Welcome to New York

Based on a true story, modified for literary effect. I love consensual force but I do not condone non-consensual sex and I like the ending *smiles*. Thank you for reading. Please write.

Love,
Your Pamela

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So cold.

The wind whips up my bare legs and under my short skirt.

So cold.

So very cold.

I shiver violently. I check acroos the street and down the alley...no one.

I hesitate then run on my cold numbed legs across the street. Thank goodness there is still one enclosed phone booth left in the world.

I close the door behind me, thankful for the respite from the wind. My breath fogs up the glass.

My shaky fingers produce two quarters from my little clutchbag. I pick up the receiver, ignoring the voice in the background asking me to deposit 50 cents for the first 3 minutes. I drop my quarters in the pay phone and 'dial', 1-555-1212.

"RING!"....What am I doing? ..."RING!"

"Hello?"

Mom...I almost say it outloud this time...mom...Why can't I just talk to her? You would hate me mom if you knew what I've become. A tear rolls down my cheek.

"Is anybody there?" "Yes mom yes, its me your lil girl,"  I shout in my mind.

"Oh dear, there's no one there again...click."

"I love you mom...," I whisper. Only now do I find the courage to tell you mom.

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I was 13, my brother 12. I lived in the little town of Applewood. All my life we'd lived on a farm raising apples. Once every year for three weeks straight we'd open the farm up and let the city people come pick the remaining apples. City people have no clue about life I suppose. They don't say please or thank you. They treat my everyday life like it was a holiday. So strange to my quiet way of life. I wake up early milk Mary Sue, our only cow, collect eggs from the hen house and then sit to a great breakfast of hot pancakes, eggs, sausage and spiced hot apples before school.

Then my favorite thing...a ride on Wendy. I loved the smell of the straw in the barn and the seasoned leather of her saddle and reins. Wendy loved me too...I wonder where she is? If she's still alive?

Of course school had been cancelled that tragic day. A call in the middle of the night. The whole house sprang to life. The worst fear of any apple farmer - an early frost. We all got dressed quickly. Already there were smudge pots in the rows between the apple trees. Mom was making hot coffee and for us kids and Mr. O'keffe she made hot cholcolate. We kids fanned the trees and fetched fuel for the smudge pots when they got low.

By noon dad sent the men home, either they had saved this years crop or not. Two days later it was evident that the apples were largely lost. Dad informed us that night we had to sell the farm. He found a new job in the city; we'd have to move.

I hated him, I went running to my room telling him so. I wish I could take it back...to tell you dad...I didn't mean it. I fight back tears welling up in my eyes.

That night I snuck out into dad's study and procured a bus ticket for an unsupervised child. I wrote an e-mail to grandma in New York to let her know I was going to visit her...to expect me at 2:45 pm, arriving on Bus 410. How was I to know that Grandmother was very ill and that dad was moving close so he could care for her at the home...I was just 13.

I procured a loaf of bread, some homemade preserves and some peanutbutter from the pantry for my trip. I was startled when my brother called out my name from behind me. "Pam...what are you doing? Are you going somewhere?

"Yes...", I whispered once I recovered from being startled, "I am." I offered nothing more.

"Can I come too?" I gritted my teeth, "No! I am going by myself".

"You're running away aren't you?"

I turned to face Jon, " Yes I am. I have to...to show dad that...He's giving away Wendy and I'll never get to see her again, I started crying...I'll never get to ever ride her again."

I'm not sure how but somehow Jon convinced me that he too should come. Maybe I was afriad he'd tell mom and dad, that he'd add emphasis to my protest or just that I needed the company, but in any case we changed the reservation and off we went. Two miles later by bike in the moon lit morning we meet the bus and boarded for New York.

The bus driver was suspicious but the paperwork was all together. I even wrote a little note from mom in my best handwriting. The remainder of the ride was uneventful.

My first impression of New York from my window seat is mixed. I love all the colors and stylish clothes. The people are so different and unique. The stores are numerous.  But apparently no one picks up their trash (it was the middle of a trash strike).

