Chapter 9

I slept late again the next morning. I awoke relaxed, despite the nightmares. I was relaxed because I didn't have to go to that hell house in the country. But then I thought about Susan and Marie having to live out there. As bad as I had it, their situation was twice as bad. And they had to survive it for so much longer.

By the time I dressed and made it downstairs everyone had finished breakfast. They were still at the table. Laura was the only one that looked up and smiled when I came in. I winked at her and I apologized for being late.

Mom said, "That's okay, Lindsey. We understand that you are having a hard time of it. Sit down and let me make you some breakfast."

I was going to tell her not to bother. I only wanted juice. But I could hear the desperate need she had to do something for me. I smiled and said, "That would be nice. Thanks, mom."

Laura smiled. She had caught the nuances in that short exchange. She was very perceptive for a naïve fifteen year old.

Dad finally spoke to me. He really didn't know what so say. He obviously was embarrassed and so uncomfortable around me that he probably wanted desperately to leave the room. But I'll give him credit. He stuck it out. He asked, "What kinds of things do they make you do at their place?"

I glanced at Laura and it looked like she was afraid I was going to tell him. But I smiled and said, "Just the kinds of things that girls do, dad. You know, dusting and pushing a vacuum cleaner. I help with the meals and clean up afterwards. They have two women there who are responsible for most of the housework. I just help them out as they need me. They keep me busy."

I was lying through my teeth, of course. But the funny thing was that I looked at the blank look in his eyes as I told my lies and it occurred to me that I could have told him the truth and he wouldn't have heard it. He heard that I was talking. But he didn't hear the words. They were going right over his head. He just sat there and watched my lips move until he thought it was his turn to talk again.

His conscience may be bothering him. But it didn't seem like his feelings about me had changed. This was just like when he used to come home after work and hug Laura while asking me if I had done my homework. He never actually listened to my response.

Oh well. The truth is I didn't feel anything for him either. Not anymore. My mother was at least making an effort. It may be that when this was over I could establish some sort of a relationship with her. It was obvious that the apple of dad's eye was Laura and there was only room for one apple in his pie.

Mom made me a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs and then everyone sat around and watched me eat. The small room echoed with the deafening silence. Not a single word was spoken. I almost started crying when I realized that my parents would probably never be comfortable again until I was gone from their house.

I ate as quickly as I could and then I stood up and washed my plate before mom could move. I dried it and put it away. Then I said, "I'm going to go for a walk. I haven't had a chance to get any air and relax in a few days. I'll be home in a little while."

Laura didn't ask to join me. She knew that I was going to call Chris. She winked at me and smiled.

My father almost sighed with relief that I was going out. My mother ... she had a problem. She was relieved, too. But it bothered her. She didn't want to feel happy to see me go. I didn't blame her. I felt the same thing. These long, uncomfortable silences were very unpleasant.

I went upstairs and brushed my teeth. I got my purse and put my cell phone and Chris' number in it. I was just about to leave but I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "Fuck it!"

I took my t-shirt off. I removed my bra. Then I dug out a sexy halter top. This time when I looked in the mirror I was much happier with what I saw.

I turned my phone on as soon as I was outside. I had several messages, including one from Don! I went to my voice mail and listened to them. Don's was the most recent and played last. It was obvious that he had spoken to his friend Kevin and found out about my new life as a sex slave. He sounded pissed. He sounded like he blamed me for letting all of those boys rape me. He called me several very unpleasant names before he hung up. Fucking idiot!

It didn't upset me as much as I thought it might, though. I had already learned what kind of person Don was. I didn't have any feelings for him anymore. Not any good ones anyway.

I dialed Chris' number and he picked it up almost before the first ring ended. As soon as he answered I said, "Hi. I just thought I'd tell you that I'm on my way to the park, in case you still want to meet me there."

He laughed and said, "I'm already there! I'll see you in two minutes."

