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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, I can't help but to wonder: what were you were thinking when you accessed this story? :-) Preface to part 14: Thank you to those faithful readers still partaking of this silly little divergence, especially those who've offered a kind word or suggestion. I know this story isn't for everyone, and I know I've made some mistakes with the facts on a few real-world aspects of this fantasy, but I've tried to remain true to the original vision I had for Joanne's journey, and her spirit, and her heart, however battered it has become. *** *** *** Part 14 My next morning was more of the same: headaches, sickness, cramps; the works. And it was only worse because I had to get up early to go to the doctor's appointment Dan had arranged. Before I'd left him still buzzed on the smack, he gave me a piece of paper with the office address. I could barely read his hand-writing, but I managed to find my way there. While on the bus I saw an advertisement for some perfume, and the girl in the picture reminded me so much of Mandy. I hurt inside from missing her and Rosalyn, and my family, except for my ex-Daddy; him I didn't miss at all. I just couldn't understand what had happened to Mandy and Rosalyn. I walked into Dr. Williams' office fifteen minutes before my appointment and checked in with the receptionist. She took my fake ID and looked at it, then at me, and smiled. Thanks to Ashley's and Tina's advice my clothes and makeup helped me to look like the eighteen year-old girl I was supposed to be. The receptionist, or nurse, or whatever she was, gave me back my ID and some forms to fill out. When I'd finished with that I sat in the waiting area and read some out- dated news magazine. Of course, for me it was all new because I'd never really paid attention to the world at large before. Finally, my fake name was called. A cute, blonde woman in a nurse's casual pants and a loose-fitting top stood in the doorway that led back to the inner offices. I walked up to her and we exchanged smiles. "Follow me, Carol," she said to me. It felt weird being called by a stranger's name, but if it meant getting my new boobs I could deal with it. I thought then that it was probably a good idea to start thinking of myself as the Carol Parker I was supposed to be, otherwise I might slip up. While she walked me to an exam room I realized also that I should probably change motels, too, and register under my new name. The woman ushered me into a typical doctor's exam room. I took off my coat and had a seat while she took my temperature, blood pressure, weight, height, and so on. "Just wait there a few minutes, honey, Dr. Williams will be in shortly." I sat demurely in a seat near the examination table. After several minutes waiting, the doctor finally came in. He was an older man, with a pudgy red face, large hands, a balding head, with lots of wrinkles around his sparkling blue eyes. He looked at me and smiled before closing the door. "Hello, Miss Parker. I'm Dr. Williams." I stood up and held out my hand. He took it gently by my fingers. He didn't let go but lingered the touch of his soft, warm hands. Tina had warned me that he was a 'dirty old man' but if I was nice to him it would make things a lot easier. So I smiled at him and squeezed his fingers back. "Hello, Doctor," I said in as sexy a voice as I could. "Thank you for seeing me." He squeezed my fingers and then let go. "So, I understand you would like some breast augmentation surgery?" "Yes, sir, I really would." I pushed out my chest and cupped my little breasts while I smiled at him. He smiled back while looking at my chest. "Yes, I can certainly see why you would," he said. "Why don't you disrobe from the waist up and I'll see what we've got to work with." I put my coat and purse on the chair and did as he asked. I made sure he got a nice view of my breasts as I reached behind me to undo my bra. I dropped it on top of my blouse on the chair and sat up on the table. He gently massaged my breasts and when my nipples hardened, like they always did when someone touched me there, I couldn't help but gasp as he rubbed his soft palms over them. By then my eyes were closed. I heard him chuckle. "Your breasts seem very sensitive, Carol," he said. "Oh yes, they are," I husked out. He kept playing with my breasts, pulling on the skin around them and on my chest. I opened my eyes and looked at him to see that lusty gaze on his face. I glanced down at his crotch and saw a small bulge forming. I looked back up and smiled at him. "Can you help me, doctor?" I asked him with a little girl's pleading tone. "Please?" "Of course, my dear," he said in a pant. "Our mutual friend has suggested a size for you, but I have to ask what you would like to be?" My mother was a C-cup, but I knew that Dan wouldn't be happy with that. I didn't want trouble with him, but I did want to be bigger than Mom. And I knew that I'd get more tricks if I had the breasts that I'm sure that Dan wanted for me. "Whatever he said is fine with me, doctor," I replied. "How big will I be?" "He said double-D, but I think that might be a little big for a girl with your small frame. Are you really sure about this, Carol?" The reminder of my fake name only reinforced my suddenly strong desire to break further away from my past. The idea of being bigger than Tina, or even Rosalyn, sent tingles flowing through me. With boobies that big I'd never lack for the attention I craved. I could get as many tricks as I wanted, maybe even more than Tina or Ashley, or even a regular girl. "Yes, doctor, I would love to be that big. Please help me?" I laid my hands over his on my breasts. "Make me really big, please? I really need big boobies for my job." I didn't see the point of beating around the bush with him. If he knew Dan, then he knew what I did for a living. And if he'd done Tina's boobs, then he couldn't possibly have a problem with enhancing me the way I wanted. "Well, Carol, that's going to be quite a change for you, but if you and Dan want it that way, then I suppose I'll have to go along with it. He's already paid for it but I just needed to hear it you. You'll be quite the little sex-pot once I'm done with you." I jumped up from the table and hugged the doctor tightly to me. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, doctor!" I said fervently. I felt the bulge in his crotch as I hugged him to me. I heard him chuckle again. He patted my back so I let go of him. "You can thank me another way, baby girl," he said. I could hear the lust in his voice. He smiled at me while he unzipped his trousers. He reached in and pulled out his half-hard cock. I was disappointed with both its length and thickness, but a cock is a cock as far as I was concerned. I smiled back at him. I reached for his cock and started to kneel down on the floor when he stopped me. "No, honey, we'll save that for your next visit. I want a piece of that little tranny ass of yours." His words sounded a bit rough, but his tone was soft and lust- filled. "I just love girls like you, little one, and I love making them as sexy as I can." "Oh, doctor," I said coyly. "You say the sweetest things. How do you want me?" "Bend over the table, face down." I immediately knew what he meant. I pulled down my panties and tossed them on top of my clothes on the chair. I turned around, stepped up onto the little platform at the end of the table, and bent over as he'd told me. I flipped my skirt up to expose my bottom, spread my legs as far as I could on the platform, and wiggled my bottom at him. I heard him moan in appreciation. "God damn! What a tight little ass!" I felt him slide a hand across my bottom cheeks. "What's this?" he asked. He pushed the waist-band of my skirt up a little higher. "That's such a pretty tattoo, baby," he said while he fingered it. "Thank