that she had never been 
naked in front of anyone before, or seen a man naked 
before. Just like me when I got here. I could tell from 
watching her reactions. I wanted to make them stop. I 
wanted to tell them to take me instead. But I knew it 
wouldn't have helped. I could see how excited they were 
to have someone fresh and new to despoil. Her absolute 
terror was more than half the fun for them.

KC pushed her to her knees and the three of them closed 
in and rubbed their cocks all over her face and in her 
hair, poking at her and rubbing the slimy lube all over 
her face.

Then KC made the boys step back and he ordered her to 
kiss his cock. She started to shake her head, to plead 
with him again, but he just slapped her, hard, knocking 
her onto her back on the floor. Then he bent down and 
grabbed a handful of her bright red hair and pulled her 
back up onto her knees.

He moved his cock in front of her face again and once 
more he ordered her to kiss it. She groaned in 
humiliation and pursed her lips and touched them 
lightly to the head of his cock. I knew what was going 
through her mind now. It had only been a couple of 
months since I had been in her place. And I still hated 
it every time I had to suck one of those filthy 
bastards off.

He made her kiss him several more times and then he 
ordered her to lick. She stuck out her tongue and began 
to lick his throbbing cock and while she was doing that 
Jamal got down behind her and nestled his cock in 
between her buttocks and slid it up and down while he 
reached around and started roughly groping her tits and 
tormenting her nipples again.

She looked so small, so helpless, and so young and 
innocent. I wanted desperately to come to her aid. But 
I didn't want to end up in Mexico.

Finally KC decided that the foreplay was over and he 
forced his cock into her mouth. My view was suddenly 
obstructed by Curtis. I guess he decided that he 
couldn't wait for his turn at the new girl. He was 
always last. 

He walked around behind where I was kneeling on the 
floor and forced his cock into my pussy. He stroked in 
and out of my dry pussy for a minute and then he lay 
down across my back and lifted his knees off of the 
floor and ordered me to move closer to the others. 

With his cock buried in my pussy I walked on my hands 
and knees over to where KC was raping the young girl's 
mouth. When I came to a stop as close to them as I 
dared, Curtis lowered his knees to the floor and 
started fucking me slowly as he watched his father 
raping the girl's mouth.

Just like his first time with me, KC didn't try to 
force his cock into her throat during her first 
blowjob. But it seemed like he was being rougher with 
her than he had been with me. And while he was getting 
sucked off, Jamal was all over her back and I could see 
how rough he was with her tender young breasts.

KC finally came in her mouth and gave her the same 
instructions that he had given me the first time. He 
made her hold his cum in her mouth until she got used 
to the taste and then finally she was allowed to 
swallow. 

As soon as she had swallowed his cum, KC went over to 
the sofa and sat down. Jamal stood up and took his 
place immediately. I was getting the impression that 
they had a regular routine worked out. They said the 
same things to her and did the same things to her that 
they did with me. 

When he was nearing the end of his blowjob, Jamal 
pulled her head down forcefully and shoved his cock 
into the new girl's throat. I saw her surprise, her 
panic. She was right in front of my face. She struggled 
just like I had and it was just as futile. By the end 
of her second face fuck, Jamal was moving his cock in 
and out of her throat on every stroke and she had 
stopped struggling. 

He finally came in her mouth and she was made to savor 
his cum for a moment before she could swallow. 

And then it was Curtis' turn. He pulled out of my pussy 
and stood in front of her, his throbbing cock covered 
with my juices. She looked like she was going to be 
sick, but she didn't fight him when he shoved his cock 
in her mouth. 

She may not have liked having my juices all over his 
cock, but at least I had gotten him warmed up for her 
and he came very quickly. She was finally allowed to 
swallow his cum, but they were not done with her, or 
me.

They ordered her to lie on her back and they ordered me 
to get on top of her in a sixty-nine position. I paused 
and we looked at each other. I said quietly, "I'm 
sorry, I have to do what they say."

She nodded, she understood. I move over her and put my 
lips to her virgin pussy while she began eating me. 
Curtis had fucked me for fifteen or twenty minutes 
while waiting his turn at her mouth. But I was 
relatively clean. He hadn't cum. 

Compared to Condi's pussy, her virgin slit was fresh 
and clean and actually pleasant. But we were not doing 
this for our pleasure. And I doubt if either of us 
would have been able to achieve orgasm.

That was how we were occupied when their world caved in 
around them. There was a loud bang and the front door 
was crushed open by a battering ram. The room filled 
with men wearing helmets and bulletproof vests and dark 
coveralls and all of them carrying guns and yelling.

KC and his two boys almost turned white! They threw 
their hands up and stepped away from me and the redhead 
and they were quickly thrown to the floor. Someone 
threw a blanket around both of us. Apparently they were 
looking for the new girl. They were surprised to find 
me.

The guy that seemed to be in charge asked me a few 
questions and determined that I was also a victim here 
and being held against my will. He called someone over, 
a female cop, to take care of us but before they could 
take me out I asked for my clothes which were in KC's 
closet. While someone went to get my clothes, with some 
difficulty, I got the guy in charge to listen to me. 
Everything seemed so frantic. I showed him the other 
folders in KC's desk, and the pictures.

I told him what I knew and he took the folders and 
promised me he would try to find the girl. Then I was 
given my suitcase and I went into the bathroom to put 
on clothes for the first time in at least two months, 
probably longer. It felt pretty strange, and my tops 
didn't fit quite as well as they did when they brought 
me here. 

We were driven to a police station and I told them who 
I was and what had happened to me. I eventually found 
out that, although the redhead's mother was a loser, 
her grandmother was a prominent member of society and 
when she got a call from her daughter who had been 
arrested she had immediately tried to locate her 
granddaughter. 

That was when the shit had hit the fan. Although she 
had supposedly gone into the system, there was no 
record of her. But grandmother had a way of making 
things happen and thanks to the GPS locater on the 
redhead's cell phone in her unopened suitcase the 
police were able to track her down, and they found me 
too, of course.

My parents had both gotten out of jail more than a 
month ago when the evidence against them had gotten 
thrown out on a technicality. But I had disappeared 
from the system and could not be located. 
Unfortunately, my parents had no pull and no one was 
looking for me. 

After months of investigation they found that there 
were a dozen girls who had been taken out of the system 
by Mo and broken in by him and KC and the boys and 
Condi. Three had eventually been sold in Mexico. So far 
only two of them have been found and returned. A few 
other girls had been sold to friends in the area and 
were eventually recovered. 

Four of their victims were sold to local pimps and have 
been working locally. They have been found, but I hear 
that they are really fucked up. They are hooked on 
crack and two of them have AIDS.

I am back with my parents now and I have been getting 
rape counseling. I have a lawyer that the state 
assigned to me and she is suing the state on my behalf. 
I guess we need the money because my parents were 
apparently scared straight and are having trouble 
adjusting to a life of obeying the law. That isn't to 
say that there isn't a stash of pot around the house, 
but at least they aren't growing it and selling it now. 

Oh, and when school starts back, I will be attending 
school for the first time. I have mixed feelings about 
that. I'm not sure how I feel about being a normal, 
fourteen year old girl again. I guess that's something 
I'll have to work on in counseling.

The End

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you.

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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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