The park was just a small grassy field at the end of the street with a bunch of big old trees where people go to relax or get a little exercise. There is a track around the outer perimeter that people run and walk on. It isn't very big. There are a couple of benches that the residents chipped in and bought. But you can walk all the way around the outside of it in about ten minutes.

When I arrived at the edge of the park I saw Chris waiting at the end of the sidewalk. I was surprised at how happy I was to see him. I was also surprised by how pleased I was by the look in his eyes when he saw the way that I was dressed.

It was obvious that he appreciated the fact that I had changed into the halter top. After what I had been through in the last couple of days you might think that I wouldn't want to see desire in a boy's eyes. I think that if you had asked me when I woke up this morning I would have told you that. But for some reason it didn't upset me. It even seemed to make me feel better about myself.

I smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then I stepped back and asked, "What's the big deal? You saw me naked yesterday."

He blushed and answered, "I don't know. Yesterday I felt bad. I wanted to help you and it tore me up that I couldn't. There was nothing about what happened yesterday that struck me as sexual. I would be lying if I didn't admit that I thought you were sexy and beautiful. I haven't seen that many naked girls. But what they did to you out there just made me sick. You look pretty damned sexy now, though. And I'm going to have to believe that you were thinking about me when you put that top on."

I laughed and said, "Yeah. I was. I won't bother to ask if you like it."

Then I looked at him sideways and asked, "How many girls have you seen naked?"

He blushed and asked, "Counting you?"

I loved the way he blushed. It made him seem so, I don't know, un-jaded I guess. It was refreshing. I answered, "Yeah, counting me."

He said, "One, counting you."

I was astounded. Not so much because that meant that he was a virgin. Or at least I assumed that it did. I was shocked that he would admit it!

I took his hand and led him into the park. As soon as we were walking I asked, "Are you aware that you just admitted that you are a virgin? Guys don't do that you know."

He grinned and said, "I thought you would have figured it out by now. I blush like a little girl whenever I look you in the eye. God you are pretty!"

I squeezed his hand and said, "I'm sorry I can't say the same. I was a virgin until I went to court last Monday. But the judge took care of that in a hurry. And I'm going to spend the next two months getting raped six days a week, which is why I can't figure out what is wrong with your head. Have you really thought this through?"

His grin dissolved. He said, "You didn't even know I went to the same school you do. But I've had a crush on you for a long time. I don't want to sound any more pathetic than I already do. But there were so many days that I walked home behind you and imagined what it would be like to be walking with you and talking with you. I know. That sounds awfully lame. But even if I had the nerve to ask you out, you were going out with Don."

I smiled wryly and asked, "Don't you hate it when your parents are right? They told me he was a jerk. It's all his fault I got into this mess. He stole a car and I was sitting in it with him when the cops surrounded us. And the son of a bitch wouldn't even tell the cops that my sister and I didn't know it was a stolen car!"

We walked around the park for a while and then found an empty bench and sat down. We talked about a lot of things, anything but the judge and the things that happened at his house. It didn't take long to become obvious that Chris was a very shy guy. I knew that he wanted to hold me. But he was afraid. I wasn't sure if he was afraid of being rebuffed or if he was afraid of being compared to the guys that had been molesting me at the judge's house.

I was just about to lean up against him and put his arm around me when I heard my bastard ex-boyfriend from just behind us saying, "I guess you were right, Kevin. The bitch has turned into a real slut. I guess she just needed some dude to rape her skanky ass all along. How about if we take her into those bushes over there and take turns on her ass for a while?"

Chris and I got to our feet. I glared at Don and exclaimed, "You bastard! Do you have any idea what has happened to me because of you! I could fucking kill you!"

He just grinned and replied, "From what I've heard you have been having a great time thanks to me. You've turned into a real cock whore. I know this little punk isn't going to be able to satisfy that juicy cunt of yours now."

He grinned at Chris and said, "You better run along home boy, unless you just want to stay and watch."

