Chapter 1

The ringing bell snapped me out of my daydream. I was back in the grotto again and my owner was about to fuck my little pussy. I was so small and he was so big, how he fit that thing in me I'll never understand. But he did and it felt great, and he always made me cum whenever he fucked me with it. I was thinking about it again. It seemed that those thoughts were starting to fill both my sleeping dreams and my daydreams. Looking down, my notebook was still open and I was staring at the doodle I'd been working on when my brain decided to check out from my boring biology class. All the kids around me were collecting their things and I was still sitting there like an idiot.

"Ali, you coming?"

Looking up, it was my best friend Becky, also kind of my sister and the closest thing to family I have in this world. She was staring down at me, I think I was the last person in the room still in my seat. Becky's long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and cascaded down the front of her school uniform and onto her ample chest. Her green eyes sparkled just like her smile as she stared at me in my immobile state. We were in the eighth grade at an exclusive all-English private school in Caracas, Venezuela. How we got here is a long story, but since you've read this far, I might as well fill you in, just in case you want the dirt. If a story filled with lots of sex and a smattering of violence isn't your thing, don't read on.

Becky and I became fast friends after I was placed with my foster family. I met her at the park I played at every day. It was my refuge and as it turned out, it was hers too. Foster care sucked, here's how I ended up there. My dad was a Marine and he was killed in Iraq back when they were overthrowing Saddam Hussein. I was nine years old. My mom couldn't take his loss and turned to alcohol and other men to take away the pain, or at least that's what the counselors tried to tell me in their polite way. The plain truth was my mom freaked out and turned into a huge alcoholic slut. Then one night she accidentally killed herself when she tried driving home from the bar wasted, and hit a tree head on. Dumb bitch never even thought to put her seatbelt on. The rest is straight from a horror movie.

With no other family to take care of me, I was put into foster care and put up for adoption. The family I was placed with were close person friends with the placement officer, so I got fast-tracked into their home. They were nice but their daughter was a psycho. I wish I had known that before everything got crazy, but like all kids, you can't pick your parents, or your brothers or sisters. Sometimes you get great ones, like my dad, sometimes you get crazies. The Moffat's daughter Miranda was one of the crazies. I didn't know it, or even suspect it at the time, I just thought she was a bitch because I was prettier than she was. I got the whole story out of Luis after he rescued us. Senor Castillo knew the whole story since he'd arranged everything, and he made Luis keep the whole thing a secret. Well, back to the story.

The Moffat's daughter Miranda was out to get me and she had the help of her friend Stacy. Stacy had some doctor by the balls and could blackmail him for just about anything she needed. She was twelve and this doctor had fucked her and she had proof of it, so he was screwed big time if he didn't do what she needed. What Miranda needed from Stacy was the same hormones that had helped Stacy grow great big boobs almost overnight. I never got the whole story why Stacy had decided to become some cheap slut, but she had some friend who was there with her every step of the way.

Why did she need to jack me up with hormones you might wonder? Apparently Stacy was whoring for her drug dealer and his supplier was some big-time Mexican drug lord. The drug lord had fucked Stacy and liked her youth and big tits, and wanted her to go back to Mexico with him. She wouldn't do it, but immediately thought of him when Miranda mentioned she wanted to get rid of me. Why did Miranda want to get rid of me so badly? I'm pretty and Miranda is... , well, homely. Her mom doted over me so much that it made Miranda crazy jealous and I'm sure she would have killed me and buried my body somewhere if she could've have gotten away with it.

Miranda practically jumped at the idea of shipping me off to Mexico, but I was only nine and too under-developed for what the drug lord would want me for. They thought the hormones would bridge the gap between what I had to offer and what the Drug Lord was looking for, so Stacy arranged to get the hormones from the doctor. Stacy gave Miranda the same hormones she was taking only instead of giving them to me in pill form, she'd had the doctor supply her with a concentrated injectable form of the hormones. Miranda would knock me out with tranquilizers she was slipping into the hot chocolate she so kindly made for me, and then she would inject me with the hormones.

