Chapter 2

My mind went back a year or so when I was twelve or thirteen. A visit I was never likely to forget. Two crewmembers came very close to raping me. I'd always wandered around the ship; I had the run of it, eventually ending up in the crew's quarters. There was nothing new about this; I knew most of the crew and enjoyed being with them and listening to their many stories. Like wise I'd listened to my father and uncles retell stories about their adventures at sea. Mind some I was not supposed to hear. I would lie in bed, pretending to be asleep, but my ears were well and truly tuned into their sexual exploits. I remember how it gave me a certain tingling feeling in the groin area as they described in graphic detail having sex with some woman or other. Also at that time if we all went on holidays I shared the bed with my cousin Ron... it was nothing new, we'd shared beds when ever we were on holiday and had done since we were kids... well a lot younger... at twelve I guess I was still a kid. It stirred Ron as well; his hand would reach between my legs and play with my pussy, using his fingers to penetrate inside.

I on the other hand would hold and play with the erection he had acquired and together we would mutually masturbate and stimulate each other as we listened to the tales being told.

He'd acquired the ability to cum and on many an occasion I would feel the warm fluid trickle over my hand as he ejaculated.

"I can give you a baby with that if you want Lisa" he would tell me.

"I'm far too young to have babies Ron... I don't want any yet, thank you"

"If you can't have babies I can still put it inside you and cum... just like your dad and our uncles tell us in their stories" He said. "You could pretend to be one of those whores they talk about"

"You'd have to give me money Ron and you don't have any" I said.

"I can get some... how much would I need" he pleaded.

"It really doesn't matter you're not putting your thing inside me" I replied.

I did allow him to lie on top of me and he would place his hard erection on my stomach or between my legs and stimulate the act of sex, his ass humping up and down but his cock was not inside, pretending I was a whore. Eventually he would cum and leave a big sticky mess for me to wipe off.

Whenever he stopped over for the night, he would ask if I would be his whore and we would continue to play the game we called, "Whores and Sailors". It may have been these early days and experiences that set me on the path to eventually becoming a whore... maybe this was when the seed had been planted in my mind

Anyhow I was down in the crew's quarters this particular day and as I said I got along with the crewmembers. They loved to tease me, ask me about my boy friends and many other trivial little things. I knew they were just joshing me and really took no notice. Unfortunately there were a couple of crewmembers I did not know, new ones as it happened. They were far cruder. "I bet you have plenty of boy friends eh a great looking girl like you"

"I bet they tail you all the time"

"Do they tail you honey"

They went at it in this manner all the time. The other crewmembers did not like what they were saying and told them repeatedly to pull their heads in.

Slowly, one by one the crew left the mess room, returning to their allotted duties, until I was left with the two who were making all the crude remarks.

"Hey... listen kid... we should apologise to you for being so rude. We were just trying to wind you up... having a bit of fun with you... so sorry"

"That's ok" I said.

"Hey let's make it up to you... we have some real good Belgium chocolate down in our cabin, its real creamy, nothing like it here, expensive stuff this... why not come with us and we'll give you some before you go back topside" said one

"Would you like some" said the other.

"Yes" I replied.

"Come on then let's go" and they proceeded to leave the mess room. One in front of me, the other walking behind.

"In here sweetheart" said one, taking a careful look around before opening the door and ushering me inside.

As it happened they did have some Belgium chocolate, and selecting one they unwrapt it and handed it to me. I sat on the bunk, biting a large chunk of the delicious tasting piece of confectionary.

"Is that nice lass" I was asked.

"Mmm... lovely" I replied.

As I ate the bar, one of them unzipped his fly and took out his penis, which was very hard.

"Now what do you think about this lass... would you like a piece of this perhaps?"

I froze, just staring at what to me seemed a monster. I'd played and fondled cousin Ron's but this was big by comparison. I'd heard all the stories about men and women and decided it was time to go... besides I was really scared.

