Chapter 3

I felt the pointy toe of Ice's boot stab my ribs and looked up. He was glaring down at me. I felt dirty and I pulled the top of my nightgown up to my chin.

"Nice titties," he said.

I looked down and gasped. The cotton material was stretched over my budding breasts and they formed two points. I released the nightgown and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Be a good little girl and sit on my lap while your momma makes Jack happy," he said. "It's time you got to see it close up rather than from way up there."

My head twisted and looked up in the direction of his nod. I blushed when I saw the second floor railing. Mom looked too, and then looked at me. Her face was filled with confusion.

"Mom?"

"Do what Ice says. Please, honey, do it for me."

Making sure my oversized nightgown stayed in place, I got to my feet and stood in front of my mother's drug supplier. I had never sat on anyone's lap. Well maybe when I was real little I sat on Grandma or Grandpa's lap, maybe even Mom's, but those memories were long gone. I turned my back to him and placed my hands on his knees behind me, and then hoisted myself up. His large, strong hands grabbed the sides of my waist and pulled me to him. It was unexpected and my legs shot straight out and apart, falling on both sides of his thighs. With my back pressed to him and his forearm snuggly holding my belly, I sat as still as I could.

"Now where were we?" Jack said. I looked at him. "Oh yeah, you were blowing me. But I'm soft again so you're gonna have to start all over."

He plopped down on the couch and spread his legs wide. Without hesitation, my mother walked up to him and dropped to her knees, stuffing his hanging meat into her mouth -- the same cock that almost choked her to death. She expertly used her mouth and hand to quickly make him stiff.

Ice leaned next to my ear and whispered, "She's a good cock-sucker, isn't she?"

When I didn't answer he pinched my thigh and I shrieked. Mom looked over her shoulder at us, her fingers still wrapped around the hard cock. Her bottom lip and chin were wet with saliva.

"Get back to work, bitch," Ice said. "If you want the stuff you gotta earn it."

Mom's eyes met mine for a brief moment and then she turned around, stuffing the cock back into her mouth.

Ice continued whispering in my ear. "But you already know that, don't you, girlie? You've been watching her suck cock a lot, haven't you?"

"I didn't mean to."

"Did you wish it was you who was doing it?"

I shook my head violently, the back of my head rubbing on his massive chest.

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"And you haven't sucked cock yet?" The pitch of his voice went up an octave in surprise.

"No way!"

My voice was louder than I had intended and Mom looked at me again, but quickly resumed sucking the man's cock.

There was silence for a while, except for the sucking noises Mom made, and then Ice's hand slipped into the wide armhole of my too big nightgown and covered my right tit. I was too shocked to even scream and tried to pull his hand out by tugging his arm. I gave up and bit my lower lip as his fingertip brushed my pointy nipple.

"Some day you'll have tits like your momma," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath revolting. "She has beauties."

He then used his free hand to pull the top of my nightgown away from my body as he dug his chin into my shoulder. He was looking at my naked breasts.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Because your momma said I could."

"She didn't."

"She did. That's why she brought you down here. I'm getting tired of her. She's always bitching."

"Mom, he's touching me," I called out.

My mother turned and stared at his hand inside my nightgown. She frowned but then looked up at my face. "Let him touch you, honey. It'll be okay."

I couldn't believe it. My mother saw what he was doing and said it was okay, and then she went back to sucking the man's cock. How could she? Mothers are supposed to care for their children and protect them. But she hadn't cared for me for years and now she ... My heart stopped for a moment. Was she going to protect me?

Ice used his free hand to pull my long hair away from the side of my face and held it behind my head. He leaned forward and licked my ear. I cringed and lifted my shoulder but his tongue then slipped into my ear and wiggled around. My hand wedged between his mouth and my ear, pushing his tongue away and blocking it. He laughed an evil laugh that sent chills through my body.

"C'mon, be a good little girl and let Ice play with you."

"Please, I don't wanna do this. Can't I go upstairs? I won't watch. I promise."

His response was to pinch my pointy nipple. I may not have had real breasts, but what I had was sensitive. It both hurt and tingled.