you, doctor," I said in the husky voice I used with my tricks -- which was pretty much what he was to me then. He'd use me for sex, and pay me by giving me the boobs I so desperately wanted. I laid across the table in silence while I listened to him fumble around in the drawers behind me. After a moment I felt his fingers probing my pussy- hole. He applied a generous amount of lubricant, which I thought was funny considering the size of his little cock. But his fingers felt nice and strong, as he so expertly pushed and pulled them in and out and around me. I put myself in that familiar mindset of acceptance and a yearning to submit and I loosened up quickly for him. Suddenly his little cock was inside me in one quick thrust. It felt just like Tom had when I played with him at home, back when I was still just a slutty girl. I giggled to myself, but I was also surprised because the doctor wasn't using a rubber. He knew I was whore but didn't seem to care. Even so, it still felt good to be getting fucked. He grabbed me by the hips and really started fucking me harder and faster until with a deep grunt he started shooting his hot, juicy cum into me. I knew I'd have to do something, or I'd be leaking all the way back to the motel. While still inside me he leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck. "You're still so nice and tight, honey," he whispered to me. "You haven't been working for Dan very long, have you?" I turned my head to the side and looked up at him out of the corner of my eye. He was smiling so I smiled back. "No, sir," I answered. He bent all the way over and kissed me on the cheek. "You're not eighteen either, baby girl," he said. It wasn't a question and I didn't answer him. He stood up and slowly pulled out me. I got up and turned around. I started to get worried but his next words relaxed me. "That's okay, Carol, if that's your real name. You're not the first little girl Dan's sent to see me." He stepped back and wiggled his cock at me. "Come on. Be a good girl and clean up your mess." I smiled at him and looked at his cock, still wet with the lube and his cum. "Sure thing, doctor," I replied. I quickly got to my knees at his feet and did as he asked. It was so easy to take him all the way in. The lube had a strawberry flavor I was grateful for and I loved the taste of the little bit of his cum still on him. I soon had him all cleaned up but he didn't get hard again. I felt sorry for him, and from chats with Ashley and Tina about men I knew it was probably because of his age. Still on my knees I looked up at him and smiled. I gently put his cock back in his underwear and zipped up his pants. "Thank you, sir," I said submissively. I stood up and used some tissue to clean myself up while the doctor looked over some paperwork on a clipboard. I didn't have a tampon with me so I stuffed some tissue in my hole, slipped on my panties, bra and blouse. The tissue would have to do until I got back to the motel. I turned back to look at the doctor. He finished writing something on a pad, walked up to me, and handed me a slip of paper. "This is a prescription for a special cream I want you to use on your chest. Just rub it in all over your chest, and your breasts." I took the paper from him. The only thing I could understand was the preprinted doctor's name and address at the top of the paper. "What's it for, doctor?" I asked him. "It'll loosen up the skin around your chest. Use it for a week, and then come back and we'll get your implants put in." He smiled and caressed one of my breasts. "I bet you can't wait, can you baby?" His touch was arousing me and I could feel my nipple hardening under his palm. The idea of having huge boobies was also getting me tingly again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He was a good kisser, and he surprised me by suckling on my tongue instead of the other way around. I slowly pulled my tongue from his mouth and smiled up at him. "Oh, yes, doctor, I so want big breasts like you said," I said to him breathlessly. "I've always wanted to be big." I laid my head on his chest and held him to me. He wrapped an arm around my back and his other hand caressed my bottom. "Oh, pretty little Carol," he rasped out. "If I wasn't married to the most wonderful woman in the world, I'd take you home for my very own." We stayed in that hug for a minute. "You're so young, and tender, and sweet." "Thanks, doctor," I said. "You're a very nice man." He really was nice, even if he was, as Tina said, a 'dirty old man.' I honestly started to like him as we held each other. It was the first truly tender moment I'd had since my last time with Mandy. When I thought of her, I starting hurting again and I wished I could get a shot and make all the pain go away for a little while. "Call me Roger when we're alone, sweetie," he said. "After what we just did, don't you think we should be on a first name basis?" He pulled away and we looked at each other. "What's wrong, honey? You look like you're about to cry." "Oh, doctor, I mean, Roger," I said and tried to smile. "I'm just missing a dear friend is all." I caressed his cheek. "Your hug and sweet words just reminded me of her." He turned his head and kissed my palm. "Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to upset you." "It's not your fault. You couldn't have known." We released each other from the hug and shared another smile. "I guess you have other patients." "Yes, I do, little one, but you're the best one I've had this month." He chuckled and I laughed at his joke. He'd 'had' me alright. I wondered how many of his other patients he had sex with, or if it was just with girls like me. "Don't forget about the cream, Carol. Use it twice a day." "I will ... Roger," I said. I'd almost called him 'doctor' again. "That's a good girl," he said. "I'll schedule your procedure for a week from today with the hospital." "Hospital?" I asked in shock. I hated hospitals after spending so much time in them getting broken bones fixed. I didn't even like being in the doctor's office. "Don't worry, Carol," he responded. "You don't have to stay overnight, but I don't have the facilities here to do it. You'll be in and out in a just a few hours." I relaxed a little bit after he said that. He opened the door to the exam room and stood aside. I gathered up my things and walked to him. "See Ms. Swanson out front for the address of the hospital. Call the office on Friday for the time." He patted me on the bottom as I walked out of the room. "Okay, doctor," I said. "See you in a week." I smiled at him and made sure to walk as sexily as I could back to the front of the office. I gave him one last smile over my shoulder before turning the corner. He smiled back at me. I walked on and then out of the door back to the waiting area. I talked with the woman behind the window and she gave the a stack of papers to read about my 'procedure', which included an information sheet about the hospital. I read through the papers on the bus rides back to the motel. The worst part was going without sex for four weeks! I couldn't believe that mattered. I wondered how Dan was going to react to that. And wearing the heavy support bras for six weeks was going to be a pain, too. As I stared out of the bus window I thought about it. There was no way I could afford not to work for a month. I'd have to have sex anyway, just to keep Dan off my back, but the risk of bleeding scared me. But then I realized that once I was out of the hospital, I didn't need to worry about Dan. I'd have my boobs, and I could then leave town. I smiled as I contemplated my plan. *** *** *** After I got back to the motel I decided to take a nap. I was very tired from having had to get up early to see the doctor, from the doctor visit, and from the long bus-rides to and from the doctor's office in Beaverton. I fell asleep almost instantly and had a strange dream. Mandy and Rosalyn were hovering over me while I was lying down; their faces were wrinkled with worry, and Mandy was crying. I tried desperately to reach out to my darling Mandy but I couldn't move. I tried and tried, but I couldn't move even a finger. Suddenly, they pulled away and I wasn't lying down anymore. They were walking away from me, and I tried to follow, but the faster I ran the further away they got from me. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder stop me and turn me around. I saw my family before me, but the scene sickened me. My brother was standing in front of my mother, they were both facing me, but her hands were gently rubbing and caressing his body while they moaned and whimpered. My ex-daddy was kissing my little sister, and she seemed to enjoy it as he held her up by her bottom and her arms and legs were wrapped around him. I tried to scream but I couldn't make a sound. I awoke with start and bolted upright in my bed. I was perspiring and shaking, and I was sick to my tummy. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest and cried. I missed everyone so much it hurt to even picture them in my lost, confused and befuddled mind. After a while my crying slowed and finally stopped, and I felt so cold and empty inside. I sat on my bed and stared at the empty walls for a while, and I thought over how I'd got to where I was and what I'd become. I felt so worthy of the contempt and disgust that my ex-daddy had voiced upon me. I felt so worthless, and I hated myself, and my life. But I couldn't see any way out of it, except to run. But I couldn't go back to my family or my ex-daddy would hurt them, my loves and mentors had abandoned me, it seemed, and I was very nearly trapped into slavery by the shit that was my pimp. I cried again, and shouted out to the world in my pain, until my voice was hoarse and my eyes stung. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up again. Feeling utterly worthless, I put on one of my sluttiest outfits: a black sequined tube- top, a black leatherette miniskirt that barely covered my bottom, and sheer black seamed stockings held up by a lacey, black garter-belt. I decided that I wasn't worth wearing panties, so I kissed the crotch- panel of my favorite pair and put them back in my suitcase. After making up my face as much like the gutter-trash whore that I felt I was I brushed and sprayed out my hair to be as flirty and sexy as I could. I slipped on a pair of five-inch stiletto 'fuck me' pumps, grabbed my purse, coat and umbrella, and headed to the diner. I was later than usual so Tina and Ashley were already waiting for me. We greeted each other with the hugs and kisses that we'd exchanged since our drug-filled afternoon sex romp. Our favorite waitress, Yvonne, sat us at our table close by a window so we could see when business was ready for our wet and ready holes. "I saw the doctor this morning," I said after Yvonne took our orders. "Alright, honey!" Tina said enthusiastically. "Yer gonna love havin' big ones. When're ya goin' under?" "Next week," I answered. "Doc wants me to loosen my chest skin with some cream." "Yeah, he had me do the same," Tina said. "It's a good thing, baby, do it." "I will," I said. "You're so damned cute and young, Joanne!" Ashley said. "With a nice pair of boobs you'll probably take all our johns." We all laughed, although I wasn't sure Ashley was completely joking or not. "Don't worry, girls," I replied. "There's plenty a' horny guys out there for us to split." While we were sipping our coffees after we ate I started thinking again about my family and friends back home. With each day that passed the farther they seemed to be from me. I knew I was travelling down a bad road and in a bad neighborhood, as it were, but I didn't see any route back to my old life. I asked Ashley and Tina if they ever had the sort of thoughts that were constantly running through my mind lately. "At first I did, a lot," Ashley answered. "It hurt a lot getting kicked out of my house. I really loved my mom and sisters, but Mom was so uptight and religious and my father was just a fucking hypocrite." She looked at her nails for a few seconds. "After a while you get used to it." She looked up and as hard-bitten as she usually acted there were tears welling in her eyes. "And then one day, you wake up and realize that you haven't thought about them or your old life for a while." She dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. "That's when you know you're free, honey," Tina said. "It'll hurt for a while, but you'll be okay." "But I miss them so much!" I said. I forced myself not to cry. I remembered the last part of that dream then. "And it's not me I'm so worried about. It's my little sister." I told them about what my ex- daddy said he would do with her if he couldn't have me, and about my dream. "Fuck, Joanne, I tol' ya to just call the damned cops!" Ashley said with a hard edge returning to her voice. "Just fucking do it!" She slammed her had hard enough on the table to spill some of her coffee. Some of the other patrons in the diner looked over curiously. Ashley started back at them until they turned away. "I probably should," I said timidly. I looked at Ashley after she sat back in her seat and took a sip of her coffee. I did likewise. "You better," Ashley said. "Don't whine anymore about your old life to me if you don't." She seemed really upset with me for some reason. "I'm sorry if I upset you," I said. Her face softened a little. "I'm not mad at you, sweets," she said. "Maybe one day I'll tell you why that whole thing with your fucking step-father and sister gets me so god-damned mad." I smiled at her. I suddenly had a flash that maybe it had happened to her and that's why she got so upset about it. Just then our waitress walked up. "Everything alright over here, girls?" she asked. She was an attractive lady, probably in her thirties, with curly blonde hair, and cute face with just a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and a still curvy and voluptuous figure hidden beneath her dull, beige uniform dress. "Oh, yeah, Yvonne," Tina replied. "We're fine." "We're just tryin' to convince our little Joanne here she needs to do somethin' she shoulda done a long time ago," added Ashely. "Okay, then, but try to hold down the noise, please? More coffee?" "No, thanks, hon," Tina replied. "And we'll be good." They exchanged smiles and Yvonne walked back to the main part of the diner. "She seems nice," I said as I watched her walk away with a hint of a sexy wiggle. "She is," Ashley replied. She leaned over the table and whispered. "She used to be a hooker, too." I looked at her in surprise. "Why did she stop?" I asked, although the real question I wanted to ask was 'how'. Ashley sat back in her seat. "She met a guy, one of her tricks, and something sparked between them," she said quietly. "She moved in with him, got out of the life, had a couple kids. She waitresses because she dropped out of school early, just like us, so it's the only kind of job she can get." "She's lucky," Tina said wistfully, looking at her lap. "Yeah," I said. I was thinking about what my doctor, Roger, said. He wanted to take me off the streets. I wondered if he was serious. It would be nice to have a home again, and not be afraid and alone all the time. We spent the rest of our lunch-time in silence. I was sure that Ashley and Tina were having similar yearnings, with the way they kept glancing at Yvonne. I made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual for Yvonne when we left for work. *** *** *** Later that night Tina and I went together to see Dan to give him his money. We found him sitting on the floor of his van with the door open, smoking a cigarette. He took a last drag and flicked it away when he saw us. Without a word he just held out his hand. We put our respective wads of cash into his hand. When he started to