After getting off the bus I could smell the obvious presense of trash but wonderful food too. We gathered our travel bags from under the bus compartment and headed inside to meet Grandmother. When she did not show up I made Jon wait in line with me to have her announced over the loud speakers but no one came. I figured she must just be late so we sat in the main terminal.

At about 7:00 pm we got hungry and I had enough to buy a pretzel which I split with my brother, the way mom taught us, I tear it in two, he gets first choice. I guess it was maternal instincts but I tore it unevenly so he'd get the bigger half. maybe something in me figuring we might be here awhile.

I watched as the sky darkened through the windows. Odd that they did not have stars in New York City? People were hurrying by at first until there were just a few. People came with mop buckets and asked if we could relocate once or twice.

"The terminal will close in 5 minutes," a voice announce. Jon and I looked at each other worried. I tried to conceal it for Jon's sake but I'm not very practiced at deception.

"Hey! I've been watching you two. Where's your ride?" The black man with the nice but wild clothes asked happily. I explained the whole situation to him; he just seemed like someone I could trust.

"Its ok, this is my hood, I own it. My name is Washington. If you want, I have a phone at my place about two blocks from here. You can call your grandma or parents from there if you like." I looked at him squarely...He semed genuinely excited to help us.

"Ok, Jon get your stuff." Washington helped me carry my things, such a gentleman.

We arrived at an old brick building, " This is your's?" I questioned.

"The whole neighborhood is mine." He replied.

I looked around, it was a little trashed and many of the windows had bars or wood planks over them. It was odd that there were ladies in their swim suits on the corner with high heels. Jon and I could scarcely contain our amusement.

Washington had to knock on his own door before they opened it. I guess that's just how they do it here. He ushered us inside. It was amazing! The room had cool lights built into the ceiling. There was one of those giant, really sharp TV's hanging on the wall and they were playing Jon's favorite game, Halo.

They all got up to greet us like we were royalty. They even invited Jon on the leather couch to play. I smiled to see how much fun Jon was having.

Washington directed me to a bedroom where he told me I could put my stuff and relax before I made my call. It was a beautiful single double bed with a black bedspread. I sat on it to test it out, kinda hard though.

Without warning a hand clamped over my mouth hard. Four guys rushed in the door quietly, then shut it behind them. I tried to scream for help, tried to warn my brother but I couldn't, the hand was clamped over my mouth securely, his other hand pinning my wrists over my head to the bed. The musclular guy cuffed my wrists to the brass bed head board. Two guys fastened my legs to the brass foot bar, then to either corner.  The man removed his hand and in that same second as I gathered breath to scream, stuffed a lil red ball with leather bands in my mouth, securing it around my head.

I struggled to break free...they stood back and watched...watched until I grew tired of squirming, until I realized there was no getting free. It irked me that they enjoyed my discomfort and in having taken my freemdom.

Finally, I gave up, my heart beating a thousand miles a minute in my chest, my chest heaving up and down from my exertions. A kerchef covered my nose. things blurred and I quickly lost conciousness.

I don't know how much time had passed when i awoke. The room was wall to wall guys...and one girl standing there watching me come to. I was still a lil groggy. One man ran his hand down the length of my body. It was then that I realized I was naked. My first thought was to cover up but I realized I was still bound to the bed. I realized the lil red ball was not in my mouth. I tried to scream but as soon as sound left my mouth, I was shocked by a collar around my throat and gagged on my scream. The men and lady laughed.

The man with the afro kept passing his hand from my cheek, down my barely budding breasts, across my flat stomach and barely evident pubic hair over my previously private area.

"Washington, Man this was like gift wrapped," he high-fived Washington. "Baby doll, you are gonna make some fine lovin tonight."

And then it started. All the guys got undressed. I have never seen a man undressed all the way before, well except for Jon when he was 5 or 6.

Washington took the honors. He knelt between my secured spread naked legs, "You is gonna be sweet honeychild. This is gonna hurt."

He lay on top of me and fumbled with his male thing. I...I tried so hard to keep my legs together...so hard. Washington had a hard time at first but then he slapped me...hard. And in that second of surprise and pain he thrust inside of me...I felt something tear...it hurt sooo bad.