"I'd better go" I said and made a dash for it. I'd managed to get the door open, when strong hands grabbed me and dragged me back into the cabin, the guy using his foot to close the door. I dropped the chocolate and screamed. The scream was short lived as a hand covered my mouth.

"Get her over here... on the bunk... on the bunk" one was saying.

I was dragged to the bunk and thrown on it, the hand still covering my mouth.

"Pull her pants down... pull her pants down" he was saying. I felt them being removed.

The one, who had showed himself to me, was undoing his belt and pulling his trousers down.

"Pull her legs apart... pull her legs apart" He shouted, getting more and more excited

Then he was on the bunk, straddling my body.

I was struggling and trying to scream. I knew what was about to happen.

"She's a feisty little thing" he said.

"Yeah... but it won't stop her getting it... I really thinks she wants it... why did she come down to our mess... it was only for one thing Danny boy... and you and I are going to oblige her eh"

Between them they held my legs apart. I could not see what was going on, but felt the hard head as he pressed it against my pussy. Feeling it there I tried even harder to escape.

"Easy girl... easy... we're not going to hurt you... we just want a little bit of fun with you... that's all" he said trying to pacify me.

He worked his hard penis around my pussy, like a large finger, his hard lustful eyes watching me.

"See honey, that's not too bad is it" he said.

He pushed a little and I new that part of his penis was inside, I don't know how much, but certainly part of it.

Again he smiled "See... that doesn't hurt does it... feels good eh?" he said "A bit more" he added.

I tried to scream and pull away, tried thrashing from side to side, trying to escape what was about to happen.

"Shhhh... shhhh... calm yourself honey... just calm yourself... no one is going to harm you... just a little fun... you like fun don't you?"

I felt him enter a bit more, again I have no idea how far he was in, maybe just the head, maybe three inches or so, I have no way of knowing... certainly not all the way.

"There honey, how does that feel... getting better is it"

I could fight no more... I was never going to win this battle, they were just too strong. With the hand firmly over my mouth, I found it hard to breath; my heart was pounding at a million beats a minute.

"Ok sweetheart. I'm now going to fully penetrate you. I'll do it slowly and easily... then we are all going to have some real fun... you're gona enjoy being fucked my love"

I closed my eyes, resigned at what was about to happen, tears were streaming down my face. Then the door burst open; it was the second mate Charlie and three other crewmembers. The guy on top of me was hauled off and punches and blows rained down on him, he lay sprawled on the floor, the other received the same treatment, they were kicked and punched where they lay. It happened so fast I was not really aware at what was happening. Then Charlie came over to me.

"You alright honey" he asked.

I assured him I was, still crying.

"Here... better put your pants on" he said as he handed them to me.

I'd forgotten about that. I could see some of the crew were a little embarrassed at seeing my naked pussy and turned away.

I could see the bloodied faces of my attackers. Who were now trying to defend their actions?

"It wasn't only us boss... the girl wanted it as well... asked if we would take her to our cabin... told us straight out what she wanted... tell them girl... tell them the truth"

"It's a lie" I screamed at them

"No... no its not... for gods struth tell them the truth... you wanted it and had us bring you down here... tell them girl" they screamed, trying to make it sound it was me to blame.

"Its not true... they are telling lies... they said they had some chocolate here for me... that's it there" I said pointing to the chocolate.

"It makes no difference... you guys should know she's underage for sex, we don't really take to paedophiles on this ship" and with that they both received some further kicking.

Charlie and two of the crew took me back to the mess room and handed me a fizzy drink from the vending machine.

"Here honey, take this, calm yourself down and we better go tell your father what has happened"

I now had a further panic attack. "Oh no... no don't tell my dad... he'll go mad... never bring me back aboard... I'd rather you say nothing... please" I begged.

He looked at the others, said to give him a minute and they left to confirm what to do.

When he returned he said they had given it thought and would handle the matter themselves, but that I should seriously consider telling dad about it. I told them no, I knew how I would feel if I told him, embarrassed and it was best left for them to handle.

I have no idea as to what happened to the two sailors. I never saw them again.