"Oh shit!" Jack yelled.

Ice's hand stopped moving and we both looked up. Mom's fist was moving up and down fast. The man's eyes were shut tight and his ass was off the couch, his shoulder blades pressed into the couch back.

"He's cumming in your momma's mouth," Ice whispered in my ear. "Does she kiss you? She sucks so many cocks that sometimes when she does I'm sure she still has the taste in her mouth."

I didn't say anything. I just watched my mother swallow yet another man's semen and felt ashamed.

My mother turned towards us and said, "Can I have the--?"

Her words caught in her throat. Ice's hand withdrew from the armhole and he placed it between my spread legs, right on my pussy. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away, but wasn't strong enough. Mom just stared at his hand.

"Mom, help me!" I screamed. "Mom, help!"

"Ice, let me take care of you," my mother said. "I'll make you feel real good."

"I'm sick of your old sloppy cunt. Take care of Jack."

"Mom, he's touching me! Please make him stop!"

I pulled on his arm and squirmed on his lap. It was the wrong thing to do. I soon felt him humping up against me and pushing my ass onto his hard cock. I immediately stopped moving. But he didn't. He was rubbing my pussy with his hand.

"Ice, I'm begging you. She's only a little girl. Don't do this. You said she'd watch. That's all."

"Bitch, if you don't shut up I'm gonna leave."

"Can I have my stuff?"

"You have to earn it and all you done so far is give Jack a blowjob. You take care of Jack and leave your daughter to me. That's the deal. Take it, and when we leave you'll have a week's worth of the shit. Otherwise, we're leaving and you have to come up with the money."

"Mom, no! Tell them to leave. I'll get you the money."

"Tammy, how much do you have?"

"I don't have any here, but I'll get it somehow."

My mother's eyes got teary and then, to my shock, she turned her back to me. "Do you want to fuck me?" I heard her say to Jack.

"Mom, you can't! No! Please! Oh god, no!"

But my mother ignored me. And then Ice began pulling up my nightgown. I struggled and kept trying to push it back down, but he was stronger and faster. It rose above my knees and then to mid-thigh. I clamped my hands down on the nightgown between my legs, but he yanked hard and it slid under my palms. I looked down and to my horror, the bottom of the nightgown was at my waist and my white cotton panties were showing. And they weren't new so they were tight and you could see the shape and slit of my pussy. My hands rushed to my crotch to cover it.

"Do you have any hair down there yet?" Ice whispered.

I looked to my mother for help, but all I saw were Jack's ass moving back and forth and her toes pointing to the ceiling. He was grunting and calling her filthy names. Mom just shouted things like, "Yeah, fuck me," and, "I love your cock," and, "Cum in me."

How could she? I knew she was just trying to get him to finish. I'd seen that act before. But I'm her daughter. How could she abandon me? She loved her precious heroin more than she loved me. Nothing else mattered to her -- not even me!

With my hands occupied covering my crotch, Ice grabbed my nightgown and pulled it up over my head with such force my arms flew up. Now I was sitting on his lap in only panties. I didn't know what to cover -- my exposed breasts or my panty-covered pussy. I must have looked like a puppet whose strings controlling the arms got suck in a blender -- my hands went to my chest and then to my crotch and then to my chest and then to my crotch. I didn't know what to do and I eventually settled for an arm across my chest and a hand covering my pussy with my fingers spread.

"So do you?" Ice said.

"Please, mister, let me go. I'll be good."

"Oh, I know you're going to be good. But answer me."

I couldn't. I was more scared than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't stop trembling. My mind was in turmoil trying to figure out what to do. I felt Ice's fingers slide under the leg band of my panties. I pressed down hard on my pussy to stop his fingers from reaching it. But if I had been more attentive -- yeah right, you try to think rational in a situation like that -- I would have realized his hand was palm up. He wasn't reaching for my pussy. His fingers curled into a fist with my cotton panties within it and he yanked hard. The first thing my mind registered was the pain of the elastic digging into my skin, but then I saw his hand in front of my face with my shredded panties dangling from it. I reached for my panties but he flicked his wrist and they sailed to the floor. And then before I could react, he crossed my arms and held them against my body with one of his much stronger ones.