He started to jump on me, rock, His man thing kept rubbing back and forth inside me...it hurt so bad. Each thrust rubbed across my raw insides. Tears of shame and pain rolled down my cheeks making the pillow wet. I felt so humiliated. I was glad that Jon and my parents weren't here to see me like this. Omg what... I felt my first blood trickling down my thighs, Washington groaned hard and I felt his warm fluids fill me.

Washington recovered a minute then dismounted me. A fat man with curly black hair took his turn, his man thing so fat I'm sure it tore my private place up. I tried to scream that it was too big but He wouldn't have cared even if the collar had stopped my protest. He was so heavy I could barely breath.

The third guy was so long that he kept painfully bumping the back of my private place. Guy after guy mounted me launching their cremey substance inside me, til I hurt so bad, like rope burn in a delicate place. I cried I couldn't bare the shame of what they were doing to me, what I was being made to do for them. If only they had left me alone.

After each of them had filled my private place til it was oozing their cum and wetting the bed, they switched my feet on the brass foot bar. A wedge shaped pillow was placed under my stomach. My bottom stuck straight up and my legs were still spread...yet another humiliation. I felt something thin and hard penetrate my ass then felt a jet of lubricant fill my ass. Then, one by one, they mounted the bed and drove their hard man things into my bare wet bottom. my bottom was on fire. I'm just a lil girl I tried to tell them to no avail.

The last one left me barely conscious when they had finished taking my bottom. Perhaps now they would leave me to die in shame. Washington got up and shifted the pillow to my chest so I could kneel.

"If you know what's good for you, you will suck this like a giant lollipop girl," Washington threatened.

He squeezed my jaw hard and knelt before me, shoving his hard man thing down my mouth. I gagged, almost too weary to resist.He pumped my mouth hard, I fought to breathe to keep from gagging. I felt him release his cum down my throat, felt it slide down my throat to my stomach.  Man after man ffilled my mouth, cummed across my face and in my hair.

Before they were done I had swallowed cups of their sticky, slimy creme, their cum flowing from my pussy, bottom and mouth, dripping off my nipples down my stomach, entangled in my hair....somewhere in the throes of their pleasure I lost consciousness.

When I woke up a single girl sat in my room. I was clean but felt sore all over, in some parts worse than others but clean. The girl sat up and said something out the door. The room filled with guys. Again they took my privates, my bottom and my mouth. Again I lost consciousness.

Again and again, each time I regained consciousness they fucked me mercilessly until I passed out from fatigue, sleep depravation and pain.

But one time was different. When I came to, they all piled in. The one with the afro wrapped a large rubberband around my upper arm...that was curious. He slapped the crease in my arm a few times to make it red then...I watched barely conscious through my weary eyes as he drove a needle in my vein.

At first everything was normal...but soon everything was whirling, colors were brighter and voices were altered. This time when they mercilessly fucked my private place...which they called my pussy, I couldn't help but let go...orgasms flowed non-stop...it was so pleasurable...too pleasurable. I felt so lost in orgasms. And so it went day after day each time pumping my arm with some drug. I lost track of time.

One day, they pumped my arm full of the drug. I didn't even resist anymore. But after a couple of minutes into the drug, Jon appeared. They clapped for him and hooted and hollered as he took his jeans down and peeled off his shirt. another tug and his virgin manhood was released to my view. "No Jon boy. No. I'm your sister...you can't, its incest!" I said in my head.

Jon climbed on the bed, "Hi sis. Today I become a man," more hoots and hollers, " Washington says that if I fuck you I will be a man and can be one of their gang! He makes thousands of dollars a day and has all the girls he wants!" The guys in the room laugh and encourage him on.

His hard cock is only slightler smaller than the huge ones I've been forced to endlessly entertain. Bound to the bed and drugged, my body chemically induced to intensify my orgasms, he easily mounts me and slides inside me ... I cry to myself, "Oh Jon not you too!"...In one short minute he cums, filling my traitorious body with his cum as I can no longer fight the onslaught of orgasm, cumming myself over his embedded cock inside me.

My life could not get any lower,,, raped, addicted, humiliated, forced into incest with my younger brother, ashamed that I ...I enjoy parts of it, almost afraid that I might someday get rescued and my parents find out.

