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This is the story of what happened to his two children after he went to jail. (mf-teens, nc, bi, anal, beast, v) *** PART ONE Erica Clark was bent over the kitchen table moaning, "Get off me you fucking pervert! Why are you always so horny?" "Oh stop moaning Erica, you know you love it you little slut," answered Brett as he pounded his sister's pussy even harder. "Are you two at it again," said the man who walked into the room. "Has she let you fuck her asshole yet?" he laughed. "No he hasn't and he never will, neither will you, you fucking pervert, said Erica. The man watched the young man fuck her, her panties were still around her knees and her dress lifted up over her shapely young ass. The young man gave a grunt and pushed his cock in harder spurting his cum inside, the girl tried to rise but was pushed back down again, "it's Daddy's turn darling," he said, pushing the boy off her and sticking his hard cock into her pussy and began to fuck her. Jimmy Clark was a petty crook, all his life he had been involved in crime, most of his family was either in jail or on probation. Jimmy's wife had disappeared seven years ago, he said she had run off with a salesman although the police didn't share this theory, they were sure something had happened to her but couldn't prove anything. Erica had already been in trouble for shoplifting and Brett for stealing a truck, Jimmy had kept his nose clean as far as the police were concerned but secretly was fencing stolen goods. He and Brett had plied Erica with booze one night and fucked her, raped would be a more accurate description, she had been fucked almost every day since then by either one or both. It was about a couple of months later when the police knocked the door, Jimmy had been asked to accompany them to the station where they told him a body had been found, it was his wife's. A year later Jimmy Clark was found guilty of his wife's murder and sentenced to life imprisonment, leaving Erica and Brett to fend for themselves. They would have done but the authorities stuck their nose in and both found themselves in a hearing to decide their fate. Erica was fourteen now, a very attractive girl with blonde hair and a great body with 34C tits. Brett was fifteen, a handsome young man with blonde hair also around five nine to five ten. Harold Murray was in charge of proceedings, no one saw the imperceptible nod given by Harold to one of the social care workers. The same worker now stood up, "I think the best course of action for these two would be the Charity School, it's well run and the children are well taken care of." Heads got together and the answer was unanimous, Charity School it was for Erica and Brett. Next day Brett and Erica drove through the huge wrought iron gates in the car driven by the social care worker. "this place looks more like a prison than a school," whispered Erica, "I don't think I'm going to like it here." Brett put his arm around his little sister, "don't worry honey, I'll look after you." Brett and Erica were ushered into a room where a bleached blonde woman of around thirty five sat behind a desk, Erica and Brett were told to stand in front of her. She picked up some papers, "Erica and Brett Clark, you've been sent here by the social care team, well let me tell you if you think this is going to be a cushy ride you can forget it now, remove your clothes, now." Erica and Brett looked at each other, "What!" said Erica, "I'm not taking my clothes off for anyone," she retorted angrily. "Nor me, you can go fuck yourself whoever you are," retorted Brett. "Oh dear, I was hoping you wouldn't say that," pressing a bell on the desk. Two large men came in and grabbed both of them holding them in a headlock as the woman rose from behind her desk, "hold him still," she said as she fastened a collar around his neck and then another on Erica before sitting down again. "Now, I'll ask you nicely again. Remove your clothes now." "Fuck arrrrgh," was as far as Brett got before he doubled up in pain falling to the floor. "What have you done to him you fucking bitch," shouted Erica before she too doubled up screaming. "That was the lowest setting, do you want me to turn it up to the highest or do you want to take your clothes off." Erica and Brett stripped aware of the leering men who had just held them, they stood starkers in front of the woman as a girl brought in some clothes. "You slut," pointing at Erica, "put those on" as the girl handed her a package. Erica opened it and gasped, it was no more than a glorified belt, it was about eighteen inches wide and left her tits and pussy bare for all to see. "You," pointing at Brett, you can dress later, there are other plans for you." "Why don't you tell these sluts why they're here slut," talking to the young girl who was probably younger than Erica and wore the same 'uniform' as Erica. "You're going to be trained as high class whores, you will be expected to fuck and suck any client who comes here, your holes must be accessible at all times, you must never sit with your legs crossed, you must show your pussy at all times, it is your responsibility to keep your pussy shaved and clean and that goes for your ass hole as well, you may not talk during working hours, you may only talk if asked a question, then you must answer Sir or Mistress." "Oh, one more thing, if you think I'm soft hearted think again, I have no heart, tell them who you are slut." Erica gasped as the girl answered, "I'm your daughter Mistress." "That's right, she has to earn her keep as well, now take them away, I'll inspect them later." Erica and Brett were led away, out of the room both men were fondling Erica's tits and then her pussy, "Georgie boy's going to have a great time with these two, hey, maybe he'll let us watch." Find out what happens in part two... Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email address so it will do the reader no good contacting the archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later time to see if there have been any updates to this story by the author. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 81