put the the money away in his lockbox we turned and walked away. "Where you bitches think yer goin'?" he asked with that mean tone in his voice. "Get yer asses back here, now!" We immediately turned and walked back to him. He was standing on the street then, his arms crossed over his chest, with an angry look on his face. "I'll tell ya when ya can go, stupid cunts," he said. "Got that?" "Yes, Dan," Tina and I replied, almost in unison. I decided to make things better by behaving the way he seemed to prefer. I hoped Tina would follow along. I sauntered up close to him, wrapped one arm over his shoulder and used my other hand to caress his cock through his jeans. I kissed him and managed to avoid retching from the awful smell and taste of his breath and mouth. "I'm sorry, Dan, honey," I said. "We jus' figured you didn' wan' us around." I kept fondling his cock, and when he started to harden I knew my 'dumb cunt' behavior was working. I kissed him again, and then nuzzled his ear. "You wanna fuck one a' my holes, baby?" I asked him in a whisper. "We'll make it up to ya, baby," I heard Tina purr. I was glad she was going along. I didn't want him to have any reason to hurt her. "Jus' tell yer cunts whatcha want." Dan backed up into his van and we followed along. After we were inside he closed the door and locked it. Tina and I got undressed though, as usual, I kept on my garter-belt and shoes. Dan just watched us as he got undressed, too. No words were spoken. My heart skipped a beat and I felt an anxious yearning come over me when Dan opened his lockbox and brought out the stuff to make a shot. I would do almost anything for Dan to get one of those magic bullets that made me feel so good, and made me forget all my worries and loneliness for a little while. Dan watched with a smirk on his face as I started to fade away into my wonderful buzz. I laid down on the mattress while he did Tina, and played with my little breasts and let the tingles flow over me. I watched the look on Tina's face change from anticipation to bliss after he'd shot her up. She turned to me and smiled. I returned her smile and held out my arms for her. I licked my lips as I watched her long, beautiful cock dangle between her legs as she 'walked' over to me on her knees. She went straight for my little clitty and licked and suckled on it for a minute before Dan joined us. He had a lit joint between his fingers. He took a long toke, then handed it Tina, who did the same. She handed it to me and I inhaled that luscious smoke. It added a warm, silky feel to my already wonderful high. At that moment I didn't care about anything anymore, except that I wanted to feel that way forever, and I'd do anything anyone wanted. "Turn over, J-baby, and get that tight little ass in the air," Dan ordered after taking another long toke. He stubbed the joint out on the floor of the van. I immediately did as he said, knowing I was going to get fucked and loving the idea, as always. "Here, Tina," he said, handing her a condom and a tune of lubricant. "You fuck the little white bitch while I drill your black ass." "Ooh, sounds fun, Dan, honey," Tina replied in the 'dumb cunt' mode Dan liked us girls to be in. "I can't wait for yer cock up my pussy-hole, you stud." I was on my knees with my bottom raised up, one hand under my chest rubbing and pinching a nipple while the other played with my clitty. I was so horny by then a little pre-cum had dribbled out. I rubbed that all over my clitty while I watched Tina slip the condom on her beautiful, wonderful cock that I loved so much. I smiled when I saw that it wasn't big enough to cover her entire length, the length that was going to soon fill me up. I remembered our wonderful fuck session with Ashley and tingled all over in anticipation. I wished it were my hands slathering the lube all over her. She saw me looking at her and our eyes locked. She smiled as she slowly stroked herself and licked her lips. She blew me a kiss and I wiggled my bottom at her. She laughed. "Look at yer bitch, Dan, she really wants it!" Dan looked over her shoulder and joined her laugher. "Yeah, that cunt is a total slut," he said. He took the lubricant from her. "Go ahead, bitch, start in on her, and be rough with her. She needs it." "Well, I'll give her some, baby," Tina said. She scooted up to me, holding her stiff cock, until the head of it pressed against my pussy- hole. "Fuck me, honey," I said. "Fuck this bitch hard, hard, fuck me, fuck me!" I babbled. I really did want it then, more than anything else, I wanted to be used and abused, the way I felt I deserved. I was just a complete slut-whore, and I just knew that's all I would ever be, and with the drugs flowing through me then I just didn't give a damn. Tina wasted no more time. She grabbed me by the hips and shoved herself into me in one quick, hard stroke, all the way, until through the pain I could feel her crotch pressing against my bottom. I moaned and whimpered with the pain of it. She was so big, but I loved it, every last exquisitely delightful painful tingle. And over that was the wonderful sensation of her cockhead pressing against that special place inside me that sent tingling waves of pleasure coursing through the rest of my body. She stayed like that for a minute and then slowly pulled out and when her cockhead was at my entrance she shoved back in quick and hard. She knew how I liked to be fucked. I reveled in the wonderful sensations flowing through me. The tingles and warmth built up much more quickly than usual, the tingles I missed so much when I was with a trick. With them it was just business, even though it was still fun and felt great, but it was nothing like getting fucked by someone you actually knew, and who knew you and what you liked. Suddenly she stopped fucking me, and just rested over my back with her arms wrapped around my chest playing with my breasts, and her cock buried deep inside me, pressing against that special place. I felt so good from that, but I wanted to feel the stroking, the long quick in and slow out, I wanted to be giving her pleasure from using me. I felt motion, as though she was trying to go deeper, but she was already inside of me as far as she could go. I felt the soft, hot skin of her hairless crotch pressing against my bottom. I heard Tina moaning, and felt her warm, moist breath against the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and saw why she'd stopped. Dan was plowing into her pussy in his own rough way, holding her hips, and pounding into her. After a few minutes he stopped moving his own hips, scooted back a bit, and then pulled her back onto his cock. That made Tina slide quickly out of me, then he moved her hips so she was slowly drawn off of him and she back into me. Dan soon had a nice rhythm going, and I closed my eyes and started to get into it. It felt good to have Tina's cock sliding in and out of me again, even though the motions were opposite of what I normally liked. Then it was slow in and fast out. But soon I didn't care, couldn't care, as the waves of tingles coursed through me again, in wave after delicious wave, from my pussy and clitty through my body to my nipples and back again. I swooned in the delight to know that whether it was fast and hard in, and slow and longing on the way out, or the opposite, it didn't matter. I loved being fucked. I felt that I was fulfilling my purpose in life. And as I got into Dan's rhythm I clenched on Tina's cock on the out-strokes and opened myself on the in-strokes. I was moaning and panting like the whore I was, but it wasn't an act like it sometimes had to be with the tricks. With Tina and Dan was real, it was total passionate abandonment of all reason and all sensations except the overwhelming feelings of sexual pleasure. And when I heard Tina cry out in joy and felt her spew her wonderful cummy essence into the condom around her cock I let