Things changed though.The next day he had me released from the bed. I rubbed my wrists.

"Stand up!" he commanded quietly. I complied.

"Kneel," I did.

"Suck my cock," He voice was firm but gentle. I undid his pants and took his hard cock in my mouth. His hands on his hips. I was afraid it was some kind of test and worked his cock hard only occassionally gagging. In no time I could feel his cock begin to pulse, a moan followed by a fountain of cum. I sucked it down greedily. He smiled.

"Lay on the bed and spready your legs for me." I quickly got off my knees and crawled onto the bed, turned my naked body and lay down, spreading my legs for him. I did not want to lose this small token of freedom. He lay across me and "fucked" my pussy hard. I could feel his second cum fill my lil pussy.

"Get on your knees cunt!" I think that is my nickname he has given me...they all call me that. I take no time to comply...rolling onto my stomach, lowering my head and breasts to the bed while raising my bottom and spreading my knees wide as I'd been forced to so many times. He didn't enter me though.

"You're ready," he put a rolled up wash cloth at my bed and left the room after zipping up his pants.

I opened up the rolled up wash cloth...a rubber band and a hypoderemic needle, already prepared. I hesitate... I know its wrong. But I'd been conditioned, become dependant against my will. It only takes a few seconds before I sucuumb to my dependancy and wrap the rubber band around my upper arm using my teeth to help hold it. I tilt the needle up and let a drop ooze out just like they did before shakily injecting it in my arm. I feel the rush of relief from the onset of withdrawal. I need sex with this feeling...but I'm all alone. I...I reach down and do what is unimaginable to me...spread my  pussy lips with two fingers and touch my clit with two othersin my man cum filled pussy...moan. Before long I manage to surrender to my first self-induced orgasm...the drugs intensify the orgasm...I cry at what have I become...moan.

Washington returns to find me sleeping on the floor, my finger still in my pussy.

"Wake up cunt angel," He wakes me.

I don't hear all of what he said. I'm afraid I may have missed something imortant and that he will be angry and not give me anymore drugs. So I get on my knees and start to release his cock to suck it.

"No, no cunt. We are doing something different today. Stand up!" I comply immediately though a little shakey on my feet.

"Go bathe. We are going out for the evening." I was shocked but I wasn't going to argue.

I found the bath water already drawn, between hot and warm...perfect. I stepped into the tub and slowly slipped into the warmth. Rubbing skin clean in the relaxing bath, I marveled at how much I took a simple bath for granted before. I even found the means to do shave my legs and arms. Washington stepped in...my first reaction was to cover up...but I relaxed...I wanted him to see, I needed him to see.

"I want all your hair off your new fine pussy too cunt baby," he said it gently but it was more of a command than a request.

I liked that he called my pussy fine...I was curious about my own reaction, like a dog getting a pat on the head and I needed more. I was a bit clumsey but I managed to position myself so that my pussy was above water and carefully shaved the fine cornsilk hair from my pussy, leaving it squeaky smooth.

After doing my hair, I stood to find a soft thirsty towel I dried everywhere quickly. All the things I needed...wanted were here for me...me. I blow dried my hair, curled it slightly, did my lashes and plucked my brows. I cleansed my pores. A lil eye liner. A lil lipstick. In no time I felt alive and reborn. A beautiful black dress hung in plastic on a plush hanger. I looked around - no panties, no bra, just the dress...oh and heels.

I removed the dress from the plastic...it was a size smaller than I normally wear, but it fit perfect. I must have lost some weight. It was backless with a slit down either side, a short hemline, upper thigh length. The front had a low neckline and displayed most of my upper breasts. The center of the front was an open heart shape between my breasts with a plunging slit down to just below my naval. It was quite elegant in a slutty kinda way.

I put on the stilletto heels and turned a few times in front of the mirror. I really liked it. I somehow didn't feel worthless when dressed like this. I heard clapping. It was Washington. I blushed, came into the bedroom and turned for him a few times.

"I like, I like," he pulled me to his lap, "Who's your sugar daddy?" His hand crept under my dress. I felt obligated to part my legs slightly. Washington caressed my bare pussy. I cooed, "You are"

"Soft and clean as a baby's bottom," he commented on my clean shaven pussy. I couldn't help cumming. He seemed pleased.

