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Family Girl Copyright (c) 2011 by Cody Disclaimer: this story contains subjects that are not suitable for all audiences, such as underage sex, homosexuality, references to incest, and drug use. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, please look elsewhere for entertainment. Preface to Part 13: This part was very difficult to write, and contains scenes of violent behavior. However, the events that transpire here are completely necessary for the plotline, and the end of the story I envisioned some weeks ago. I apologize if this part is offensive to the readers of Joanne's little saga. *** *** *** Part 13 I spent the next three days in jail. I spent most of that time lying in my bunk in my cell, crying or sleeping, and wondering why Daddy hadn't come to get me out. The rest of the time I was either eating or looking at television, not really watching or caring what was on but glad to be around other people. I was careful to always shower alone so none of the other girls would find out that I was different. Every night while trying to sleep I would take the money I'd secreted away out of my bra cup and stare at it in the dark. I would think about how I'd earned it and how doing that had landed me in jail. I didn't feel that it was fair, or right, for the cops to put me here just for having fun, and doing what came naturally to me. No-one had forced me to do it, no-one had forced the men to be with me; I just couldn't understand what was wrong with it. On that following Monday me and some of the other girls were handcuffed and taken to a courtroom to see a judge. I was in a row of benches until my name was called, and a tall, overweight man in a different sort of uniform than the cops led me in front of the judge. The judge was an older man, with lots of wrinkles on his face and a full head of white hair. He sat on his judge's bench in black robes. When I walked up to stand at the side of a table in front of him he looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes and I felt like I'd been skewered on a spit. I started trembling until he looked to my left. "Next case, your honor," I heard a woman's voice say. "Joanne Peterson, aged fourteen, evidently a run-away from Longview." I turned my head to see a young brunette woman in a nice-looking grey skirt, a shiny white silk blouse, and short-heeled pumps. She wore no make-up or jewelry, but was still pretty. "Officers picked her up at the Taylor house raid Saturday evening. We believe she was prostituting herself there." "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady," the judge said in a deep, gravelly voice. My throat was so tight I couldn't speak at first. "Well?" "I'm not a run-away," I said. I knew if I tried to deny what the woman said about me being a whore the judge would be able to tell immediately. "What were you doing in that house?" he asked. "Didn't you know what sort of place that was?" He looked at some papers on his desk. "Answer me, miss." "I'm sorry, sir," I said. "Me and a friend went there to have some fun. I really didn't know what else was happening there." He looked at me and smiled. "Is Ms, Johnson, correct, Joanne? Were you prostituting yourself?" He looked me in the eyes again and I blushed. I didn't know how to answer him. If I lied he would be able to tell; if I told the truth I'd just be in more trouble. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. It's your right to remain silent. But if you don't answer me honestly we'll charge you with prostitution anyway." "We're ready to do that now, your honor," Ms. Johnson said. "No, please don't do that!" I cried out. "I'm so sorry. I just want to go home!" I started crying and covered my face with my cuffed hands. "Calm down, honey," Ms. Johnson said. "Just tell us the truth. It'll help our case against Jake Taylor, and in return I think Judge Larson and I could agree to a lesser charge against you and a suspended sentence." I cried for another minute before her words finally sunk in. I didn't understand everything she said, but what I did understand was that I had a chance to get out of trouble. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and looked at her, and then at the judge. "Yes, sir, I was whoring." I sniffled and felt another tear drip down my face. "Did anyone make you do that, Joanne?" Ms. Johnson asked. "No, ma'am," I answered. "I did it on my own." I looked at her and tried to smile. "I see," she said. She stared at my face for a minute. "You're not trying to protect anyone are you?" She looked up at the judge. "There was another girl arrested with her, your honor, but her mother bailed her out Saturday night." She shuffled through some papers on the table. "A Mandy Wilson, also aged fourteen, released into her mother's custody; a Rosalyn Wilson, also of Longview." The judge looked uncomfortable all of sudden. He looked down at his desk and cleared his throat. He looked back down at me and smiled. "Do you know them, Joanne?" I returned his smile. "Yes, sir, they're my best friends in the whole world!" I gushed. "Mandy and I are like sisters." I missed her more than ever at that moment. I needed to feel her arms around me, and her kisses, and the taste of her pussy. I started to hurt again, and I felt even more depressed. I felt my throat choke up again, and my chest started to ache in my loneliness. "I understand, honey," he said in as friendly a voice as he could. He looked at Ms. Johnson. "I don't think we need to take this case any further. I'd like you to drop the charges against Miss Peterson, please." "Your honor?" she asked. "She was caught literally in the act with a man in that house. She's already admitted to prostitution. How can we just let her go?" "Ms. Johnson, I hear what you're saying, but I believe this girl just needs to go home and put all this behind her. I don't think we'll see her back here. Will we, Joanne?" I shook my head no. "No, sir. I just want to go home, please." My voice betrayed my pain and I started to tremble again. "Good girl," he said. "Ms. Johnson?" "Very well, your honor, but I do this under protest." She sounded miffed. I didn't understand why she wanted to punish me, but I didn't care. The judge wanted her to let me go, and for that I was grateful. "So noted," he said. "Bailiff?" The tall fat man came over and led me by the arm back to my seat at in the benches. "Next case!" the judge said. The bailiff took one of the other girls and I sat down. The girl sitting next to me elbowed me in the ribs and laughed. "Lucky cunt!" she said. I didn't feel lucky at all. I felt like my whole world, my entire life, was ruined and there was no way out of that nightmare. *** *** *** After I got back to the jail they took me to see two social workers. They kept asking me questions about me, my life, what got me into trouble, and other such stupid stuff. And they kept repeating the same question: was there anything I wanted to tell them. I stayed quiet and didn't answer. The way they talked it was like I was going to be in jail a long time, but I thought that I'd be getting out. But by that time I found it hard to care one way or another. I felt so alone, and abandoned, and I just wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole, close my eyes and never wake up again. Finally, on Tuesday morning, the cops came and took me out of the cells area and back to the front part of the jail where I'd been fingerprinted and photographed. They told me that the charges had been dropped and I was going to be released into my father's custody. They gave me the large plastic bag with my clothes and other things. They led me to a little room to change. My pink miniskirt and cropped tank-top were wrinkled but I didn't care. I was so relieved to be getting out of jail. I stuffed my money back into my purse and it felt good to have it out of my bra cup. I fixed my face up with a little