Had I been on ships before... the answer was a big yes?

My mind was back with him as he continued to talk to me.

"Later I'll introduce you to the other girls... we'll organise some time for you all to visit one of the ships, the crew are always keen to meet girls like you"

You mean whores I thought to myself. I had only myself to blame.

I'd dressed and followed Max back down the stairs and out into the open air. It felt good, fresh and clean after the dank smell of the pub. The port and docks fell away behind us and we headed to a territory I was more familiar with. I had him drop me two streets from my own and walked the rest. I kept my head tucked in, trying hard not to let mother see the love bights that adorned my neck. "Sweetheart where have you been... I was getting worried about you" she said with a mothers concern.

"Oh we were at Sandra's... forgot all about the time... sorry... have I got time for a bath before diner" I asked

"Yes of course yo do" she replied

I hoped she could not smell the odour of the men I'd been with, a mixture of stale alcohol, nicotine and male sperm. My cloths and body seemed to be impregnated with it. I dashed upstairs, peeling of my cloths as I filled the bath with hot water.

The warm scented water revived my weary bones and cleansed away the smell that had clung to me. I soaped and washed my pussy, over and over. Then I lay and soaked in it. The memory of those men flooding back. First Sten a Swede... then the image of Girish an Indian... followed by another Indian... and another Indian after him. Three Indians in all... a Spaniard and finally a man from Pakistan... very much the same as the Indian's. As I lay there I recalled each one of them, each thrust they had made, felt their hard penises deep inside me and finally the moment when they discharged their sperm and they no longer required my services. I could still smell their own particular body odour. I knew that once they had finished with me I was of no further use to them, not until they again felt the stirring of their loins. It wasn't a loving sex I had with these men, it was ten or twenty minutes spent relieving them of pent up frustrations. They would most certainly have wives, partners or girl friends back home. It would be to them, they would go to for love and friendship, but right now all they wanted was the time and company of a whore. I'd supplied that service and had been paid for doing so. I meant absolutely nothing to them. Five minutes after being with me they would have joined their mates back in the bar, buying them all a round of drinks as another would have climbed the stairs to take his turn... such is the life of a whore.

I dried and dressed, looking at ways to hide my hickeys, make up and a polo neck top was all I could do. I also had another problem... the money. I sat on my bed and counted it again. What do I do with it; I could not spend up large. How does a fourteen-year-old girl have so much money? They would ask. I pulled out one of my dolls boxes, removed the doll, placed the money on the bottom, then some more paper and placed the doll on top, hiding it back in my cupboard. I'd have to find a better place, but for now it would have to suffice.

I got through the evening with mom. In the morning, I kept the collar of my school top up and made sure I faced away from her until I left for school. Hiding such marks from my friends was impossible and it drew their attention and curiosity as to who had put them there.

"Who are you seeing... come on tell us... we all want to know" It was relentless all day long, who? Who? Who? They just wouldn't give up. I had to tell someone, confide in them and after all they were my best friends.

"Oh god... I've done a real, stupid... stupid, dumb thing"

They looked at each other "What... what have you done?" they asked.

"Listen you have to promise me... don't reveal to anyone, what I'm about to tell you... promise"

There was an instant we promise, cross our hearts... now tell us.

"Oh god... yesterday I took a job as a hooker... I was introduced to these guys... and I did it for money" I said, waiting for their reply.

They both burst out laughing, not believing what I had just told them. "You're joking aren't you... you got to be kidding us... you're only fourteen"

When I did not laugh or smile, but looked blankly back they said "Oh my god... you're serious... you really did do it for money... but how"

"Oh I thought I was being clever... thought it would be a bit of fun... your Pauline made it sound like it was easy... so I went with this guy who introduced me to some men and I... I did it with them" I said.

"Men... when you say men you do mean men" Sandra asked.

"Yes I do mean real men... older men"

"Oh god... how many"

I hesitated.

"Come on... tell us... how many men?"

"Six... there was six of them" I replied.