"Go clean up and come right back. You have two minutes." Like a lil puppy eager to please I ran in the bathroom and cleaned up my pussy inside and out, racing back to Washington.

He escorted me to the living room where, apparently they had all been watching me bathe and cum from hidden cameras in the bathroom and bedroom. I blushed.

"You are hot sis!" Jon exclaimed. I blew him a kiss. Why fight it I wondered...like as if I hadn't surrendered to them all, even my younger brother. I had afterall.

Washington walked me to a limo waiting outside this rundown abandoned project. In the limo he plied me with champagn, which I had never had. It tickled my nose.

In less than 15 minutes we disembarked in front of another rundown brick building. I felt a lil tipsy when I exited the limo. A line of  people formed to the right of the entrance with a bouncer admitting or denying people. Washington walked to the front of the line and the bouncer let us in with the greatest of courtesies.

"This is JoJo, if you ever have a problem, see him." I went to shake his hand but he clutched it from underneath and brought it to his lips.

"Any friend of Washington's is a friend of mine, pretty lady."

I smiled genuinely...he was the real deal.,,the first guy I'd met that didn't call me by my nickname "Cunt"

Once inside the music blared so loud it took over, I could feel my heart adapt to the beat. The large dark room was filled with people, dancing, talking, drinking, making out. Only random colored spotlights, mirrored ball reflections and floor lights occassionally let you see enough to walk. Washington held my hand and led me through the sea of people to another bouncer, who stood aside and let us pass up a grand staircase.

At the top two men sat sipping alcohol on a black leather couch overlooking the party below. They are wearing sharp Armani suits over obviously build bodies. A cute waitress offeres both the gentlemen a refill.

"Well gentlemen, let's get down to business, shall we?" Washington sat on the adjoining couch.I just stood there looking pleasant - I didn't know what else to do or what was expected of me. The man who appeared to be the main negotiator hesitated, shot a glance at me and cleared his throat.

"Oh how rude of me?" Washington snapped his fingers and a beautiful naked blonde girl, in nothing but dangly earrings and high heels, appeares and kneels at the darker gentleman's feet. He nods toward his associate. She quickly slides over to the white man, undoes his zipper and pulls out his long hard white cock and begins to bob up and down on it in her mouth.

The darker man looks at Washington and nods toward me questioningly.Washington looks up at me and nods toward his business client.

I hesitate but understand...its just that...its so ..public. I kneel obviously shaken and start to unzip his pants when Washington whispers in my ear. Still kneeling, I take the straps from around my shoulder and peel down the top of my lil black dress. All the while the man is staring and smiling. "MMM MMM those look tasty," he reaches out and gropes my breasts. I tug my dress down my waist, over my hips to my knees.

"no...stay just like that I like the dress wrapped around your knees. He takes out his huge hard black cock and guides my mouth to it. I comply and begin to suck.

To my amazement Washington starts negotiating with the two men while we suck their cocks. The two men negotiate back as though none of this were taking place. I watch the girl beside me to get pointers on how to suck, she is phenomenal.

They talk about territory, marketing and promotionals for various drugs. The guy I'm sucking shakes hands with Washington. He leans back and presses my head into his lap, forcing his cock further down my throat. He rocks in and out of my mouth fucking my mouth as he would my pussy. In no time he moans hard, cums hard, flooding my mouth with his hot cum. I swallow as best I can with his cock down my throat to keep from choking. His business associate cums a second later.

He tells me to clean him up really good. I suck and lick his cock and balls as clean as I can. He pats me on the head and tells me that I have real skill. Standing, zipping his pants, he wishes all a good night and walks away with his associate.

"You hesitated!" He yells public degrading me... then softer, " but it worked for you." I want you to always do that with my clients. "It gave you an innocent edge...like a virgin."

For the next few years I worked 12 hours a day at his club, pleasuring his clients, making his sales easy ones. One night Washington loans me for a night to clench a deal.