mascara and lipstick, and brushed out my hair. I put my fairy girl piercing back in, though it hurt because the hole had started to close. I was nervous about Daddy seeing me dressed like I was for the first time. I hoped he would like me that way. I blew myself a kiss in the mirror and tried to smile. After signing a form they had me wait a few minutes in a chair by one of their desks. When they finally took me out to the public area of the jail I saw Daddy waiting for me. His eyes got wide and I smiled at him. He didn't smile back. "Hi, Daddy," I said a little uncertainly. He kept looking me up and down. His eyes focused on my belly button. I fingered the piercing and kept smiling at him. I wanted to rush into his arms and kiss him and hug him, but the look he gave me wasn't welcoming. "Don't 'hi' me," he said. His voice was angry and his eyes narrowed as he looked at my face and he scowled at me. "Come on!" He walked to the door and stepped out without looking to see if I had followed him. I put on my coat and hurried after him as best I could in my five inch stiletto heels. Even in that situation I felt my bottom swishing from side to side under my skirt. Walking sexily had almost become automatic when I was dressed like I was. When we got to his car I started to open the front passenger door, but he stopped me. "You ride in the back, you slut!" His tone of voice scared me and he'd never called me that kind of name before. But I did as I was told. I sat in the middle of the bench seat so I could see his reflection in the rear-view mirror. He got in, started the car and drove out of the parking lot. We were silent until he pulled onto the freeway. I couldn't stand the silence anymore. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said to him. He didn't reply. "Where's Mom?" I asked after another minute. "She's in the hospital, thanks to you!" He slammed a hand against the dashboard, and I was grateful I was in the back seat where he couldn't hit me instead. "What in the hell is up with you?" he asked. I started to answer but he cut me off. "What got into that empty idiot head of yours to go and pull a stunt like this?" "What's wrong with Mommy?" I asked. I knew he was blaming me for whatever it was. "Where she got them, I don't know, but she took a bunch of pills trying to kill herself. That's what's wrong, you stupid bitch! Because of you!" He looked into my eyes in the mirror and I could tell he was very angry. I started feeling dizzy and sick to my tummy. I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "They got her stomach pumped in time, thank god, but she's locked up in the psych ward. They won't even let me see her, you fucking shit!" "Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen!" I started crying, out of fear, of guilt, and a sudden aching emptiness. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. "First you get arrested for being a whore? Then they tell me they found traces of three different kinds of drugs in your system? What in the fuck did you do this for? Did somebody make you?" "No, Daddy!" I cried out. "I became like I am for you! I knew I was supposed to be with you, so you won't leave us. I just wanted you to love me. I wanted to make myself ready for you. I thought you would like me better like this." It all came out in a rush of words through my sobs, all my wants and desires for him erupting to the surface. "Are you fucking crazy?!" he shouted. "You stupid cunt! I wanted you, yeah, when you were a sweet, innocent little sissy girl. That's what I wanted, and I'll probably go to hell for it. But now? Not a fucking chance, you dirty, stinking whore and there's no way in hell I'd ever touch you now! The very idea makes my skin crawl." I just couldn't believe what he'd said. I was so shocked and surprised I stopped crying. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest and the world suddenly grew quiet except for the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My throat tightened and my tummy started to churn and ache. I felt like I would either explode or collapse into a pile of ash. Everything I'd done was all for nothing. The one man in the entire world that I'd wanted to love me had just told me that I disgusted him. And there was no going back. I could never again be what he wanted. I could never be that innocent girl he'd lusted for; she was gone and I was there: a 'dirty whore' as he'd named me. My entire reason for living just vanished in an instant. I was overwhelmed with hurt, with loss, and it all came crashing down. I started to cry again, only even worse than before, as the hopelessness washed over me. I had failed my family and there was nothing I could do about it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I kept repeating that until I couldn't speak anymore. I laid down on the seat and curled up in a ball and cried. "You're not half as sorry as you're going to be, cunt!" I heard him say. I cried myself into a stupor and just laid there while he called me every dirty name I'd ever heard. After a while I just stared into space. I was completely numb by then. I no longer cared what was going to happen. By the time we pulled off the freeway I'd sat up in the seat and slid to the passenger side so I couldn't see his face in the mirror. I stared at the buildings around us as we drove through town to the house. It had started to rain again, and the dreary, depressing weather was a perfect fit to my feelings of utter despair. I was still like that when we pulled into the driveway at home. Daddy got out and when he saw I hadn't moved he banged on the driver's side window until I looked at him. When he saw me move he went quickly inside. I slowly got out and walked into the house. It was empty inside, and I briefly wondered where Rita and Darryl had gone. Daddy was in my room when I went in there. He pulled a small suitcase out of my closet and dropped it on my bed. "Pack what you want and get the fuck out!" he said. He looked me up and down. "God, what a slut!" He spat in my face. I didn't bother wiping it off; I felt that I deserved it. "Get out?" I asked quietly. "Where am I supposed to go?" "I really don't give a shit, but I won't have a damned whore living in my house. Now get packing. You've got ten minutes." He walked out and left me there. I was still reeling from what he'd said to me in the car, and now he was kicking me out of the house. In a daze I quickly packed what few sexy clothes I had there, as well as all my underwear and a couple pairs of shoes. I took all my stuff out of my little purse and put it in a large carryall bag. I put the purse in the suitcase, and then scooped up my jewelry and makeup into the carryall. I looked around the room and wondered if I would ever see it again, or my brother, sister and mother. I was about to start crying again when I heard Daddy behind me. "Get a move on, you shit! I'm sure you've got some whoring to do somewhere." I turned and looked at him. I didn't understand why he was acting the way he was. "Why are you being so mean?" I asked him. "Shit! I told you why," he replied angrily. "And if you won't want your mother, sister or brother joining you, I better not see you around here again!' A sudden urge to slap him came over me. I was what I was because of him, but he had not only rejected me but was kicking me out of my home. I was sure it was against the law, or something, but I didn't know what else to do. I looked at him for a second, and returned his glare. I felt so angry, then, and I promised myself that one day I would find a way to hurt him like he was hurting me. But right then I did as he'd ordered. I got an umbrella and a long rain-coat from the closet, put the coat on, the carryall over my shoulder, picked up the suitcase, and walked out. I was barely out of the front door when he slammed it closed behind me and locked it. I put up the umbrella and started walking. There was only one