go myself and squirted my clear, pure sissy slut cum into the hand that had played with my little clitty the entire time. I didn't think Dan had cum yet because Tina was still fucking me, and with her long cock it didn't matter if she got soft, because she stayed inside me. After another couple minutes I heard Dan grunt and mouth out something about bitches and cunts, and then Tina's cock slowed and finally stopped moving in me. She was still half inside me, and starting to get hard again. "Damn, bitch, you got such a nice cunt," Dan said. I got up all the way on my hands and knees and Tina's cock slipped out of me. Without any rational thought I turned around and took her cock in my hand and pulled the condom off and put it into my mouth. I wanted to taste her, her delicious cummy. "Stupid cunt!" Dan said when he saw what I'd done. "You tryin' ta get sick or somethin'?" I looked up at him and smiled. "No, Dan, honey, I's just a cum lovin' slut cunt," I said in that same submissive 'dumb cunt' voice I knew would keep him calm. "I loves da taste a' cum." I sucked on the condom for a minute while Dan looked at me with a weird smile on his face. When he started to get dressed I took it out of my mouth. I had a sudden urge to throw it at him, and scream and yell at him for being such a mean bastard, but I didn't have the courage for that. I knew that if I had he would've beaten me into a bloody pulp. Tina looked down at me from where she was kneeling and caressed my cheek. I looked up at her smiled. I blew her a kiss and she returned it. We then both got dressed. All I wanted at that moment was to get back to my motel room, take a long hot shower, and go to sleep where I could dream I'd never met Dan, and was back home and in bed with Mandy. *** *** *** My life stayed in much the same pattern over the week that followed. I got up each afternoon, wanting nothing more than to get a shot from Dan, and knowing I would do whatever he said to get one. I muddled through the pain and sickness each day to clean myself inside and out, shaved what little hair still grew on my legs and crotch, rubbed the cream into my chest and breasts, got dressed and made-up for my work day, and went to have lunch with my only friends Tina and Ashley. I worked all evening and night, gave Dan the money he wanted, and he would shoot me up and fuck one or both of my holes, and I'd eat his cum while he would laugh and call me names. I didn't mind. I was what he said I was, and I deserved every degradation he would lay on me. Then I would go back to my motel room and clean up for the night, rub some more cream into my breasts and, if Dan had been especially cruel, I would cry myself to sleep. And in my sleep I would dream of my past life, when I was just a simple slutty girl, and learning to love Mandy and Rosalyn, and my times giving pleasure to men and boys, and was treated like a little princess for doing it. But then I would wake up and the new, horrible pattern would repeat itself. I began to hate my life, and myself. And I so terribly missed my mother, my sister and brother. And I missed my darling Mandy and Rosalyn, too, even though they were the ones that had got me started in being the cum-slut whore that I'd become. Finally, the day of my surgery arrived. I'd called the doctor's office the previous Friday and my appointment was for ten o'clock that Monday morning. I told Dan and he said I wouldn't owe him anything for Monday or Tuesday, but I had to back to work on Wednesday. That suited me just fine, because by Wednesday I'd be on a bus out of town never to see that fucking bastard ever again. I'd find some doctor wherever I ended up for any additional care or treatments I'd need. I had my fake ID, and my real one, and all that week I'd figured out how to alternate using my ID's to cover my trail. I reported to the hospital at nine o'clock as I'd been told, and they got me ready. After a while, I was being wheeled on a gurney through the hospital corridors, feeling the little buzz from the relaxant they shot me up with. The nurse that gave me the shot looked at me strangely while she searched for a vein in my arm. I knew what she was looking at. Some faint lines had started to form on my arm from Dan's shots, but I knew that would soon be over. I'd miss them, a lot, or maybe I could find someone nicer to make me feel that good, but I was just happy knowing my wish was about to come true: I would have large, beautiful breasts, and I would escape from Dan. Sometime later I woke up in the recovery room. The first thing I noticed after my eyes came back into focus was a weight on my chest. I looked down in wonderful surprise to see my sheet-covered chest now had two large mounds. They seemed enormous, but I loved them. I knew they were now part of me, and I couldn't wait to show them off to the men I would please, wherever it was I went off to. I reached my hands up to cover my new breasts, but when I touched them I felt a little pain so I just caressed them. Just then, Dr. Williams came into the room. He saw what I was doing and smiled. "Now, now, sweetie, no playing around just yet," he said with a chuckle. He came over to stand next to the bed. "You're going to be very tender for a few weeks, baby girl, and I want you to follow the after-care instructions you'll get when you're discharged." "I will, Roger," I said. "Thank you sooo much for giving me my boobies!" I said enthusiastically. "I know I'm going to just love them!" I reached out my arms to him. He looked around hesitantly then bent over to give me a long, lingering tongue-filled kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and wished for a moment that he could do what he'd said the week before, that he could make me his own little girl. He broke our kiss and stood back up. "They're so big!" I said, gently cupping them. "I made you a D-cup, Carol," he said. "I know our mutual acquaintance wanted you to be a double-D, but I felt that that would be too big for you." He looked at me expectantly. "That's okay, Roger," I replied. "These big beautiful boobies are perfect!" And they were. They were so large, and I knew that men would love them as much as I did already. I just couldn't wait to show off some deep, delicious cleavage like Rosalyn did so often. I also wanted to parade them for Mandy, and I felt a twinge of painful loneliness when I thought of that. But I forced myself to smile. "Thank you so much!" "You're welcome, Carol," he said, returning my smile. "Well, now, the nurses will be coming by soon to get you ready for release. I want you to see me in a week for a check up, alright?" he asked. "Sure, Roger, honey," I lied. A week from then I would be far away. I would follow the after-care instructions religiously, and if I had any problems I'd go see a doctor wherever it was I ended up. I hated lying to him, but I had to get away from Dan however I could. "Okay, then, sweetie," he said. "I've got some rounds to make. See you in a week." He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Okay, Roger," I replied. I watched him walk to the door and smiled when he looked at me just before leaving. I looked back up at the ceiling and enjoyed the sensation of my new breasts' weight pressing down on my chest. After a few minutes a couple of nurses came in. One of them carried my clothes, on top of which was a plain, white bra with large cups and wide straps. The other nurse was older and carried a clipboard. She asked me a bunch of questions about how I was feeling, if I felt and discomfort or pain, and all that sort of stuff. She then handed me a small stack of papers. She told me to read through them when I got 'back home' and follow the instructions. She also gave me a prescription for some pain relievers, and for that I was very grateful. While that went on, the younger nurse helped me up off the table. The first thing she did was help me into