I was not allowed to readorn myself with my lil black dress after entertaining his proxy, but was immediately ushered, with nothing more than earrings and stillettoes, out a back door to a waiting limo. It was snowing then, much like it is now.  It felt odd stepping outside in public naked in the quiet of falling snow. I ducked my head and entered the limo alone. The door shut behind me. I sat feeling the corinthian leather against my ass...hmmm the seats are warmed.

The ride through town is ... here I am naked, I can see everyone who passes by through the glass windows. I feel like a fish in a fish bowl. I know that they cannot see me through the darkened glass but I can't help thinking that they can.

When the limo stops and the door opens I stand 50 feet in front of a huge glass home overlooking the city from aslightly elevated height from across the water. Constantly aware that I am unclothed I begin the walk to the home. My chandalier earrings casting sun dog rainbows on the cement drive. The door is locked. I knock...I ring the door bell. The chauffer stands beside his...ummm her limo with the door closed.

I walk around to the side to see if there is another door - none. There is a gate to the side...I venture through. A beautiful blue lit swimming pool overlooking the water looks so inviting. Whisps of steam rise from the gem like waters. I realize that it is still cold, still snowing and I am still naked. I slip out of my stillettos and step into the water....it feels so good...another step up to mid calf...knees...mid-thigh...the water barely lapping at my pussy. I lower my body and push off from the stair gliding just under the water.

I imagine the man I have been loaned to is watching from the shadows of the dark glass home, admiring the feminine form gliding through the glowing blue waters. Biding his time, building suspense. That he is mysterious, makes him somehow desirable to me.

When next I raise my head above water I see a light come on in a room of the glass house. I swim to that side of the pool and raise my wet naked body up and out of the pool. I test the door into the room...it is open. I enter.

Inside is a bedroom, an amazing bedroom. No sooner do I step in, the walls become a tropical jungle...every wall, the ceiling, even the floor are EHD-TVs... The only anomally is the bed in this jungle like room. A second later I'm on the edge of a antarctic mountain range cliff. Even the temperature drops and vents blow against my bare skin giving the illusion of glacial winds.

The third and last room change becomes a park with kids playing on the playground, parents pass by pushing strollers, a random game of football to my left. The room warms considerably. It feels odd, the pictures so sharp I almost feel embaressed being naked in front of them.

A young man enters from the glass wall side facing the pool, he is tall, extremely muscular and except for a three inch scar across his chin to cheek, he is a very beautiful man. He is wearing a black pinstrip suit and dark sunglasses. I turn to face him in a somewhat bashful stance, my legs slightly crossed my wetish hair draped over my breasts. I lower my head in obedience to an alpha male.

He walks up to me and paces slowly around me. a leather gloved hand to my jaw gently raises my face to meet his sunglass covered eyes. He tilts my head from side to side and moves my hair from falling in front to behind my back. He removes his gloves and sets them carefully on the bed. He reaches for my young breasts and cups them to feel their weight, firmness. Those gentle hands travel down my sides measuring my chest, waist and hips in his minds eye. I offer no resistance.

Bare fingers trace every vertabrae of my back, test the level of my shoulders, trace the line of my shoulder blades. Hands spread wide grasp the firm fullness of my ass, spread my ass cheeks ...I could die from embaressment, even after all I've been through no one has ever scrutinized my body so intently. A single hand presses against my inner thigh and I understand to spread my legs a lil further. His hands travel down the length of my legs taking in every contour. Two hands at my waist turn me. He is kneeling, my pussy at eye level, legs spread slightly. Gentle hands run over my bare mons. Carefully my pussy lips are spread my clit exposed. He stares at it for a full minute before touching it. I shiver from the intensity of his soft touch, nearly cumming.

He stands, only inches from me. Slowly, he removes his suit coat...his vest. Each button is painfully slowly unbuttoned until he draws it off his chest. I gasp audibly, his chest and abs are sharply defined. His flexed arms are nearly the width of my waist. Shoes and socks, a belt, a zipper, pants come off one leg at a time. The bulge beneath those male bikini briefs, I can't help but steal glances, he chuckleses. I feel so...so drawn...instinctually I need what he has. The briefs slide down his highs and off his body. I feel weak in my knees, entranced by its call to me. Its girth is like the width of my wrist and its head like my fist.He's so young, lower twenties, maybe even a teen....but to be so built he must work out and be on steroids.