place I could think to go. I was cold and my feet were wet by the time I got to Mandy's house. But there was no answer when I knocked on the door and rang the bell. I waited for a bit and tried again. I stood under the awning over the door to stay out of the rain and waited for a while, but they didn't come home. I started to shiver in the cold and figured I had to get out of the weather and warm up somewhere. I felt completely lost and alone by that time. I knew I would need money so I walked to my bank's branch downtown. I withdrew a thousand dollars, which left me just over three thousand. The teller wanted to know why I needed so much cash, so I lied and told her I needed to buy an airline ticket. She told me to be careful and I promised her that I would, though I didn't much care. I thought about finding a motel room for the night, and then try to see Mom at the hospital in the morning. But my entire world was shattered: I had no home, my mother was locked up for trying to kill herself because of me, my brother and sister were who-knows-where, and my two closest friends were gone. I missed them all so much but Daddy's words were echoing loudly in my head. I was just a whore, and I didn't deserve love or friendship. I just wandered until I found myself in front of the bus station. I had a sudden desire to leave town and go back to Portland. I knew I could find a way to earn a living there, and I would forget everything that had happened. I wiped the tears from my cheek, went inside and bought a one-way ticket. *** *** *** By the time I got to Portland my feelings of worthlessness were overwhelming. All I could think to do was to get back to work. I walked to that motel on east Burnside where some tricks had taken Mandy and me and got myself a room and paid a week in advance. The asshole clerk old me not to bring any tricks to my room. Even he could tell what I was at first glance. After all the times me and Mandy had worked the streets I knew just where to go. The weather was still lousy but I wanted some cock. I wasn't alone and recognized a few faces. I knew that if I wanted to do more than a blow job I'd have to go where other girls like me worked. I asked one of the girls where I should go and she told me. I found myself working with two other girls like me: a cute bleach-blonde named Ashley and a really sexy black girl named Tina with huge breasts. Between tricks we would talk. They both understood my situation; they'd both been kicked out of their homes, too, for being femmy and queer. Ashley was very delicate and feminine, but she had a filthy mouth and cussed more than anyone I'd known. Tina was more soft-spoken and she totally loved being a tranny whore. She had no plans to have a vagina; she loved her cock, and when she let me peek at it I could see why: it was long, but slender, and it still worked, as she showed me one time when I sucked her off just for fun. I showed them my clitty and they giggled. I laughed along with them, but they gasped when they saw I had no testicles. Tina also loved her boobs. I did, too, and told her so. She told me about the doctor that had made them so big, and said he would give me some, too, but it would cost around twenty-five hundred dollars. She said she was still paying off her pimp for them but didn't mind very much because she loved them so much. She gave me the doctor's name and number. I had enough left in my account and decided I would go see him as soon as I could. Of course, I was smart enough not to let Tina or Ashley know I had that much money. That first night being completely alone was very scary. I didn't sleep very much, even though I was very tired, but my last trick had helped me feel a little better. He'd wanted a blow job and a fuck, with me sitting on his lap in the back seat of his car, and I had a cummy with him. I still missed feeling a man's cum shooting into me, but those first few days I was still worried about catching some disease. By the end of my second day I started to let myself think again, and to feel, and the one overwhelming feeling I had was anger. I let myself feel something almost like hatred for another person for the first time. I began to hate the man that used to be my daddy for what he'd done, for what he'd once wanted from me, and for what he could do to my family, and that hate spurred me on to new depths of depravity. But I also missed Mom, and Rita and Darryl, and Mandy and Rosalyn, terribly. Yet even as much as my former daddy's words had hurt me I started to believe them. The good feelings I'd shared with Mandy about being a whore faded under the crushing condemnation from that man I used to think of with love and desire. At times, lying alone in my room, the anger and hurt would fill me so much I started to take it out on the pillows and mattress. I would punch and kick them, and scream into my pillow under my head, until I grew too tired to move, and then I would slowly drift off to sleep. My daily schedule slowly shifted around until I slept in until noon or so, and was up until three or four in the morning working. I also felt bad because I had run out of my hormone pills, and the hot and cold flashes, and mood swings, really bothered me. Thankfully, Tina hooked me up with her doctor, and all he wanted was a free blow job or a fuck to write me a prescription. I was only too happy to give him what he wanted. The first chance I had I went shopping. I searched every store in my favorite Lloyd Center, and put together the sluttiest day and nightwear I could. But I also bought a couple of skirted outfits that were sexy but tasteful. A girl could never be too sure of what sort of outfit she would need for a situation. On Thursday Tina, Ashley and I got a big laugh over the teeny-bopper girls dressed like sluts on Halloween. A group of them came to our corner and we laughed at them and told them to get lost. We saw lots of people that night dressed in various costumes, but those girls were ridiculous. As skimpily as they dressed they still looked like silly little girls playing make-believe. They had no idea what they were trying to do, and even if they'd managed to pull a trick I'd've been pissed off, just like the regular girls were at me and Mandy for straying into their turf. Tina even flashed her clitty at them, and they acted shocked and horrified, and ran off. We had a good laugh over that. My favorite trick of the night was a man dressed like a woman, in a black miniskirt, t-shirt, with poorly applied makeup and a hair-style out of the 1950s. He looked silly, but I admired his courage to be driving around in such a costume, and I charged him less than usual for a suck and fuck. *** *** *** Things were going fine by the weekend. I met a couple part-timers that Friday night. I understood then why the regular girls didn't like the competition when Mandy and I had shown up our first time on their corner. The part-timers cut into our business and it annoyed me, but I never said anything to them. Ashley told me to relax about it; those girls were only around on Friday and Saturday nights, and with those being the busiest nights of the week all it meant was that we had to be especially sexy. She gave me a couple pills and a little while after taking them I really didn't care. I asked her where I could get more stuff like that, and some weed, and she told me she got it from Tina, who got it from her pimp, Dan. The next night I met him. He was a stocky, muscly white guy with crazy-looking blue eyes, several days of beard growth, and, Tina told me, a guy with a mean temper. He'd been a soldier in some war in a place called Vietnam, which didn't mean anything to me. She warned me that she'd crossed Dan once, and he beat her up so bad she couldn't work for three days. When we met he looked at me up and down like a wolf sizing up its prey. He chuckled and licked his lips. "How old are you, sweet cheeks?" he asked me. His voice was harsh