my new bra. She told me that I would have to wear that bra and another like it for six weeks. It hurt a bit pressing against the places covered by bandages. Eventually I was dressed, and I was very glad I'd worn a loose-fitting top to the hospital. But the top was no longer loose-fitting; it was tightly draped over my breasts after I'd pulled it on. Eventually I was dressed, though I needed to re-do my makeup. After I'd signed several forms, the older nurse said I was free to go. It was quite an adjustment walking with the additional weight on my chest. But I stuck my chest out proudly, and smiled every time I noticed a man, and even a couple women, look at my breasts as I made my way back to the motel. I made sure to stop at my usual pharmacy to get the painkiller prescription filled, and by the time I got back to the motel I was in a lot of pain, and was very tired so I took the recommended dosage and laid down to sleep. I had more of my strange dreams before I woke up with a start from the one where I saw Mandy and Rosalyn slipping away and the scene of my ex-step-father molesting my little sister. It took me a few seconds to orient myself but when I came to I suddenly felt very happy. I really did have my nice, big boobies. Despite what the doctor said, I gently cupped and caressed them, and I just loved how womanly they made me feel. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and realized I still had time to get dressed and have lunch with my friends, maybe for the last time. I hurriedly cleaned and dressed and went to the diner. When Yvonne saw me to escort me to our table her eyes got wide and she smiled at me. But even better were the reactions of Tina and Ashley. Their eyes got just as wide as Yvonne's and they both squealed with delight as they hugged me gently to them. I returned their kisses, and my lips lingered especially on Tina's. "Damn, girl!" Tina said. "You look great! You're as big as me!" She laughed. She looked around the room before she reached out to grasp my breasts. "Sorry," she said when I winced a little at her touch. "Oh yeah," said Ashley. "Looking real good, you silly cunt." She joined Tina in caressing and gently squeezing my breasts. "I'm actually fucking jealous." She leaned in and kissed me. "You are so fuckin' hot!" "Thanks," I said. "It's so hard to believe I've got real breasts now." I laid my hands over theirs. "I love them!" Just then I noticed Yvonne out of the corner of my eye. She was smiling but shaking her head 'no'. We stopped playing with my breasts and sat down at our table. Yvonne took our orders and we chatted about nothing while waiting for our food. I debated telling them I was leaving, but I was afraid that Tina would tell Dan. Something told me I shouldn't trust her with that news, and I hated myself for feeling like a liar. But I focused on my last time with them. I tried to memorize every little feature of their faces, and their manner, and their voices. They were the first people that had befriended me after I'd been kicked out of my old life, and I wanted to always remember them, no matter what else happened. Eventually it was time to say good-bye. I tried not to let the emotion into my look or my voice, but a tear still fell down my cheek after we'd separated. They knew I wasn't going to work that night, but they didn't know that, if my plans worked out, we would never see each other again. Instead of going back to the motel I went downtown to the bus station and bought a one-way ticket to Seattle. I was very tempted by the openness I'd heard about San Francisco but something held me closer to home. I didn't care much, as long as it was away from that sick fuck Dan. Back in my motel room I watched television while fondling my bus ticket in my hands. I so wanted to play with my boobies, but I didn't want to hurt myself or disregard the after-care instructions. I still had plenty of money in my bank account and promised myself to go shopping for a nice set of really sexy bras and tops once I got to Seattle. I fell asleep with fantasies of the low-cut tops that I'd wear to show off the cleavage I could now have. *** *** *** The next morning I went through my usual ablutions, even though I felt sick and achy all over. I so desperately needed a shot, but the last person I wanted to see was Dan. I would have loved to have a kissy and teary good-bye with Ashley and Tina, but I didn't dare risk them telling that bastard I was leaving. Instead, I took two of the pain pills, and when they took effect I felt a tiny bit better. I packed up my belongings and called for a cab from the motel phone. I didn't want to walk or take the city bus to the Greyhound station, even though it was only a short ride. But it turned out to be a complete waste of effort. While I was waiting for the bus to Seattle I saw Dan walk into the waiting area. He looked around casually, as though he didn't expect to find me there, but when he saw me the expression on his face changed to one that was so frightening I tried to run right away, leaving my bag behind. But he ran up and caught my wrist in a vice-like grip. "You fuckin' cunt!" he shouted at me. "I shoulda fuckin' known you'd try somethin' like this, god-damned stuck-up fuckin' bitch!" He slapped me hard across the face with one hand and then punched me in the tummy so hard I doubled over and felt like vomiting. He grabbed my hair and then kneed me hard in the face. I flew backwards and landed on my back. I felt the blood leaking out from my nose over my lips. I tried to fend off his attack, but it didn't help. He kicked me in the sides, my bottom, and my head over and over, until all I felt was pain. I was crying and shouting for him to stop, but my pleas meant nothing to him. He pulled me to my knees and then punched me across my face again, and the blow sent me flying back on to my back. All the while he was beating me he kept calling me names, and cursing at me, and at times I couldn't even understand him. He was like an animal. After a few more blows from his feet and fists I just wanted to die. I wanted the pain to end, any way it could. All I could do was pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them to protect myself while he kicked me over and over in the face and my back and my ass and my crotch. I cried the whole time, and felt my tears mixed with blood from my nose and my mouth. Suddenly his blows stopped even though he kept cursing at me. I heard other voices shouting and clamoring but I couldn't give them any attention. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't see anything through the swelling that had started. I just laid on the floor, holding my knees to my chest, and moaned, whimpered and cried out for Mommy. I'd never wanted to see her more than at that moment, and I wished I'd never, ever been anything but the sweet, innocent little sissy girl I'd once been. After a couple minutes Dan's screaming faded away and the only sounds I heard were my crying and the ringing in my ears from the pain. I felt hands lifting me up to a sitting position and then I heard a calm, soft woman's voice. "Honey? Can you hear me?" she asked. I felt a tissue wiping my face. I tried to open my eyes but it hurt too much and I kept crying. I heard a man's voice speaking. "Ambulance is on its way." The woman merely said 'good' before I felt her wiping my face again. "Come on, baby," she said to me. "That's it, lay back down, let go of your knees honey, you're safe now." After that I didn't care anymore. I hurt so much all over my body I just wanted to die. I felt so stupid for trying to leave Dan. I was just a worthless tranny street whore, and I'd gotten what I deserved. Dan and my ex- daddy were right. The pain I felt was punishment for denying what I was. I cried until I was out of energy. I was limp as a dead fish when I felt myself lifted off the floor and put onto what felt like a