Chris was suddenly as cool and calm as could be. He had been nervous as could be when it was just him and me. But now he seemed confident. I was scared. But Chris calmly said, "I think you should just go. Lindsey doesn't want anything to do with you anymore. We don't want any trouble. So please, just leave us alone."

He was asking politely. But he still didn't seem the least bit nervous. Don and Kevin obviously weren't capable of telling the difference. They assumed he was afraid because there were two of them and they were both bigger than him.

Don grinned and said, "Did you hear that, Kevin? Lindsey's friend thinks we should go. He even said please! Fucking pussy! Boy, get the fuck out of the way if you know what is good for you. Me and the bitch are going into the bushes over there and she is gonna give me some of that cunt she teased me with for so long. If you get in the way I'll put your pansy ass in the hospital!"

I stepped back, prepared to run. Don came around one side of the bench we had been sitting on and Kevin came around the other. I whispered urgently, "Chris! Come on! Let's go!"

Don started to walk past Chris and reach for me. Chris grabbed his arm and said, "I'm asking nice, man. Leave her alone."

I'm not sure what happened after that. It was all over in seconds. Don pulled his arm away and brought it back as if to punch Chris. Kevin attacked from the other side. Chris moved faster than my eyes could follow. Actually, it was more like he hardly moved at all! But suddenly Don and Kevin were both lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Don started calling Chris a lot of dirty names and telling him all the things he was going to do to him. He struggled to his feet and dove at him. Chris ducked to the side and brought his hand down somewhere on Don's back. That was it. It was over!

Kevin didn't even wait for Don. He got to his feet and hobbled off. He didn't even bother to threaten him as he limped away. He just left.

Don was dazed and it took a minute or two for him to roll over and get to his feet. Chris finally helped him up. Then he walked him far enough away that I couldn't hear what they were saying. Chris held on to Don's wrist for a moment and had a serious talk with him. Then he let Don go. Don left without a word.

When Chris came back I asked, "What did you say to him?"

He shrugged and said, "I just asked him not to bother you again."

I had a hero!

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, long and hard. It took him a few long seconds to put his arms around me. But soon we were kissing and I think that he was finally getting the message.

After kissing him for several minutes I leaned back, keeping my body in full contact with his, and said, "My hero!"

And of course he blushed.

I called home at lunch time and told mom that I had met someone in the park and I was going to skip lunch. She had no objections. I didn't think she would. She may feel bad about the state of our relationship now. But she was no less uncomfortable around me than dad was. I knew she was relieved that I wasn't coming home for lunch.

I had begun to wish that I had kept my mouth shut instead of telling my parents off and pointing out to them that I had never really been a part of the family. My home life wasn't happy before. But my parents didn't take so much pleasure in my absence and they didn't act like they were walking through a mine field whenever I was around.

Chris and I spent the day together and I experienced something that I never felt before. I actually wished that there was somewhere that the two of us could go to have some privacy.

Before I got into all of the trouble I was in now I had been just about to give in to Don's constant attempts to get in my pants. But to be honest, although I got turned on by all the kissing and the touching, I would have been doing it more to please him than because it was something I wanted to do.

Now, though, I found myself wanting very much to make love to Chris. I was no longer a virgin. But I had yet to make love to a boy for the first time. I was sure that it would be different than all of the rapes I had been subjected to. And he was so sweet. I wanted to hug him to death.

But we didn't have a place like that. So we held hands and talked and he held me in his arms. We finally called it a day, reluctantly, when it was time to go home for supper. He walked me home and we made plans to meet next Sunday. I agreed to call him when I got home at night so that we could talk for a few minutes. He promised not to let the things he saw at the judge's house bother him and not to do anything stupid when he saw them abusing me.

That Sunday was the quickest twenty-four hours of my life, up until I got home. I tried to help with supper. I had been required to for nearly as long as I could remember. But my mother wouldn't let me help.