"Oh god Lisa... how could you" they replied, shocked at my answer.

"I don't really know... I just thought it was going to be a bit of fun... I mean your Pauline does it... she seems to do well" I said to Sandra, trying to justify myself.

"Pauline tells you what you want to hear, she doesn't tell you the other side does she?" Sandra replied.

"No... no she doesn't... it's not what I thought it was going to be... god I've been so stupid" I said.

"Well I hope you have learned your lesson Lisa... don't ever do it again" said Melanie.

"Its not that simple" I replied

"Why not?" came the reply.

"The guy who introduced me to these men is now my pimp... I... I work for him" I said.

"Oh god no" replied Sandra, the implication in me doing so, not lost on her.

"So what... tell him to go sling his hook... he can't make you do anything you don't want to... you're well under age" replied Melanie.

"No... no Lisa is right... if he's now her pimp... it can be bad news... real bad news" said Sandra.

"Why's that?" Melanie

"Because pimps become very possessive and guarded about their girls... once you're in... your in... you belong to them... and it's hard to get out"

"Yes she's right Melanie... this guy frightens me... I know I thought I wanted all this and its not the way I thought it was going to be... but I can't just leave him" I said "He's not going to let me leave"

"I don't see why not" Melanie insisted.

"Pauline has told me some real bad cases with pimps, she has a good pimp but he would get very physical with her if she wanted to leave him"

"Tell the police... they'll protect you... prosecute him... put him in jail, where he can't hurt you" said Melanie

"Oh yeah... the police can't help and protect me forever and he's bound to know someone who will do a job on me, even if he is in prison... no please don't say anything to anyone I beg of you... it's my own stupid fault... I'll just have to wear it for now"

"Hell sounds like you really are in it honey" said Melanie.

"Look I may not get to spend too much time with you girls from now on... he's busy working on a schedule for me to work to... I may need to use you as an alibi if my mom asks any questions"

"Sure... we can help you there... anything that we can do we'll do if it will help you"

"Thanks girls, I appreciate that"

"Where did he take you... to meet and do it with theses guys" asked Sandra.

I hesitated, not wanting to tell her, but I'd told them every thing else... did it really matter about the where.

"He took me to the "Dog and Rat" I said

"Oh god no... not there" more shock.

"What kind of guys has he got you going with" asked Melanie

"Sailors... they were all sailors" I replied.

"Oh god it doesn't get any better does it" they said, looking at me in disbelief that I could be so stupid.

"I know... I know I'm pretty dumb aren't I"

"Dumb doesn't really describe what you've done" They said

With school finished the three of us were walking home. A black limousine glided up along side us, the window gliding down.

"Oh god its Max... my pimp" I declared.

Melanie and Sandra looked at me. "What does he want?" they asked. Concerned

"I don't know"

"Hi Lisa... you got a minute" said Max talking through the open window. I walked over to him, leaving my two friends on the sidewalk.

"Hey... let's take a little ride eh"

I turned to my friends "I'm just going with Max... I'll see you girls later" I said

"Will you be ok Lisa" they asked still concerned.

"Yes... yes I'll be fine" I replied, opening the passengers door and sitting next to him.

The window slid back up, the tinted glass hiding me from view. I saw my friends watching me, clutching their schoolbooks to them as we drove away.

"How do you feel today... went real well yesterday I think... don't you agree"

"Yes... yes it went well, real well" I replied, trying to get enthusiastic.

He took some papers from his inside pocket. "Here you are honey, based on what you told me yesterday, I've worked out a work schedule for you... should work in well... even when you have that period week that you girls get"

I took the folded papers and glanced through them. The areas he had marked in red, were the times he had me down for appointments... there were more red than green.

"God I'm working almost every day... what about time out for my friends" I asked.

"Hey, you asked to be a working girl... those horny sailors don't go away or take time off... if you look I have allowed you some time out... and I don't expect you to work when you have your periods"

I kept staring at the schedule, almost willing the red to turn green.