bed, though every sensation was one of pain. I heard voices talking and I knew it was about me, but I just didn't care anymore. I felt dizzy and in pain, and I know that at some point I mercifully passed out. *** *** *** I awoke some time later in what was obviously a hospital room. I looked around through my swollen eyes and noticed a curtain to one side. I could tell there was someone else in a bed next to me. I saw an IV hooked into me and wondered why. I looked down at my chest and was glad to see that my dream of big breasts was still real. But when I touched my face and felt the swelling and pain I wanted to cry again. I didn't feel any pain at that moment, but I felt so ugly and disfigured from Dan's beating. I stared off at the walls of the room around me and wondered what was going to happen to me. After a couple hours a nurse came into the room. She looked at me severely while she took my blood pressure, pulse and temperature. Before she left I tried to ask her where I was but through my swollen lips all that came out was gibberish. With my tongue I could feel that a couple of my lower-front teeth were loose. She looked back at me and sighed. "You're in the Oregon Health Sciences University Hospital, dear," she said. "This is where the ambulance took you after your pimp beat you up." She walked back to the bed. I could tell that she thought as little of me as I did. "You've been here three days in recovery." She tapped the lead on the IV. "This is methadone and saline; it'll help with your heroine addiction. You've already had shots for the gonorrhea and syphilis." She looked at me with a condemning look in her eyes. I was shocked. I realized I shouldn't have been. I knew I was an addict to the smack Dan had been pumping into me, and I knew from suckling cum from him, Tim, Ashley and Tina, I would likely catch some disease, but to hear it all confirmed by a nurse just devastated me. I truly felt lower than excrement at that moment. "I don't know how someone so young could end up like you have, but you really are a disgusting little piece of scum," she said. I couldn't help but agree with her. "I know," I finally managed to croak out. I wasn't sure if I'd made sense. She looked at me as though I was something scraped from the bottom of her shoe on a hot day. "Faggots like you just make me sick," she said. "But obviously not everyone thinks so." I wondered at the meaning of her last remark after she walked out. She was obviously one of those homophobic people I'd always been afraid of, but at that moment I agreed with her. I hated myself and everything I'd done since ex-Daddy had kicked me out, even though I'd loved the sex. I hurt all over and just wanted to go back to the oblivion of sleep. But I couldn't do it. I just laid there on my side and contemplated what was going to happen to me. I thought about Dan, and worried myself over him showing up in my hospital room and finishing what he'd started. I thought about being so polluted with drugs and disease, and began to hate the lust that had pushed me to become such a worthless example of humanity. I hated myself, and everything about me, and I idly wondered how I could just kill myself to escape the hellish shit that my life had become. I don't know how long it was until I heard the door open again. I turned on my back and lifted my head to see who it might be and froze at who I saw standing in the doorway. My heart started to beat furiously and tingles flowed from my nipples to my clitty. "Oh, baby girl!" Mandy said. "Oh, sweet baby girl!" She rushed over to me and bent down to gently kiss me on the cheeks and lips. She was crying but I just laid there in shock, wondering if I was dreaming, or if the drugs were making me delusional. Mandy laid her head over my shoulder and cried. When I wrapped my arms around her, and I felt her warmth, I knew she was real. She wasn't a dream. It really was my precious Mandy. I pulled her to me and ignored the pain of pressing her so tightly to my new breasts. My own darling girl was in my arms and that's all that mattered to me at that moment. I started to cry along with her. "Mandy, oh Mandy," I whispered out. It was all I could say. I'd missed her so much, and thought I'd never see her again, and there she was, as beautiful and sexy as ever, and in my weak, trembling arms. After a while we calmed down, and she pulled away but still held me by the shoulders. I saw her eyes go round when she took in my larger breasts. She followed the tube from my arm up to the bottle hanging by the bed-side and then looked back at my forearms. She traced a finger along one of the tracks on my arm. She looked like she was going to start crying again. "Oh, Joanne, what the fuck have you done to yourself?!" she asked intently. "Oh god, my baby girl!" she cried out. She laid her head back over my shoulder and started to cry again. "I'm so sorry! So sorry!" she repeated over and over. I just held her to me. My love for her welled up so strongly at that moment I felt more adult than I'd ever felt. "Shush, sweetie, shhh, it's okay," I said. I kept cooing words to her like that, holding her and rubbing my hands along her back, and stroking my fingers through her hair. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for, baby doll," I said. She pulled away and looked down at me. I gently stroked a tear from her cheek. "Don't be sorry, sweetness," I said. "It's my fault," she said. "I'm so sorry!" She took my hand and kissed the palm. "No, no, no!" I said. I reached out and took her hands in mine. I kissed her fingertips. "I'm here because of myself, not because of you!" She looked at me and smiled. "I've missed you so much, babe," she said. "I love you, Mandy," I said in reply. "I've missed so much!" "I love you, Joanne," she said. "I feel so bad for you being here." She sniffled and another tear rolled down her cheek. "Who did this to you?" she asked, gesturing at my face and the IV bottle. I hesitated before answering. "My pimp," I finally said. "I tried to run away from him." She looked at me with a blank stare for a minute. "I guess he didn't like the idea of me running away with these. He paid for them." I gestured at my breasts. She smiled shyly at me. "Don't worry, babe," she said. "Mom can have a doctor get rid of them." "No!" I said vehemently. "No fucking way!" Mandy looked at me in surprise. "I like having big boobs, and I want to keep them!" I caressed her arm and smiled to soften my words. "I mean it, my darling, I've always wanted big breasts. You know that." "I know," she replied. "But so big?" She smiled at me with that lovely smile you just couldn't resist. I didn't resist and smiled back at her as best I could through the pain. "Oh yeah!" I said. "Men just love a girl with big boobs!" She gently cupped a cheek with her palm, and smiled at me. "After all you've been through and you're still thinking about sex?" she said. "Sex is the only thing I've lived for, sweetie, for what seems like forever." Mandy's face contorted in an emotional spasm again. I pulled her to me again, and let her cry herself out. I whispered to her about how much I'd missed her and how much I loved her and Rosalyn. When I mentioned that name Mandy pulled away with a bright smile. "Would you like to see Mom?" Mandy asked me. My face broke out in a smile of anticipation, or as much as I could through the bruises and pain. "Is she here?" I asked. "Can I please see her?" Rosalyn was like a second mother to me, and any connection with being a part of a family again filled me with so many good feelings I couldn't help but tear up a little myself. Mandy caressed the tear from my cheek and licked it from her finger, and through everything I felt a tingle flow through me at her familiar, sexy action. "Better than that, baby girl," Mandy said with a mysterious smile. She touched her still wet finger to my lips to shush me. "You'll see, she