The evening meal was eaten in silence except that Laura asked me about Chris. I think she just wanted to hear the sound of a human voice. I made it sound like I had run into someone I knew from school and we spent the day talking. I'd tell Laura the full story later in my room.

The sad thing about a Sunday that passes so quickly is that before I knew it I was standing by the living room window watching for the car to take me back to hell house. And it came, right on time.

I said goodbye to Laura and my mother and went out and got in the car. Aaron did not already have his cock out and he didn't make me suck it on the ride back into servitude. He informed me, none too happily, that he had been instructed to leave me alone, just this once. Mrs. Porter wanted me in pristine condition when I arrived.

I didn't like the sound of that. But I knew when I got up this morning that I was going to be raped and abused. All I could do was try to keep from losing my mind.

Aaron didn't bother to escort me inside today. He let me out at the door and drove the car around to the garage. I noticed that Mrs. Porter had visitors. There were half a dozen cars lining the circular driveway near the door, one more reason to be nervous.

I entered the house and walked through to the room where I usually found Mrs. Porter eating her lunch. As I expected, she was not alone today. There were six women at the table. I heard them laughing and talking as I neared the room. But when I entered they all fell silent and turned to look me over.

Mrs. Porter introduced me. It wasn't your usual introduction. She said, "Ladies, here is the little slut I was telling you about. Lindsey, come over here."

I went over to stand beside Mrs. Porter and as I did I looked around at the women who were staring at me with expressions that reminded me very much of the looks on the faces of the boys that had gang raped me out in the backyard on Saturday.

I remembered her saying on Friday that the ladies were going to love me. I guess these were the ladies. They were all about the same age as Mrs. Porter. Four of them were as fit as she was. But one of them was, well, let me be generous and say plump. The sixth was fat.

No one spoke for a moment. But at last Mrs. Porter asked, "Well, ladies? Was I right?"

One of them said, "She is adorable. She is really sixteen? She doesn't look it."

Mrs. Porter smiled and said, "I know. That's why she delights me so. She just turned sixteen. But she could easily pass for two years younger. And she was a virgin until my horny husband got his hands on her last Monday. She has had a little experience since then. She is still quite new at this though. I don't want to give her a swelled head. But she took to eating pussy like you wouldn't believe. She is a real natural. You girls are going to love her."

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as she confirmed my fears. The women saw how I felt about what I was going to have to do. They seemed to be looking forward to raping me just as much as the males around here did.

One of the women said, "It's too bad we can't do the show first. But I hate it when they get all nasty and smelly."

Another woman said, "You need to get the judge to find you another one of these little cunts, Karen. Then we could have one of them put on a show while the other keeps us happy."

Mrs. Porter smiled and said, "I like that idea. But it's harder than you might think to get these dumb kids out here. First he has to find one that is young enough and pretty enough. She has to be stupid enough to get into some situation that leaves her with no choice but to agree to come out here and let herself be used this way. A lot of things have to come together. And now, I think it's time for some cumming together. Lindsey, get out of those clothes."

While I was undressing, Mrs. Porter opened a small spiral notebook and said, "Let's see. According to this, the order today is; Donna, Jacqui, Carol, Amanda, Polly, and Justine."

Some of the women complained that they would have to wait so long for their turn. Mrs. Porter offered them the use of Susan or Marie but they all wanted to take their turns raping the new girl, me.

As soon as I was naked I was sent around the room so that the ladies could examine me. They weren't as cruel or as painful in their examinations as the boys and men were. Or at least most of them weren't. One of the women had a lot of sadist in her.

Most of them only ran their hands lightly over my breasts, tweaked my nipples and teased my pussy. But the fat woman had a cruel streak in her. She pinched my nipples until I cried out. She laughed at my response and then her hand moved down and her fingers began to squeeze my labia just as hard as she did my nipples.