"Where are we going" I asked

"I've got a job for you" He replied, glancing at my thighs

"Oh god not at the Dog and Rat" I said

"No... no... not the Dog and Rat... in fact, the back of this car... I'll take you to them"

"Them... how many is them" I asked.

"Three... yes only three... I swear on my mothers grave... then you can have the rest of the night off"

"But I've still got my school uniform on I haven't changed" I said.

"That's all the better... they'll love you in school uniform... trust me" was his reply.

It was another pub that he drove me to... but not in the dockland area. He circled the car park, found a quiet spot and stopped the car.

"Stay here... I'll go and fetch one of them" he said

I sat quietly waiting as he vanished inside the pub and five minutes later reappeared with a john for me.

He looked younger than any of the ones I'd been with so far, around forty... maybe, close cropped hair, balding starting to put the wait on.

The rear passenger door opened and he slid into the back seat. "Hi Lisa isn't it" he asked.

"Yes that's right" I replied.

"Still in you're school uniform eh?" He said nodding at my attire.

"Yes"

"You look nice Lisa"

Max had now got into the drivers seat.

"This is Ryan, Lisa"

"Hello Ryan" I replied.

"Ok Lisa get in the back seat with Ryan... I'll make myself scarce for a while... then I go fetch Jack" he said and was gone.

I left the front seat and joined Ryan in the back of the car. I was alone with him.

"Lisa eh... that's a nice name... you look real nice... and young, you still at school eh" he said and at the same time looked at my thighs.

"Yes... yes I'm still at school" I replied'

"And how old are you Lisa"

"I'm fourteen... almost fifteen" I replied

"Oh what a nice age to be... I bet you're still nice and tight eh?"

"I suppose so" I replied.

"Had many men Lisa"

"No... no not many"

"Oh that's nice" he said, never taking his eyes off my thighs, a dreamy glazed lustful far away look.

He could resist no longer, he pushed my skirt well up around my waist, never loosing sight of my thighs. He let out a soft whistle, seeing me almost naked, just my panties between me and what he wanted most.

"Oh honey you have great legs and even greater thighs" first one hand starting to stroke my left thigh, followed by stroking both thighs. He continued to talk to my hips and thighs. "Oh shit... magnificent... just magnificent".

"I think I'd better remove your pants Lisa... don't you agree"

"Uh, hu!" I nodded.

Before I'd answered he was already grabbing at them and pulling them down. Now completely removed. "I'll put them on the front seat for you honey... don't forget to put them back on when we're all finished... don't want mum asking too many questions do we?"

He had me on my back stretched out as much as the room would allow and pushing my legs apart. One up the side of the seat, the other dangling over the front seat.

He unbuckled his belt, undid the zip and pulled his pants down. I could now see his penis, not yet fully erect... but not completely soft either.

"I'll just get it nice and hard for you love" and began to fondle and stroke it, until it was eventually hard and ready.

"There love... just how you like em eh?" and placed it right into my entrance. I drew back a little drawing away from it.

"He just laughed. "Hey honey don't be scared, it don't bight" and started to push inward.

"Oh god" I hissed as it vanished inside. Now as I have already said, these getting togethers were never intended for long lovemaking. Always a quick dip into the honey pot, cum then out again. As he thrust inward, time and again, the car rocked on its springs. Our moans and cries of joy commingled as he continued to hump. He stared straight at me his eyes reflecting nothing, just staring. The only expression was the continual smile on his face. He kept telling me it felt good, that I was nice and tight, he even told me he was about to cum... then "Oh god" and the car stopped rocking and our cries of joy ceased... he was cuming, ridding himself of all his pent up frustrations.

"Shit... that was good girl... must do it again sometime eh"

In our confined space he managed to pull his trousers back up, fasten his belt and do up his zip.

Max wasn't quite true to his word that day, he had another four, for me and each time an observer could hear the sounds of sex emanating from that black limo, and see it rock on its springs... and once again I returned home with more money in my purse. It was soon to become an embarrassment. I was scared that mum would find it and also scared to spend it.