It was crazy, my body changed almost magically in a very short time. My tits sprouted in no time, and I was so incredibly horny that I couldn't stop playing with my pussy. Within days of taking the injections, I was down at the local park letting every boy in sight finger my pussy. I had real honest to goodness boobs by then too! I was practically stripped down naked and fondled by a group of boys ranging from my age up to like twelve or something. That was when the first boy pushed his little dick into my cunt, although at the time I had no idea what I was supposed to call it. Names like pussy and cunt were completely foreign to me. Anyway, back to the story, I was so completely horny that I let all the boys fuck me that day and I would have let them keep fucking me all night too, but one by one the left to go home for dinner. I had to leave too, so I reluctantly I dressed and went home. After dinner, my horniness hadn't abated one little bit, so I told Mrs. Moffat that I was going over to my friend Becky's house, but instead I went back down to the park for more sex. I was disappointed when none of the boys were there since I was horny beyond all belief, so I did what any normal girl being dosed with massive amounts of hormones would do, I masturbated on a picnic table in public.

These three guys stumbled upon me and saw me cumming on the table and asked me if I fucked too. I told them "yes", so I let them fuck me. You'd understand my actions if you knew how horny those hormones made me. It was also my first time I sucked a cock and it was also the first time I fucked a black guy. He was really gentle and I really liked him for that, Jerome I think his name was. It's odd that I would remember that considering how many thousands of guys I've fucked since then, given that I don't remember hardly any other guy's names other than his.

So after those guys were done with me and left, I saw this guy coming directly towards me walking his dog. He must have been watching because he'd heard my name and called me by it, and then proceeded to rape me unceremoniously right there on the ground. The bastard even let his dog fuck me after he was done. A premonition of things to come you could say, but that's for later.

So the next day my best friend Becky came over. I had just climbed out of the shower when she showed up. Let me describe what I looked like at that point, keep in mind I was only nine years old, and given the same amount of hormones that had transformed Miranda's friend Stacy from a flat-chested twelve year old into a DD Goddess in only three weeks. Except they gave me that same quantity in only three or four days! I had B-cup boobs sprout out from my chest in that short period of time. My pussy transformed overnight from being just a slit between my legs that I peed out of, into magnet for anything sexual, I couldn't keep my hands off of it and I couldn't keep things out of it. I experimented with things to stick in my pussy, and found that I liked this big thick carrot nestled in my immature hole, it was also the thing which I used to take my virginity. Of course that was before I found out that dicks would become my favorite thing to shove in there. That was the day before I got abducted though, so I guess I really didn't get much of a chance to really decide what I liked best. After that the choice was removed for me.

Becky and I were heading down to the park when these guys grabbed us and threw us in this van. I remember getting pricked in the arm and then everything went black. We woke up together, Becky and I, on a private jet, and that was the start of our adventure into hell.

They were only supposed to kidnap me, but they grabbed Becky too and then the next thing we knew, we were in Mexico and the personal property of one of Mexico's biggest drug lords, Jose Castillo. He had his man-servant Luis continue giving me the hormones, and he gave them to Becky too. I think we were both fucked by Jose Castillo that same night, and several times a day, every day after that. Pretty soon we looked like a science experiment gone bad, our boobs swelled up to enormous proportions, easily DD or bigger, and on a pair on nine year olds it was beyond ridiculous. We became Castillo's private pleasure providers, and not just to him either, he leant us out to his business partners and his family and friends. We were getting fucked multiple times a day by many different men, that's when things took a turn for the worse.

Senor Castillo's driver was taking me home from an overnight sex session at some business partner's home when he took a detour and took me to some camp or something. It was a collection of shacks and the guy had me fuck a bunch of the guys there. After that, he did this same routine every time he picked me up from somewhere, and the number of guys that fucked me kept going up. Each time it was only for a short period of time, maybe an hour or more, so they stuffed as many cocks in me as they could in that short time. I think the most they got in me was around thirty in an hour. That's a lot of fucking in anyone's book!