I cried out again and almost fell to my knees. I had tears in my eyes when she finally stopped pinching me. She just smiled and patted my cheek affectionately. Then she said, "Don't worry, baby. By the time you have served your sentence you will get used to it. You're just a little too sensitive. We are going to take that out of you. The judge and Mrs. Porter have already started. And the show you will be putting on for us later should help."

They toyed with me for a little longer. I was passed around like a sex toy. But then, I guess that what I was to them. Finally one of the women stood up and said, "Come with me, dear. Let's find out if you are as good as Karen says you are."

I followed her out of the room but she made me precede her up the stairs to one of the guest bedrooms so that she could enjoy the show I suppose. She closed the bedroom door and ordered me to undress her.

While I removed her blouse and skirt she informed me that she was not "into" women. But, she liked the way the girls that Karen trained could perform cunnalingus. She didn't want to kiss me or make love to me. She only wanted me to eat her out better than she had ever been eaten out before.

She ordered me to remove her panties and she got up on the bed, still wearing her bra. She spread her legs and said, "You may begin now."

It was all so cold and impersonal. But that was fine with me. I had no desire to make love to her either. I climbed up onto the bed between her legs. She had apparently never trimmed the hair anywhere around her pussy. I couldn't even see it! I leaned closer and started running my tongue up through where I knew her vagina must be. Once the hair got wet and matted I could finally locate the opening. I began to eat her out the way I had been taught.

She watched me for a while. I couldn't see any signs that what I was doing was having any effect on her. I was starting to get worried because I knew I would suffer for it if I didn't satisfy her.

But even though her breathing never seemed to change she finally closed her eyes and stiffened up just slightly. She started making a strange noise over and over. It sounded like she was exhaling short breaths very forcefully. It made a sound like, "Chuh! Chuh! Chuh!" She repeated that same sound. It reminded me of a steam engine just starting to leave the station in one of those old black and white movies.

She clamped her thighs down on my head for a moment and then it was over and she pushed me away.

I waited for her to tell me that it was over, or order me to start again. But that was it. She sighed and then snapped, "Get your nasty ass out of the way so I can get up!"

I think she was just trying to hide her true feelings for me. It was probably unavoidable that she would fall in love with me after what we had just done. The cold, fucking bitch!

I got up and stood back out of the way. She swung her feet out of the bed and sat up. She never looked at me. Not once now that she had used me to get her rocks off. She got up and wiped her crotch off with a towel from a pile of hand towels on the nightstand.

She quickly put her clothes back on and ordered me back downstairs. The way she was talking to me you might have thought that I had just raped her! The psycho bitch!

As soon as I entered the room another of Mrs. Porter's friends got to her feet and said, "Ladies, don't wait up for me."

She waved me back upstairs and followed me back up to the bedroom. When we entered, Marie was just finishing up. She had rushed in to put fresh linens on the bed while I was taken downstairs and handed off.

She gave me a sympathetic look on the way out of the room and winked at me. It wasn't much. But it helped that there was someone that knew what I was going through and felt sympathy for me.

Once again I helped a strange woman undress. All of Mrs. Porter's friends looked sophisticated. But this one had more than that. There was a feel of power she gave off that reminded me of the judge. She was used to being obeyed.

She wasn't quite as cold as the first woman had been. She asked me a little about myself. I didn't really feel like sharing. But I was too afraid not to answer her questions. So I answered her prying personal questions. But it was obvious from what she asked that she already knew a great deal about me.

When I finished undressing her she put a hand behind my head and pulled me close. She started kissing me like a man would, really taking control. At the same time her other hand cupped my vulva and began to explore.

When she discovered that I was still dry she chuckled and said, "Good. Nice and clean. That Donna! She certainly is a selfish bitch, and lazy, too."

The first woman may have been selfish and lazy. But I preferred her to the second. She required me to make love to her the way Mrs. Porter made love to me that first day. It took much longer and was a lot more work.

What made it worse was that she insisted on eating me to an orgasm and seemed to consider making me cum a personal challenge. I might have tried to fake it but I was pretty sure she would know the difference. She obviously had a lot more experience with orgasm than I did.