My time was spent meeting men at either the "Dog and Rat" the dark dank room becoming very familiar to me. I don't know how many images I had made out of the stained watermark. The back of Max's car, or visiting on board the visiting ships.

I was quickly becoming the most experienced fourteen-year-old girl with regard to sex. I was now dealing with men... not teen-age boys. These men had different sexual appetites... they'd been around, knew what they wanted and showed me how they wanted it. All their experiences were being passed on to me. I'd seen different size and shaped penises, long ones, medium side ones, thick ones, not so thick ones. I'd licked them, put them in my mouth and learned how to suck on them. I'd complied with their wishes as to the positions they preferred to take me. I rolled over from one position to another, spread my legs for them and watched from time to time as they inserted their stiff members inside me. Hands had cupped squeezed and massaged my tits, I'd often wondered if all this massaging and handling had encouraged them to grow and develop to the size they are today.

I'd learned that some men had a liking for anal sex and again I complied with their demands... with more and more experience. I became more and more proficient; I'd become good at what I did. I needed no instructions on what to do for them to make them happy and feel good... it just came naturally. By the time I'd reached sixteen, many, many men had had me; they had enjoyed the use of my body... I was now far, far removed from being a virgin. I'd accumulated more male penis over the short years than some women ever see in a lifetime. I wasn't the first or only fourteen year old whore. There would thousands if not millions scattered around the world. Many not of their own choosing. I'd had the luxury of choice and made it, for better or for worse. I guess I just got used to it, hardened to it. I'd wanted it... gone for it and got it.

I'd accepted Max as my boss and pimp and would never do anything to give him cause to discipline me. My life style had changed. I spent less and less time with my friends and more and more time with clients. The money problem remained. I eventually opened up a savings account and instead of hiding it all in dolls boxes I put it in the bank... the only thing I had to hide then was my bank account

If I'd made the right decision, not to leave Max, or report him to the local authority. It became perfectly clear it was the right decision at a later date.

Early in the piece I'd decided not to turn up one afternoon to an appointment. When the phone rang it was fortunate that I got to it before mum.

"Hi Lisa speaking"

"Lisa... Lisa, its Max here... where the fuck are you... you're supposed to be meeting me, I have a client wants to meet with you" he said, but I could tell he was mad.

"Oh I just wanted some time off that's all" I replied

"You get time off when I give you time off... do you hear me... I really don't want to discipline you but believe I will if I have to... now I'm waiting for you in Surrey Ave... get your fucking ass down here right now" he said and hung up

I didn't hesitate I knew I was in trouble. I told mum I was going out, that I had to meet Sandra... would be back later. I ran up to my bedroom, peeled off my jeans and top, donned a pair of skimpy nickers, a short skirt and revealing top and sped out the door.

As I turned into Sussex Ave I saw his limo just ahead, he also saw me and got out of the car to meet me. I could see the rage and thunder in his face as he approached me. Oh god I knew I was in for it. He grabbed my arm, hurting me. I made no cry at the pain in my arm.

"Listen bitch when I make appointments for you, you make sure you keep them... don't ever show me up with a client... do you want me to discipline you?" he said.

"No Max... no I'm sorry I won't do it again... I promise" Pleading with him

"You're right you won't do it again... you know the rules... now get in the back of the car and get to work" he said, opening the car door and pushing me inside.

The guy on the back seat had a smirk on his face. "Well, well sweetheart... you been a naughty girl eh... I think Max's is a little cross with you?" he said

By now Max had got in the drivers seat and had turned to the Client. "Sorry about that Matt... I honestly thought she knew better than that... I'm disappointed in her... the ungrateful little bitch... I give her a job when no one else would and this is how she repays me... now I'm gona take a walk, have a smoke and let you get on with it... and you" he said pointing to me "Make sure Matt leaves happy.

"I will Max... I will and I'm sorry... it won't happen again I promise" relieved I wasn't going to get a hiding from him.