and husky, and his breath stank of whiskey and cigarettes. "Fourteen and a half," I answered. I realized immediately I sounded like a little kid, still practically counting my age in months. He laughed and put an arm around me. I tried not to shiver. He scared me and I didn't like his touch. "Damn, baby, I'm gonna make a mint off ya!" He caressed and squeezed my bottom. "Ohh, nice and tight, so very sweet." He slipped his arm around my waist. "My Tina-girl says you wanna score some weed?" "Umm, yeah," I answered. "I'd really like some." I could feel his rough fingers slipping under the waistband of my skirt. "Aww, baby, I got somethin' way better'n that for ya." He nuzzled my ear and sniffed me. "Wanna try it?" "Sure," I said. "If it's good." "Oh yeah, sweet muffin, it'll knock yer socks off." He gave my bottom a pinch and I jumped. He laughed. "Come on over ta my ride, and I'll cook ya a shot." I didn't understand what he meant but I walked with him to a large black van with painted flames and sparks flowing out from the fenders. He slid open the door on the side and motioned me inside. We got in, and he flipped a switch and an overhead light came on. On the floor in the back was a thick mattress covered by a zebra-stripe patterned blanket and three large pillows. In the middle on one side was a pair of large speakers hooked up to a fancy-looking eight-track tape player. In front were two large chairs for the driver and a passenger. Scattered around were various items of clothing, food wrappers, and other garbage. Under the small bench that held the tape player Dan unlocked a large box and took out a long rubber tube, a tablespoon with some brown stains on it, something in a plastic balloon, a candle, a water bottle, a wad of rough cotton, and a syringe with a long needle attached. My eyes got wide when I saw the needle. Dan turned around with the stuff he'd extracted and saw me staring in fright at the needle. "Don'tcha worry, baby, it'll only hurt for a second." "Okay," I said in a trembly voice. I watched in fascination as he lit the candle, dropped a couple small chunks of some black tarry stuff into the spoon, added some of the water, and then held the spoon over the candle. The tarry stuff melted and he used the needle to stir it around and mix it with the water. He put the spoon on the bench and yanked a piece of cotton from the wad and squeezed it into a tiny little ball and dropped it into the spoon. He then stuck the needle into the quickly wettening cotton blob and pulled back the plunger to suck some yellow- brown liquid into the syringe. Dan turned to me. "Take of ya coat, baby," he said. I immediately complied with wonder at the concoction he had in the syringe in his hand. "Hold out yer left arm." He tied the rubber tube around my upper arm so tight it pinched my skin. He started tapping my forearm. I watched as the veins in my arm started to bulge. He lined the need up along one of the veins and just before he plunged it in I closed my eyes. I hated needles. I felt the stinging stick as he pushed the needle into my arm, then felt the warm liquid go into my arm. He pulled the needle out and untied the tube from my arm. I was about to ask when I would feel something when I felt an incredible cool rush flow over my body. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. My entire body felt like tiny little fingers were pressing and massaging me. The sensual, tingly feelings pulsed through me like nothing I'd ever felt. I became suddenly so very horny. But I also felt a little dizzy and when I started to slump Dan caught me in his arms and carried me over to the mattress in the back of the van. I caught a smell of sweat and other body odors from it but I didn't care. I had a mind only for the incredibly good feelings flowing through me. He was right: it really was better than pot; way, way better. I laid on the mattress writing in total pleasure. I rubbed my hands all over my body, and pulled and pinched my nipples sending shockwaves of intense erotic pleasure through me. I felt like the world was okay again, and that I loved my whorish place in it. I had no more worries, I felt no more pain; I felt just a wonderful sense of joyous rapture. I moaned and whimpered at the urge to fly through the clouds. I wanted to wrap my body around every cock in the universe and love them forever. I imagined myself with boobies bigger than Tina's, because that would make me happy, and I would get more tricks, and that meant giving pleasure to more cocks. I swore in my hazy mind that I would call Tina's doctor and have him give me huge boobies. I fantasized about how much more money I could earn. So much money until I find a way to pay my ex-daddy back for everything. After what seemed like a long while, but was probably only a few moments, I felt another pair of hands sliding across my little breasts. I opened my eyes to see through my foggy vision a naked Dan kneeled over me. I smiled up at him and opened my arms. He quickly stripped me out of my miniskirt and tank-top, panties and bra, but he left on my garter belt, stockings and heels. He lowered his head and began to roughly tongue and bite my nipples while his hands roamed down my tummy to my clitty. He pinched it and pulled on it forcibly, and I had a flash of a vision of him just yanking it off and magically leaving a sweet, tender wet vagina in its place. He pulled on my empty scrotum and looked at me in surprise. "No balls?" he said. "You been cut, baby?" "Noooo," I moaned out. "Those nasty things just went away, all away, far away." "That why you can't get hard?" He kept pulled and stroking my clitty. "Yeah, yeah, no hard, widdle clitty only get hard when fucked," I blathered. I wasn't even sure I was making any sense and I really didn't give a shit. "Ya gonna fuck me, hunny bunny?" I begged. "Pweathe fuck, me me, fuck me, fuck me!" "Oh yeah, ya little cunt, I's gonna fuck ya," he said with a laugh. I looked down at his quickly stiffening cock sticking out from his hairy crotch. I liked what I saw, even though he wasn't very long, only about six inches or so, he was very thick around and experience had told me I would like that even more than the length. He reached over behind my head and his hand came back with a tube of lube and a condom. I was so crazy with lust and the desire to be filled by cum I took the condom out of his hand and tossed it over his head with a laugh. "No, honey, I wanna feel ya, I wan' ya to fill me with yer hot, juicy cummies!" I pouted at him. He just laughed and picked up the condom from where I'd tossed it. "No way, baby," he said. "I dunno where that ass has been or what's been shoved up it." He held the condom up. "It's with a rubber, or no fuck. Yer a ho', ya should know betta." He tore open the condom and tossed the wrapper aside. I was disappointed but too horny to turn him down. "Okay, sweeties, just get on with fuckin' me, me so horny! Bitch needs cock!" He laughed at my talk and rolled the condom over his lovely cock. It was red and had little bumps around it just behind the head. My crazed mind imagined what they would feel like sliding across my pussy hole's opening. He squeezed out some lube and rubbed it all over his rubber-covered dick, and then he worked some into me with first two, then three, and then four fingers. I threw my head back, grabbed my breasts, squeezed them hard, and moaned as he loosened me up. He lifted my legs and got under them and laid them over his shoulders. I whimpered in anticipation when I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my slippery opening. I grunted and moaned in pleasure when he pushed himself into me. He wasted no time and slammed all the way in with one thrust. I loved it when guys did that. I loved being filled with cock, even when it was covered by a rubber. Dan stroked in and out of me with a wildness that left me thinking that the crazy look in his eyes was very real