He picks me up off the ground, I wrap my legs around his waist...for effect he backs me up to a virtual tree against the wall and places his hard cock head against my pussy.  He smiles...thrusts...I scream. Its too big, like being fisted. I error in thinking he cares. In fact he seems to enjoy my pain, thrusting again and again, each time he thrusts, I scream and he chuckles.

He moans and I hurt from the strong stream of hot cum that fills my pussy. It leaks down my leg.

He dismounts me and drops me to the floor. Grabbing a hunk of my hair, he pulls me to all fours and crams his cannon down my throat. I gag, I cannot breath. He begins to thrust, I flounder like a rag doll impaled on a flagpole. I pass out.

Things are blurry...where am I? I hurt all over. My pussy is raw, my breasts bruised badly, my lip split with a raw throat and my ass still feels like there is a log in it. I remember waking up on and off to horrendous pain and abuse, only to pass out again. He must have used me long after I passed out each time.  I raise myself on my hands...I'm in an alley, dumped with trash bags.

I manage to stand, naked, make my way to the valley entrance.I recognize this place...Like some zombie I lurch toward the line of night partiers hoping to gain entry. The partiers gasp at the sight of a beaten naked teen girl limping toward them. The bouncer turns to see what the crowd is looking at.

He catches me as I fall. Assessing my needs, he jerks the coat off a nearby man who starts to protext but is warned off by the bouncer's snarl. He calls for backup and someone arrives to run the line.

"Hi ...Pamela, right? Your in safe hands now. My name is Carl..the bouncer you first met."

Carl takes me through the back door of the building to a cot. He grabs a little first aid kit from the wall.

"Oh man, we're gonna need more than this. JERRY!"

Jerry walks in, sees me, "OMG what did you do Carl!"

"Shut up Jerry. I didn't do this. Get the first aid kits from the hall and the kitchen. Bring them back here then go get Mr. Washington."

Jerry nods and leaves quickly.

Carl peels back the coat he wrapped around me. Already the dried blood sticks to the coat. patiently, lovingly he wipes away the blood to discover where I am bleeding. A bad cut to my lip, another two cuts and tooth marks on my left breast, what looks like a cigar burn on my right breast, the skin on my inner-thighs are rubbed bloody and bleeding internally from my bottom.Brusies cover my body, I could impersonate a leopard. Carl applies a skin glue like substance and butterfly to my lips and sticks a cotton swap between my lips. I feel his fingers apply a soothing cream to my breasts

His hands slathered in the soothing creme lightly, carefully applied between my legs. I watch him work on me...he is strong and silent, caring for me tenderly...I could love a man like this. Once again i pass out.

I am told that Washington was furious and sent kept ranting "I want him dead! I want him dead!". Washington wanted me moved but Carl wouldn't let anyone near me and was very insistent. In the end Washington agreed until I was better.

Soon a complication ravaged my body, withdrawal. My body demanding the drugs that I had been made to be dependant on. Cramps clutching my injured body, my stomach purging itself. I remember crying and begging for drugs. Carl held me during my entire ordeal until one morning, exhausted, my body calmed and I feel asleep.

I felt so helpless. Carl cooked for me and feed me spoon by spoon until I was full. he would hold the cup and straw while I drank. Once every day he gave me a sponge bath, going more gentle when i groaned in pain. I always expected him to take advantage of me, a stray touch, a gratuitous feel...after all he deserved it...but he didn't. I could see him struggle with himself but he was always the gentleman. I felt so embaressed when he had to clean up my messes.

Only once did he dissappear for half a day, said he had business to take care of. At the end of the second week I felt much better. Carl's attention and care had magic and I felt much better. When Carl next gave me a sponge bath, I stopped his hand as he cleansed my pussy. He didn't jerk his hand away...I could see him struggling inside.

"Please." It was a simple sincere request.

He stared at me for a long moment...He swallowed hard. My hand pressed with urgency. Carl abandoned his sponge and slowly rubbed my mostly healed pussy. I moaned. I hadn't cum in over two weeks and being this...this vulnerable to a man of his character was more than I could bear.