That's when they started experimenting, doing crazy shit to see what I was willing to do, the first thing they made me do was drink a bowl of cum. You see the guys fucked me but didn't cum in me. Instead they spewed their stuff into this bowl and then made me drink it down. When I did that successfully, they went on to other stuff like making me drink a bowl full of animal cum, I think it was from dogs. Don't ask me how they got a bowl full of dog cum!

So every few days Senor Castillo would lend me out for sex out to whomever he instructed, and the driver would be sent to retrieve me the next morning. Instead of bringing me straight back, he would take me to the camp and from then on they did just about everything imaginable to me. I sucked off just about every farm animal they could lay their hands on. I even fucked a donkey once! That thing was fucking huge! I don't know how my little pussy didn't rip apart seeing as how young I was. I'm sure I could handle it now that I'm fourteen - oh shit, did I just say that?

I guess that brings me back to where I am right now. You see I haven't had sex since the day Luis rescued us, and I haven't even really thought about it at all until now. I don't really know why I'm thinking about it so much now anyway? Maybe it's because my hormones, my "real" hormones are starting to really kick up a fuss. I don't really know for sure, but I've been thinking about sex a lot lately and I'm getting worried because I know what I'm capable of when I get horny. I fucked nearly every guy in the town where the brothel was, and I'm sure given enough time, I could fuck just as many guys here in Venezuela. How did I get here? Well let me finish my story.

So after the donkey fucking incident, we got busted. Upon return to Senor Castillo's home, we were really late and Luis was told to inspect my pussy. After fucking 38 guys and a donkey, you can guess what my pussy looked like? Plus my tummy was all bloated from sucking down forty-plus cum shots including those from a horse and an ox and let me tell you, they can shoot some serious quantities of cum! Well Senor Castillo was pissed when I told him about what his driver had put me through. Jose killed the man right in front of me down in his dungeon. Oh yeah, Jose Castillo was a sick fucker who liked to torture little girls. He introduced me to electro-shock the hard way, he stuck acupuncture pins in my tits until there were so many it looked like my tits were encased in metal. The worst part was when he stuck this metal tube up my pussy, it was lined with these little dart things would shoot outwards when he turned it on. The bastard dipped the darts in fire ant venom and proceeded to activate it. I thought I was going to die from the pain in my pussy! I gotta hand it to the man, he knew how to torture a girl without doing any serious damage. I was back up and around the next day like nothing had happened.

That was the day of the coup. Becky and I were out riding horses in the forest. She was so turned on by my story of blowing the farm animals that she wanted to try sucking off one of the horses. That girl has one nasty little streak in her. I wouldn't be surprised if she's still fucking, even though we both vowed to never have sex again until we get married. Well Becky had just wrapped her lips around the horse's cock, see I told you she was a freak. I only did it because I had to, she was doing it for fun. I wasn't really interested in watching so as I gazed around the forest, I saw movement off in the distance. I told Becky to let go of the cock and get up on her horse. Sure enough there were a bunch of armed men sneaking up on the compound. They thought they had surprise on their sides, they didn't expect anyone would see them, but we did. We galloped back to the house and warned the guards about the armed intruders.

A big gun fight followed and Luis tried to help us escape. We got captured by the guy organizing the whole thing, Jose's cousin Caesar Castillo. Both Becky and I had fucked him before and he knew all about us and took us as one of the prizes from his successful coup. From what we were told, Caesar killed his cousin, our owner, and took over his drug manufacturing and trafficking business. From there we became Caesar's sex slaves and for the following couple of weeks we fucked hordes of men. Anybody Caesar wanted or needed favors from, we fucked. Now before you start feeling too bad for us, you have to understand that we were still jacked up on the hormones and we were always horny. We fucked anybody Caesar threw at us with great pleasure. Of course when the hormones wore off, we lost interest and it showed. When our usefulness ended he put us into a brothel he owned and from there it got ugly.

We were tattooed and pierced as per Caesar's instructions. All his whores were tattooed with his distinctive yellow butterfly at the base of our throats and his name was tattooed on our shoulders. But it didn't end there, we were special, we were the pretty white American girls, we got the Spanish word for "whore" tattooed over our cunts. It was ugly, the word "PUTA" in big block letters right over our pretty little pussies. It was meant to show us exactly what we were thought of. And the fun didn't end there.