insanity. But at that moment I didn't care. The incredible sensations were overwhelming, from the drugs and the cock, and all I wanted was more. After a few minutes of vigorously pounding away he pulled out suddenly. I whimpered and cried out in anguish but he just laughed. He rolled over on his back on the mattress and roughly pulled me over him. "Ride me, bitch!" he ordered. I immediately knew what he wanted. I'd done it before often enough. I got over him facing him and started to lower myself to him when he stopped me. "Nuh uh. Other way 'round. I wanna see my dick plowing into that tiny little girl ass." I giggled and turned around. I waggled my ass at him and he slapped me hard a couple times, and that got me tingling all over again. I bent over a little to give him a good view and then lowered my pussy hole. I looked behind me to see him holding his glistening, rubber- covered cock upright for me. When I felt his cockhead at my entrance I pushed down hard. He went right in and I moaned in pleasure at being filled again. Even my fingers and toes were tingling by then. My nipples were hard and sending wave after wave of intense tingling through me. I slammed my body up and down on his cock, over and over. I reached between my legs to twiddle my stiffened little clitty and I felt a wash of tingles flow up to my breasts. I kept that up for a bit, and for some reason I opened my eyes when I felt something touching my face. I saw that it was Dan's toes poking at me. I kept bouncing my ass up and down on his cock and started to lick his dirty, stinking toes. I took the big toe of one of his feet into my mouth and gave it as good a blow job as I'd ever given a cock. I held his foot lovingly in both hands and licked and sucked his toe with all the lust I felt coursing through me. I'd never felt more like a whore than I did at that moment. Through the fog of lust and drug I heard Dan moan. "Hot damn, baby, you slutty cunt! Oh yeah! That's a good bitch! Oh god! Here it comes!" I felt his hands grab my hips and he slammed me up and down faster and harder, and my hips lifted up and down to shove his cock deeper and more forcefully in and out of me. I loved the feeling I had then of being controlled, of being used for a man's pleasure. My former daddy was right: I really was just a dirty whore. I felt it for real at that moment, being royally fucked in the ass by a mean little pimp while sucking on his stinking toes like they were stubby little cocks. I loved how I felt and I knew in my soul that I would do anything to feel that way time and time again. I felt Dan thrusting at me and I suddenly felt his already wonderfully thick cock get even thicker as it spasmed his seed into the rubber inside me. I so wanted to feel that cum blasting my insides. I missed the taste of cum, I missed its hot, molten stickiness filling me. But I joined Dan in a screaming orgasmic release of my own when he exploded in me. He still held me by the hips with his still hard cock inside me while I sucked and licked at his toes in complete ecstasy. After a while he slapped my ass. "Enough! Get off me, bitch!" He pushed me off his cock and got up. I turned around on my knees and before I knew it I had stripped the condom off his cock, tilted the open end over my mouth and slurped down all the cum hungrily from it. I sucked on the end of the rubber and moaned at the taste of my first cum in I didn't know how long. It was thick and salty, and I loved its slimy, sticky texture as it flowed over my tongue. I swished it around in my mouth like the nectar it was to me. "Holy crap, yer such a dirty slut fuck!" he said to me. I swallowed his delicious cum, licked my lips and smiled sweetly at him. "I know," I replied from the depths of my drug-crazed mind. I dropped the now empty condom on the floor of the van. I closed my eyes and stretched, and then slid my hands up and down my still fuzzy and tingly body. I sighed and looked back up at him. "Thanks for the high, sweetie. What was that wonderful stuff?" Whatever it was, I knew I would want more as soon as I could get it. I'd never felt so wonderfully carefree and released from all my worries as I did while on that stuff. "Smack," he said. "'H', scag, horse: ya know. Heroin." He got dressed while he rattled off some of its street-names but I stayed naked on my knees facing him like a groupie. "Did ya like it?" "I loved it!" I said. "Way better than weed! Can I get some more?" "Tol' ya." He gathered up my clothes and tossed them at me. "Get dressed, baby. I'm tired and ya can't stay here. I don't sleep with no skanky ho's like you in my bed." I quickly pulled on my clothes, touched up my makeup, and brushed my hair back into place. I blew my slutty image in the compact mirror a kiss. After I stepped out of his van I turned to look at him. "Can I get some more a' that stuff?" I asked again with a smile. "We'll talk, baby," he said with a chuckle. "See a 'round, sweet cheeks." I smiled at him and blew him a kiss. He slid the door shut and, while I was walking across the street, I heard the engine roar to life. I turned around to see him drive off in a rush. I turned back around and, still buzzed from the smack, I walked back to work. *** *** *** The rest of that weekend was more of the same. Trying to stay warm and dry while waiting for some horny guy to pick me up and use one or both of my holes, getting wasted on pot or smack from Dan, occasionally eating if I got bored enough, and sleeping. During a slow time on Sunday night I asked Tina about going to the doctor that had given her sexy boobies. It was then that she told me of the problem she'd faced with that: that she had only been sixteen at the time, and a couple doctors had told her they wouldn't do it unless she was over eighteen. She'd had to get some fake identification. She said I'd have to do the same, and doubted I could pass for eighteen because I looked like such a little girl. When I whined about that she reassured me by saying her doctor didn't really care that much, as long as I had some ID he could put down. She told me that one of Dan's friends could set me up with a fake ID, for the right price. She said he'd charged her two hundred dollars and I had a hard time not scoffing at how little that seemed to me at the time. I still had over five hundred dollars hidden away in my motel room and more than three grand in the bank. I went to where Tina said Dan usually parked on Sundays. He was leaned up against his van talking with a tall, skinny, pale white guy with long dark-brown hair tied in a pony tail trailing down to the middle of his back. "Hey, baby," Dan said to me when he saw me walking up. He stood up and waited until I got closer before he smacked me lightly on my bottom. "Say hello to my boy, Frank." "Hi, Frank," I said to the tall guy. "Nice to meet you. I'm Joanne." He had soft brown eyes under slight brows, a cute little nose, a delicate jaw line, and high cheekbones. He could have almost have passed for a pretty girl if it wasn't for the stubble across his chin and jaw. "Hey there, Joanne," Frank said. "You one o' Dan's girls?" I was about to tell him I wasn't but Dan interrupted me. "Not yet," he said with a chuckle. 