"You do have a little hair there. How cute," he said.

I felt his chin digging into my shoulder and his breath on the side of my neck. I looked down and could see what he saw. I struggled to break free but was ineffective as a fly trying untangle itself from a spider web.

He whispered in my ear, "Now are you gonna behave? Your momma said you should. She knows the score. It's gonna happen one way or another. If you cooperate and be a good girl your momma gets the shit she needs. If you fight me, she doesn't ... and you do it anyway and probably get hurt too. So what's it gonna be?"

I watched the other man fucking my mother while Ice whispered in my ear. He was right. My mother wasn't going to stop him. The heroin was more important to her than me. And he was much bigger and stronger than me. He was going to have sex with me whether I wanted to or not. If I fought him, he'd hurt me. I had no doubt about that. And Mom wouldn't get the drug she needed. My body slumped and he released my arms which dropped listlessly to my sides.

"That's a good girl," he said still leaning next to my ear. "Now spread those skinny legs of yours."

No matter how much my rational mind told me otherwise, I panicked and jumped off his lap and ran. I took two or three strides when I tripped, my hands breaking my fall. Ice was lying stretched out behind me clutching my ankle in his strong hand like a free safety making an open field shoestring tackle. I scampered to my knees, but a quick jerk left me flat on my stomach. He pulled me again and my fingernails dragged along the carpet as I slid towards him. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled. My upper body bent backwards -- it's a good thing I had the flexibility of a skinny 14-year-old. I squirmed my feet out from under me to relieve the strain. And then Ice pulled me to my feet by my hair as he stood. I clawed at his hand to free my hair, but his fingers had too good a grip. He turned me around and I saw anger in his face that made me shudder. And then I felt it -- the slap. It's funny that I never saw his hand, but I felt it stinging my cheek. I spun around like a top and toppled over. Lights flashed in front of me and then I felt the pain. I was too shocked to even cry -- at first anyway. And then the floodgates opened and I bawled while rubbing my cheek.

When I stopped crying I saw Ice glaring at me. Looking past him, I saw Jack had stopped fucking my mother and was looking over his shoulder. But what about my mother? Why wasn't she looking? Why wasn't she screaming at Ice? Why was she asking Jack why he had stopped? She was so out of it she didn't even realize her little girl had just been struck by her drug supplier. I guess she was satisfied though because Jack turned back and resumed fucking her.

"That was a warning," Ice said. "I should be walking out the door right now, but I'll give you one more chance ... your last chance. I don't hit little girls, but I lost my temper. So I won't hit you again. But if you want your momma to get what she needs, you will do what I say from now on. No more running ... no more fighting ... no more ... well, no more no's. Understand?"

Lying on the floor naked, I nodded while wiping the tears off my face.

Ice stood and walked back to the chair, not even turning to see if I ran. I didn't. I was still protecting my mother. Leaning on the chair, he pulled his boots off and then turned to face me. Our eyes locked and then mine dropped to his hands. He was unbuttoning his shirt very slowly. When it was dropped to the floor, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He hesitated so I looked back up -- into his eyes which were staring at me. Then my eyes dropped back down when he pushed his jeans to his feet and stepped out of them. His boxers were quickly removed as well. My eyes darted back up and I saw him smile. I had been staring at his cock and he caught me. I blushed.

Ice sat in the chair and beckoned me with his finger. I walked towards him very slowly, but inevitably stood in front of him. His smile was cold as his knees parted. I looked down and quickly backed up, again blushing.

"You've seen your momma do it hundreds of times so you should know how. Put my cock in your mouth and suck it real good. And watch out for your teeth or you and your momma will be sorry."

I could hear Jack's grunts and my mother's phony urgings behind me as I dropped to my knees. He was right -- I had seen a lot of cocks, but never up close. And I surely never touched one. But my little fingers lifted Ice's cock. It felt softer and warmer than I had imagined. I leaned forward and stuffed it into my mouth.