I stopped his hand..."Please." I asked again. He knew what I meant. Again I could see him struggle within.

"Please...I...I need you." He nodded.

He stood and removed his t-shirt over his head. Of course... a true gentleman and amazingly built. He unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his pants and briefs. Carefully, he laid across my body. Did it hurt? Yes. But it was luxurious too and so welcome.

I parted my legs as best I could in his small cot. He slowly guided his cock to my wet wanting pussy. A slow thrust buried the head of his cock in my pussy. "You ok?" I nodded yes even though I was in some pain.

He slowly thrust again and drove his cock in the remainder of my pussy. I moaned as his shaft rubs against my clit.

Slowly at first then more confident that he wasn't hurting me, Carl let himself do what he'd disciplined himself from taking by force or justification.

I arched my back, pressing my tender breasts against his hard chest. I could feel it building. Soon I would not be able to restrain my orgasm.

His warm hard cock thrusting, back thrusting in my warm wet pussy. I ...omg I orgasmed like I never had before the rush of climax rippled though my body. My cum flooding over his hard cock. I feel him cum inside me inseminating me with his seed. I..I felt for the first time in my life - made love to.

Shortly after, I was called up to Washington. I dressed for the first time in three weeks. My heart beat as I climbed the back steps to his den above the night club party. A few glances and he determined that my slight lip scar made me unacceptable for my former duties.  I was escorted out to a limo by one of his thugs.

The thug threw some clothes at me and demanded the black dress I was wearing. I tentatively undress and don the slutty outfit which I was given.

When the limo stops, we stand in front of a run down brick building. Entering the building we climb old wooden stairs. The whole place smells of urine. He opens the door to a small badly furnitured effeciency room. A microwave, cabinets and sink on one side, a closet and bathroom door on the other side, a fair if unglamourous brass bed in the middle. Mirrors adorned the ceiling and walls.

The thug tosses me the keys and nods, indicating that I should leave with him. He leads me outside to the corner. He demands my coat.

"From now on you work this corner. You charge $20 for a quick blow job, $30 for a quick fuck and $40 for a quick ass dance. You understand?"

I nod meekly that I do.

"And if someone wants an hour or more, its $100 per hour, you understand?" Again I nod.

"Mr. Washington expects everything you make but no less than $500 a day. Do you understand?" I again nod, resigned to my fall from grace.

"So flaunt it girl. Make em want you 'cause if you don't make quota I gotta take it out on you, dig?" I tearfuly nod.

His last words..."Mr. Washington will be watching so don't do anything stupid."

Over the next seven months I live a nightmare. Abusers, frat boys, wayward husbands, unfaithful boyfriends, slobs and drunks have their way with my body. I must bath/shower 26 times a day, but always fast so that I can get back out on the street. When I didn't meet my quota, the food was wanting, occassionally I got beat up.

So, here I am now, seeking the illusion of warmth in an enclosed telephone booth, unable to tell my mom that I lover her and to come get me, too ashamed to admit what I am, to afraid to betray Washingron.

*Knock* *knock* My blood runs cold. Its 'Thug'. He opens the phone booth door and grabs my arm.

"You are suppose to be on your corner or up in your room entertaining, Ho! Mr. Washington isn't going to like this. Sorry, I gotta hurt you."

Suddenly, 'Thug' crumples. I look up! Carl?!

He pulls me into his strong arms "I couldn't let him hurt you. I didn't know where you'd gone," He started to apologize.

Someone once said that a kiss is what happens when words become superfluous. "Shut up," I said grinning, "Just kiss me!"





Dear Mom and Dad,

  I am so sorry we ranaway. I know how much you love us and how afraid you must have been for us. Times were hard; I won't go into detail.
Jon became very successful. He had a fine home and looked sharp in a pinstripe suit.You would not believe how amazingly strong he became. I had a brief encounter with him just before he was murdered.

  I am married to a wonderful man, we are very happy together. I am pregnant and expecting in December. Jon left his fortune to me in his will and we bought a horse farm. This year alone we have had three foals.

I will write again soon. I hope you can come visit us for the birth; Carl says I should not travel right now.

I love and miss you.

- Your lil girl, Pamela