'Not ever!' I thought to myself. Men could use me like the whore I was but I would never live my life for one man again, not after what had happened with my ex-daddy. "So waddya want, J-babe," Dan said to me. "More smack?" He laughed when my eyes lit up at the prospect. I really did want to feel that way again. I almost forgot why I'd bothered to look him up. "Uhhh, later yeah, for sure," I said with an effort. "Could we talk alone, Dan?" "Frankie and me got no secrets. Right, man?" Dan gave Frank a pat on the shoulder that lingered for several seconds before Dan's hand slid down Frank's back. Frank nodded with a look that told me he delighted in Dan's touch. It dawned on me that they were, or at least used to be, lovers. I smiled at Frank and he smiled back. I had a flashing idea that the entire world was filled with people like us: queers, trannies, whores and druggies. At least my little corner of it was. And I knew I was all of those things; I took satisfaction in that fact. I felt that we, even scummy Dan, were better than the narrow-minded, uptight fucking ass-holes like my ex-daddy, the cops, or that crappy Ms. Johnson who'd wanted to punish me just because I wanted to make money doing what I was born to do. Tina and Ashley, and even Dan, were my new family, for better or worse, and it would take a lot to make me feel bad about them. "So, what's up?" Dan's voice startled me out of my reverie. "Well, I need to see a doctor about this these," I said, cupping my breasts a couple times. "So, ya wanna borrow some cash for a tit job, is that it? He smirked at me and I then realized I'd made a mistake mentioning the doctor. I thought quickly but couldn't come up with anything to say to take his mind off the prospect of owning me like he did Tina. "I'll think about it," I said lamely. He laughed and pulled me to him by my bottom. I stumbled in my heels and fell against him. He wrapped his arms around me and slipped his hands under my skirt and then down inside my panties. He pushed a fingertip inside my pussy-hole and I couldn't help but gasp and moan a little. "I ain't a bad boss, sweetie. All ya gotta do is whatever the fuck I tell ya." He pushed his finger deeper into me and pulled it out again. He kissed me hard on the lips and fucked me with his finger. Despite my dislike of him I started kissing him back as the lust overwhelmed me, and I suckled on his tongue in my rising passions. With an effort I pulled my face away and slipped out of his arms. I pulled my panties back up. "I said I'd think about it, Dan," I told him. "Then what the fuck you want, bitch?" I got scared at the sudden change in his manner. He had an angry expression on his face. I glanced at Frank and he looked a little frightened, too. Dan's eyes looked even crazier than usual. "Tina said you could hook me up with some new ID that would make me older." His expression suddenly changed again, and became a bit softer, like his usual self. He laughed and smiled at me. "Is that all, baby?" He reached out a hand and pulled me back to him. He played with my nipples. "How old ya wanna get?" "Tina said I have to be at least eighteen." I was getting excited again in spite of his frightening mood changes, and I knew I'd have to keep him in his "nice guy" mode if I was going to get what I wanted. I put my hands over his on my breasts and kissed him lightly. "Can you help me, please Dan, honey?" "Sure, sure, baby, no problem," he said. "I can get it for ya day after tomorrow." I cooed to him and kissed him again. I heard the door to his van open and then felt another pair of hands caressing my bottom. My heart fluttered with the idea of what was about to happen. I took one of Dan's hands in mine and pulled him inside the van. Frank quickly followed and slid the van door shut. We all quickly stripped naked except, as usual, I kept on my garter belt and stockings. Frank and I got on the mattress. I didn't pay attention to where Dan was because I was admiring Frank's lovely body. He had the cutest little butt I'd ever seen on a boy or a man, and his cock matched his body: long and lean but with a large, nicely-shaped mushroom head. I loved how it flopped around between his slender legs as he moved. I noticed also that Frank was, like me, hairless from the neck down. I smiled when I saw a large red rose tattooed on his right hip. I turned my back to him so he could see mine, and felt his fingers gently caressing my lower back and my bubbly bottom. His hands felt nice and soft, just like a girl's. I turned back to face him and gently cupped his large hairless balls, and then I slid my hand along the underside of his beautiful cock. To my delight it immediately began to stiffen. He used one hand to caress one of my breasts while the other played with my little clitty. I moaned at his soft, gentle touches. I hadn't been with another girl since the night before I was arrested when Mandy and I had my love after the trick Rosalyn had arranged for me was gone. Frank seemed like such a nice man, and he was making me feel so good. And I felt even better after Dan untied the tourniquet from my arm after giving me a dose of my favorite vitamin H. I swooned into the rush of it and wrapped my arms around Frank and slid my body down across his. My nipples got so tingly and stiff as they rubbed across his soft, warm skin that I whimpered with the joy I felt. He turned and laid on his back on the mattress with my face pressed against his smooth hairless crotch. I felt his almost fully hard cock sliding across my cheek. I opened my eyes, got up on my knees, raised my ass in the air at wiggled it at Dan. I took Frank's cock in one hand and stroked it gently until it was completely hard and throbbing. I used my other hand to support myself between Frank's legs, and whimpered when I felt Dan lubricating my pussy hole. I looked over my shoulder and saw what I longed for: Dan's fully erect cock in a pretty pink rubber. I moaned as I watched him grease it up with slow, grasping strokes. I turned back to Frank's cock and started to lick the wonderful, hot fleshy lollipop swaying in front of my face. "Don'tcha want me to wear a --" Frank started to say. "No, baby," I moaned out. "No, I wan' yer hot, juicy cum all over my face and in my mouth." And I did want that more than anything at that moment, except perhaps to feel Dan's cock fucking me senseless. The only way I felt loved any longer was when a man blessed me with his seed. In my drugged out mind, I had that fantasy again, about being a flying little fairy girl, fluttering through a forest of giant, hard cocks, kissing and licking them until they erupted geysers of hot, tasty cum into the air to splatter me again and again. When I got back to the real world I realized I was furiously slurping and suckling Frank's cock and Dan was thrusting in and out of me. Every time he shoved into me, nice and hard just the way I liked it, the head of his cock rubbed against that special place inside me. Blasts of pure pleasure shot through me, and Frank's cock would push back into my throat. I reflexively swallowed around him, and it was the only time I appreciated a thin cock because it left room for my tongue to swirl and lap at him. I groaned in pleasure when I felt the soft skin of his scrotum and his heavy balls full of cum touch my chin. I slowly pulled off him, licking and sucking like the lust-crazed, drugged out girl I was. Dan was still pounding into me and grunting with each inward stroke. I felt sweat drip onto my back. Dan moved his hands from my hips to my breasts. He rubbed and squeezed them with his rough, calloused hands. "Can't. Wait. Get. Yer. Big. Fat. Titties!" he grunted out each time he slammed into me. His strokes were quickening. "Oh god, take it, cunt!" He pumped faster and faster in and out of me and squeezed hard on my breasts. My attention was drawn away from Frank's cock by the intense pleasure Dan was giving me. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said and then I felt his cock thicken and pulse with the shots of his cum filling the rubber. I was so overcome with lust and the wonderful tingling pulsing pleasure that flowed through my body that I had my own sweet cummy along with him. He pulled out of me and I whimpered from the awful empty feeling. I opened my eyes to see Frank slowly stroking his beautiful cock. He would occasionally playfully tap my face with it. I took over for him and licked him up and down, showering his tasty meat with kisses. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Dan was kneeling beside my head. He was dangling the cum-filled rubber over my head so I giggled and turned my face up and opened my mouth. "Her ya go, ya little cum slut," he said before tipping it over and letting the cum drip out all over my face and into my widely gaping mouth. I swallowed it down and scooped it off my face and licked my fingers clean. I moaned at the delicious, salty, slimy taste of him. "God damn, man, you were right about her," Frank said. After Dan squeezed the last drops of cum from the rubber, I licked my lips and turned back to worship Frank's gorgeous cock. I loved feeling so dirty having a cum-splattered face. I really was the 'little cum slut' Dan had called me. At that moment that's all that I felt I was good for: pleasuring cocks and swallowing the precious gift of their cum was my sole purpose in life. I would do whatever it took to make me sexier for men, I would do whatever they wanted no matter what it was, if I could always feel as good as I felt at that moment. And I was good at pleasuring cock. It was the only measure of pride I had left in me. With those thoughts drifting through my drug-fogged mind I went back to doing what I was so good at, and loved doing so much: sucking cock. Within only a couple minutes I was bobbing up and down on Frank's cock so hard and fast one of my dangling earrings fell off but cock was my only interest. I wanted desperately to find out what Frank's cum tasted like. At one point I saw that Frank had laid down, and he and Dan were kissing passionately. I smiled around Frank's cock. I knew I'd been right about them. I could tell that Frank was getting close when he started to whimper and moan. Suddenly his hips started to buck up and down, so I tightened my lips around him and let him fuck my face. I pinched and rubbed a nipple and felt myself getting close to another cummy when Frank's cock exploded in my mouth. I slurped and licked his delicious, salty, slightly sweet cum. He tasted even better than Dan, and I swallowed as much as I could keep in my mouth. When he stopped shooting I pulled my face off his cock and squeezed the base and slowly stroked upward, until I squeezed another glob of cum to the tip. I wiped my face all over his cock to smear his cum on my lips and cheeks and eyelids to mix it with the smears left from Dan's. Frank and Dan were still kissing, though softer and gentler. Frank's arm was wrapped around Dan's neck and Dan was gently caressing Frank's cheek. I remembered the gentle, soft times I'd had with Mandy and shook my head. I couldn't dwell on the past. I went back to licking and lapping at Frank's slowly softening cock. After we cooled down we got dressed. I put my earring back in and then used some tissue and spit to wipe off the splotches of cum residue from my face before reapplying my makeup, fixing my hair and dabbing on some fragrance. "By the way, how much for the ID, Dan?" I asked him before we got out of the van. "Two fifty," he answered. "And as much of your ass I want." I didn't mind him fucking me a lot; I loved getting fucked. But the money was a bunch more than I was told. "Tina said it was only two hundred," I protested. He got that mean look on his face. "Wanna try three hundred?" he asked. Two fifty was only a couple blow jobs or a fuck extra, but I wanted to keep as much of my money as I could. "No, Dan," I replied quickly. "Two fifty is fine." "I figured it would be," he said with a chuckle. He jerked the van door aside. "Bring the cash and a couple ID-type pictures of you with you tomorrow night." He got out and Frank followed him and closed the van door behind him. "You prolly oughta get back to work, baby," Dan said. "Yeah, I should," I said with a smile. I looked at Frank. "See ya, sweetie," I said to him. "Later, Joanne," he replied with a smile of his own. I liked Frank a lot more then Dan. I waved goodbye to them and walked back to work. *** *** *** I awoke earlier than usual late Monday morning with a splitting headache, sick to my tummy, chills running through me, and cramps in my arms and legs. I felt so horrible and just curled up on the bed and moaned. I thought I was coming down with something. Then I remembered the joint I bought from my last trick. I'd been so tired I just went to sleep and left it in my purse. I got out of bed and lit it up. After a couple tokes I started to feel a little better, not great, but better. The smoke tasted and smelled a little weird but I hurt too much to care. I smoked half of it then wrapped it in some foil, put it in a baggie, and then hid it with my money behind a ventilation grill I'd loosened up. I took a nice, long hot shower and did my usual morning toiletries, like shaving my crotch, giving myself an enema and a douche. By the time I'd finished brushing and styling my hair I felt pretty okay. I admired my skinny body and pale white skin in the mirror, and thought about having nice, big boobies like Tina. I got dressed for work, but first went down to the nearest branch of my bank to deposit what I'd made over the week, except the money I needed to pay Dan, get some pictures taken, and eat. I asked the bank teller where I could get the pictures, and she directed me to a photography shop downtown that took passport photos. I hopped a bus there and got the pictures. The guy that took them looked disapprovingly at me, no doubt because of the way I was dressed, but he could go fuck himself as far as I was concerned. He gave me my pictures in an envelope, and outside his shop I stuffed Dan's money in it and put it all in my purse. I got a bus back to the diner, and had some coffee while I waited for Ashley and Tina. After they came in I left the counter and we got our usual table. Having a late lunch with them had become our habit. I loved their company. They had such funny stories about their lives, and mine seemed boring by comparison; at least until recently. We'd occasionally get high at one our places before going to work. But I didn't trust them for a minute, and I never left them alone in my motel room; I was sure either or both of them would go looking for my money. But we still got along great. We had so much in common and yet enough differences to keep us interested in being together. It was that Monday afternoon at the diner after we finished eating that I finally told them about my family, the reason why I'd become a girl in the first place, and how I'd started whoring. I didn't use Mandy's or Rosalyn's names or tell them how much money I'd made, but I told them everything else. It felt so good to get it off my shoulders, to have someone outside my family know the complete truth. I was nearly in tears by the time I was done, but I didn't break down. I felt pretty empty inside about the whole thing by then, though I still missed my family and friends back home. "Ya know, honey," Tina said, "what your parents did to you with the hormones and all is pretty much illegal." "Ya oughta sue their fuckin' asses off, Joanne," Ashley added. "Or just call the cops on 'em down in stinky town." Ashley had grown up in Longview until she was ten and her family moved to Portland. She pretty much knew the place could smell something awful, between a slow-running, garbage- and sludge-filled slue that ran between my old neighborhood and the open fields near the industrial parts of town, and the pulp and aluminum mills located there. "Why'd you let 'em do that to ya, girl?" asked Tina. "I know ya wanted to help yer momma, sister and brother, but you got rights, too." "I guess I didn't understand all that at the time," I replied. "I used to be really ignorant. Or maybe just stupid." I took a sip of my coffee. "But maybe you're right. I think I hate that bastard now, and I'd really like to get back at him somehow." "Like I said, call the cops on 'im. Report 'im for child abuse," Ashley said. She reached over the table and patted my hand. "They jus' hate kiddie molesters in jail." She leaned back and laughed. "They'd totally mess 'im up!" I thought about that and briefly flirted with the idea. But even after all