By the time I was passed along to the fifth of Mrs. Porter's friends I was getting exhausted. Unfortunately, the fifth woman was the cruel, fat woman who took so much pleasure in tormenting me when they were tormenting me around the table downstairs. She was even more brutal when we were alone.

I led her up to the same room I had been using to entertain the previous four women. She closed the door and placed her huge purse on the bed. The feverish look on her face scared the hell out of me. And I quickly learned that I had every right to be worried.

The woman reached into her purse and pulled out a blindfold. She placed it over my eyes and the fear was instantly ramped up several notches. I heard her going back into her purse. A moment later she spun me around roughly and handcuffed my hands behind my back.

I listened closely, and very nervously, while the woman undressed. I was nervous about being blindfolded and not having the use of my hands to defend myself. But I was not that upset that I wasn't going to have to see that fat woman with her clothes off.

I heard her digging around in that giant purse again. I wasn't able to decipher the sounds that followed. Not until she stepped up and I felt her body rubbing against me. Her big stomach and her huge, pendulous breasts pressed against me and I shuddered in revulsion. At the same time something long and hard and cold was being forced between my upper thighs and rubbing against my vulva.

The woman finally spoke in a cold, heartless voice. She chuckled and said, "You've been having a pretty easy afternoon so far. Those other women don't know how to really enjoy a little cunt like you. The only reason I put up with those bitches and that arrogant Porter cunt is so that I can enjoy the pitiful little waifs that the judge brings home from work. Well, sweetheart, rest period is over."

She stepped back and I felt something press against my lips. She forced something that was large and warm and greasy into my mouth. I caught a whiff of something unpleasant before it was buried in my mouth, almost to my throat.

She fastened some straps behind my head. While she was securing that thing in my mouth she delighted in explaining what it was. "That is the butt plug that has been in my ass all morning. I've been keeping it warm for you, baby. I'll take it out later so you can eat my pussy. But we need to keep it in there for the foreplay. If you didn't have that thing in your mouth we might be interrupted. We don't want that."

She moved back around in front of me and grabbed a handful of my hair. She almost lifted me up off of the floor by my hair. With those large hands and huge arms I didn't doubt that she could have.

The reason for all of this preparation became painfully obvious a second later. I felt a horrible pain explode across my breasts. I screamed around the butt plug in my mouth but almost no sound escaped.

She struck me again before I fully realized what was going on. I nearly pulled the hair she was holding in her ham-like fist out of my head when I attempted to get away from her and from that horrible pain.

She struck my breasts twice more. Then she stopped hitting me and began to pinch and twist my nipples until I thought I would pass out from the pain.

In a brief lucid moment I wondered how a woman could do this to another female. What about this could be exciting to anyone?! But she went back to work with whatever it was she was beating me and there was no more time for thinking.

She struck my breasts again. Then she began to strike other sensitive areas of my body. She beat me on my stomach and my thighs. She moved around and covered my back and the backs of my legs with vicious blows.

The rain of blows finally stopped and I could hear her panting right beside me. I was crying hysterically, but very little sound was escaping from me. I was struggling for breath and that added to my panic. My nose was running so I had to struggle to breathe through my largely obstructed mouth.

My situation didn't improve when she bent me over and pressed my face down on the bed. I managed to turn my head enough to enable me to suck in a little oxygen between sobs. But my breath was driven from me when something was driven into my exposed pussy from behind. It was long and fat and my pussy was completely dry. I felt like I was being torn apart inside.

The woman's big stomach and fat thighs slammed into me and I figured out that she must have something strapped to her pubic area like a big fake cock or something and she was fucking me with it.

She pulled back and slammed into me again, grunting loudly with each thrust. I didn't understand. What could she possibly be getting out of this?! It was a rubber cock for Christ's sake! She couldn't be getting pleasure from that!