said." She walked to the hospital room door, pulled it open, and stood back. When I saw who entered my heart fluttered and I felt my mouth dry up. First there was Mom, and then Rita and Darryl, and then Rosalyn. I stared at the only other people in the entire world I cared about for a minute in shock, and then I looked lovingly at Mandy standing aside as they entered. Rita rushed to my bedside and I cradled her in my arms as she laid against me and cried. I was soon crying myself as I held her. After a few minutes she stood back up. "Oh my god, Joanne!" she said with her voice still choked up a bit as she took in the damage done to my face. "Oh god, oh god!" she said as she started to cry again. I held her in my arms and looked over her shoulder to see Mom in tears. At her side was Darryl, and even my all- boy brother was crying. I started to cry myself again and they all rushed to surround me. We cried together at our reunion and even through all the pain of their touches against my bruised body I felt such a wonderful sense of joy that my tears mixed into a joyful laughter that transported all of us to a sense of togetherness I'd never before felt with my family. Through my tear-blurred eyes I saw Mandy and Rosalyn holding each other close, and crying in sympathy with us. I reached a hand up and motioned for them to join our familial closeness. They were as much a part of the family I loved as anyone else, and I wanted us all to be as close as we could. I don't know how long it was that we cried together, or just held each other close in warm silence, but I loved every moment of it. I was beaten and battered and bruised, in every way a person could be, but in those moments we were together I felt like I had a chance to be healed, to be again the sweet little girl I'd felt I was, once upon a time, and had feared I never could be again. After a while my loving family pulled back and stood up around my bed. "I'm sorry," I said simply. "I'm so, so sorry for disappointing you," I said to them all, though I looked at my mother as I spoke. "I'm the one that should apologize," Mom said. "I should have had the courage to stand up to Fred. But I was so afraid of what he would do if I denied him." She reached out to touch a hand gently to my cheek. "I should be the one in that bed, my baby girl!" "No, Mommy," I said. I grasped her hand to my cheek and pressed it to me. "I'm the slutty whore. What happened to me is all that I deserve." "No you don't!" Rita said. "Not ever! Don't you ever say that!" She looked genuinely angry and I smiled at her. The expression on her face softened. "Rita's right," Darryl said. "Come home with us, don't ever be that way anymore." The look he had was filled with such a longing my heart tugged to him. My little brother actually had a soft spot, and it was for me. He'd never shown me such a tender feeling before and I wanted to cry because of it. I held his hand and squeezed it, and smiled up at his cute, little-boy face. And then I remembered one of the reasons I'd left my home town in first place. I looked over to Rosalyn. "Where were you?" I asked her. "Where were you?! I went to your house and you were gone. I waited and waited, but you didn't come back." By then my voice had choked up again and I couldn't ask any more questions. The feeling of abandonment I'd felt when I'd left Longview came back to me fully then and I couldn't stop myself from crying. Rosalyn rushed over to me and Mom and my sister made space for her. "Oh, darling girl, I'm so sorry!" Rosalyn said. She draped herself over me and I couldn't help but tingle over the delicious fragrance that enveloped me. I couldn't help myself and drew in a deep breath of Rosalyn. I'd missed that totally womanly fragrance so much. She held me to her as we cried a bit together. "I'm so, so sorry, baby!" She pulled away and stood up. She looked to Mom and then back to me. "Honey, I guess you didn't know. That Jake shit has friends, and I was afraid for my Mandy. You were still in jail, and they really didn't know who you were, but they knew my Mandy, and they knew me, and his friends are some really, really bad people. We had to get out of town for a while until John could straighten things out. I thought for sure your mother or father would come get you out right away, and take you home. You remember John? He got Jake's friends off of us, but it took so long. And I had no idea that your shithead step-father would do what he did. Pat has explained everything to me. I think I understand a little of the reasons you tried so hard to be ... well, you know. I'm so sorry, baby. Can you please forgive me?" She wiped a tear from her cheek. I smiled and looked at her beautiful face, and then at Mandy. I didn't know what John was able to do for them, but I was glad he'd done it. Whatever that big, burly, hairy bear of man could do to make things better for Mandy and Rosalyn was okay with me. "I guess I understand, Rosalyn," I said. "I just felt so overwhelmed after that dick shit of a step-father kicked me out of my house, and then you weren't there to help me." I looked at Mom then. "I'm so sorry I've so disappointed you, Mommy! Please don't hurt yourself anymore because I'm just a slutty cunt whore!" I broke down and cried again. "I'm such a shit!" I said through my tears. I felt a lot of arms close around me, and hug me, and deny my words, but with my eyes squeezed shut and pouring out tears I couldn't see who it was, and I didn't care. I was being held and kissed by the only people in the world I loved and that's all that mattered to me. If I was held and kissed with such tender love, then maybe I wasn't the lowly, worthless person I'd grown to feel that I was. Maybe just a little. "My sweetheart, my darling love," I heard Mandy's voice say through the tears that I wasn't sure were mine or hers. "You are not that, you are a beautiful sexy girl that deserves all the love we can give you!" I wanted to believe her words, but they had to dig down to the depths of my low self-esteem. I wrapped an arm around Mandy as she cried against my shoulder. We stayed like that for I don't know how long before Mom spoke again in a choked voice. "I promise, my baby, I won't ever do that again," she said. "I see now that Fred is the one that pushed me into that, and it won't happen again." Mom buried her head on Rosalyn's soldier and cried. Rosalyn held Mom to her and looked over at me. "Your step-father is going to pay for what he did, sweetie," Rosalyn said to me. "Your mother and I have had many long talks while we've been searching for you. I have some ideas for how to deal with that fucking bastard, and he's going to get what he deserves. If he thinks he's the only one in Longview with 'friends' he's sorely mistaken!" I looked at her in surprise. I'd never heard her use the f-word before. A few fantasies floated quickly through my mind at her words, one of which involved Dan doing to ex-Daddy what he'd done to me so many times, again and again, until ex-Daddy knew exactly how it felt to be used just for someone else's pleasure instead of his own. "The first thing we're going to do is get you transferred to a better room," Rosalyn added with a smile. "Beautiful princesses like you deserve better than this." I smiled up at her the best I could through my bruised and swollen face. "And when you're able, you're coming home, my sweet girl," Mom said. She bent down and kissed me on the forehead. "I've missed you so much, honey." I looked at her lovingly for a moment before I thought of something. "What about ... what about ... *him*?" I asked. My throat choked up remembering what my ex-daddy had said and done to me. I never wanted to see him again. "Don't worry about Fred, baby," Mom answered. "With dear Rosalyn's generous help, we've moved out of that house." She smiled at me and wrapped an arm around Rosalyn's waist. Rosalyn returned the smile and