that had happened, I didn't want him to die. And then something occurred to me. "But who's gonna take the word of a street hooker like me?" I asked them. "He's got friends there, he said. "That was part of his hold over Mom. He said he'd kick us out and make it impossible for her to get a decent job if he couldn't have me. And besides, Mom was the one that gave me the pills and took me to the doctor. I still love her and I don't want her to go to jail. It's bad enough that she tried to kill herself because of me." After saying that my sadness and guilt overwhelmed me and I finally did break down crying. Ashley and Tina got up from their seats and kneeled down on either side of me. They held me in their arms as I cried until, after a few minutes, I calmed down. "He's a fuckin' shit head son of a bitch to put that idea in your head, baby," Ashley said with enough vehemence to make me look up at her pretty face. "All that's happened, even with your mom, is his fuckin' fault, not yours!" Tina took one of my hands in hers and held it. "Don't worry none, honey," she said. "Yer momma's gonna be okay. I smiled at her and squeezed her hand. I took one of Ashley's hands and held them both at my sides. "Thanks so much for bein' my friends," I said to them. They smiled back at me. Ashley got up and went back to her seat. Tina stood up, bent over and gave me a peck on the lips. She, too, went back to her seat. We just sat like that for a couple minutes, sipping our coffees in silence but looking into each other's eyes with little smiles until the early dinner crowd started coming into the diner. That was our signal to go to work. *** *** *** It was almost midnight by the time I met up with Dan. I had just gotten out of a trick's car, and was repairing my lipstick, when I saw Dan in the compact mirror trying to sneak up behind me. Just as he seemed about to grab me I quickly turned around and stepped back out of reach. I laughed and put my makeup back in my purse. "Sneaky little bitch!" he said and laughed along with me. "You got my money?" I nodded to him. "Come on, then. I'm horny for some of that tight little ass." He stepped up to me and put an arm possessively around my waist. We walked to his van parked in one of his usual, secluded spots. We got inside. I reached into my purse for the envelope with the money and pictures. I got annoyed when he counted it right there. "Next time you bring me money, don't gimme any new bills or anything bigger than a twenty," he said, waving one of the two fifties in my face. He put the money back in the envelope and then looked at the pictures. "Cute," he said. He put everything away in his lock-box. "Okay, I'll remember," I timidly replied. I looked at him and smiled coyly. "Uhh, Dan, honey, could I, like, get a shot, please?" By then I was really tired, and hurt all over, and the headache was back. I really needed to feel that tingly buzz. "Nahh, I don't think so, baby," he said with a smirk. "I've given ya enough freebies." "Waddya mean 'freebies'?" I asked him. "You get a free fuck every time!" "Don't ya ever talk back to me, ya fuckin' skank!" he yelled at me. Before I could move he backhanded me across the face so hard it knocked me on my back on the floor. He stood over me, with a crazed look on his face. "I'll fuck ya any goddamned time I want, stupid bitch!" He kicked me hard in the side, and was about to punch me with the fist he raised back over his shoulder when I pulled my arms up to shield my face. "Please don't!" I begged him. "No more, please no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Instead of hitting me he snarled, grabbed one of my hands and dragged me over to the mattress. He pushed me down on my back and then unzipped his fly. When he pulled out his cock it was already half hard. Even in my fear I could see that he was getting off on beating me. He kneeled down in front of me but I instinctively backed away. "Where ya think yer goin', bitch?!" He laughed at me, grabbed both of my ankles and pulled me closer to him. He reached under my skirt and ripped off my delicate, lacey white panties. He tore them apart even further, then rolled them into a ball. "Open up that cock-hole, cunt!" he ordered. He didn't wait and grabbed my jaw. I was trembling all over and had no will to fight him, so I opened my mouth and he stuffed my ruined panties in. "That oughta keep ya quiet," he said with another laugh. I realized suddenly what was about to happen. He reached into the pocket of his dirty black jeans and pulled out a condom packet. I couldn't believe my eyes. A part of me wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Here he was about to rape me and yet he deliberately took the time to put on a rubber. If I hadn't been so scared I might've laughed. I laid my head back and sighed. I stared at the ceiling of the van. I felt him roughly spread my legs and lift them over his shoulders. He pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy hole, and then leaned over me and took my wrists in his hands and pressed them down on either side of my head. His face loomed over mine. His bloodshot eyes were wide and round and the look in them sent shivers through my body. He wasn't exactly smiling, but I could see his yellow, crooked teeth, and his mouth was open. He panted and I cringed at the smell of whiskey, cigarettes and cum. He pushed his cock against me, harder and harder, and I had to force myself to relax, even though inside I was frightened and anything but horny. "Ya gonna be *my* bitch now, ya smart ass little fuck!" With that last word he thrust hard into me and my shriek from the pain was muffled by the panties in my mouth. I usually loved it like that but not then. He laughed and I opened my teary eyes to see a look of satisfaction on his face. He opened his eyes and the crazy look was still there. It reminded me of someone I'd seen on the news years before, some crazy guy in California who had led a bunch of people on a murder spree. I cringed when he tilted his head to one side. "Hear what I'm sayin', bitch?" I could only nod my head. He let one of my wrists go and pulled the spit soaked panties out of my mouth and tossed them over his shoulder. "What was that?" "I heard you," I squeaked out. "They say it!" he shouted. "Say it over and over while I fuckin' ream yer uppity ass!" A droplet of spit dripped out of his mouth on my cheek. "I'm your bitch," I said quietly. He started to pull out of me slowly. "Louder!" I want everybody around here ta hear ya." He pushed hard back into me again. He used his free hand to slap me again. "Say it!" "I'm your bitch!" I shouted. He pulled out as I starting saying it and on the word 'bitch' he thrust back into me so hard I could feel the cold metal of his zipper press against me. It was really starting to hurt, inside and out, but he got into a rhythm with my words as I shouted that hateful phrase over and over. Once in a while he would slap me again. I was sobbing by that time and he just laughed. At least when I clenched my eyes tightly closed I couldn't see the crazy, lust-filled look on his face. After a while he started to fuck me faster and faster until he moaned and called me a 'bitch' again, and then his cock swelled up and exploded inside the condom. When he had finished, he slapped me again, laughed and pulled out of me. My pussy was throbbing and stinging, my cheeks were hurting from his slaps, and my wrist was sore. When he moved away I sat up on the mattress, hugged my knees to me, laid my face on them and cried. I had never felt so used, and I'd always loved that feeling before but then it was just awful. "Here ya go, cunt!" he said. He laughed, and I looked up just in time to have his cum-filled rubber hit me in the face. "Lap it up!" He put his cock back in his pants, zipped up and then he looked at me with his eyebrows raised. Shaking with fear I reached for where the rubber had fallen next to me. I picked it up