Then he had us pierced all over; we had our nipples pierced with these little rings with a golden bell attached to each. They jingled whenever we moved, especially when we were getting fucked. It was our punishment I guess for being cute and white and stranded in Mexico. The jingling went on hour after hour, day after day. The bells didn't just jingle while we had sex, we were instructed to jingle our bells after every guy fucked us, a symbolic gesture that we were ready for the next guy to fuck us. If we didn't jingle our titty bells, we got punished.

We got fucked all hours of the day, every day of the week. We got breaks, a few hours here and there, but that was about it. One cock after another. Becky and I shared a small room with a rickety divider between us. I could hear her getting rutted nonstop like I was. Our titty bells were jingling in unison most hours of the day. After a while we couldn't even feel the cocks as they pounded away into our soggy holes. We were numb to the pain. We were violated in every hole we had to offer.

I lost track of the days we were there, one day stretched into the next. We were expected to service men all hours of the day. We were so exhausted from the physical abuse and from the lack of sleep. We were zombies from the sleep deprivation and from the lack of proper nourishment. All we got to eat were beans, rice, water and cum. Guess which one we got the most of? Cum isn't exactly the most nutritious stuff in the world apparently, but I suppose it helped supplement our meager diet.

Oh yeah, I forgot to finish the part about the piercings. They pierced our pussy lips with these brass rings. Apparently in the olden days they would thread wire through the rings and sew your pussy closed so you couldn't fuck outside the brothel. I guess some owners were worried their whores would try to earn money for themselves outside of the brothel and wanted to prevent it. They'd put a lock on the ends of the wires so all the girl could do was pee out of her hole. Anyway, I think for us it was done as additional punishment since we never left the brothel and rarely ever left our room. The possibility of us going out looking for more sex was something that simply was never going to happen.

We had no tears left to shed after a while. Like I said, we were zombies, we were physically and mentally brutalized. That was why we didn't even recognize Luis the day he came to rescue us. We thought he was just another guy there to fuck us. I laid back and spread my legs and waited for him to lie down on top of me. When I looked up and saw the man crying I was confused, that's when I recognized him.

Luis had been our friend, our only friend at Jose Castillo's mansion. He was also the one who had administered our hormones at his boss' request. He felt extremely guilty about what had been done to us and the part he'd played in it, turning us into horny little circus freaks with our womanly bodies built on a child's frame.

I asked him why he was crying as I lay there naked, my legs still spread as they usually were. He was looking down at my body and he sobbed. Nature can play cruel jokes, just like men can. I was pregnant you see, well actually we were both pregnant. The massive doses of hormones had apparently kick-started our bodies into thinking we were going through puberty and everything turned on, not just the external things like growing boobs, and hair above our cunts. You name it, it started, our periods (although I think I maybe had one before I got knocked up), armpit hair, my hips got wider, and the ever-popular teenage curse, acne. I love that little gem most of all!

Luis told us the story of how he had escaped from the attack, he was shot in the leg and was trapped under a burning wall long enough to take some serious burns to his body. He guessed Caesar's guys thought he was dead and left him there. He was able to pull himself free and fled with Jose's "emergency backup plan", two suitcases full of money and ID's. The ID's were all Jose's, so they didn't do anyone any good, but the ten million dollars in US currency sure did!

I recall sitting there on the edge of my soiled cot with my tits and my titty bells resting on my knobby kneecaps as Luis retold the story of Caesar's successful takeover. He'd called Jose's pilot at his private landing strip when the shooting started and told him to have the plane ready for our escape. His instructions were to take off in fifteen minutes, with or without Senor Castillo, and wait for further instructions. Of course nobody ever made it to the airstrip, so the pilot took off and headed for safety.

Luis' wounds took a long time to heal, but once they did, he came looking for us. Part of Jose's emergency plan in case anything ever happened to him, was to liberate Becky and I and provide us with a safe future. Even though he'd done horrible things to us, he apparently loved us deeply and wanted to use his considerable wealth to look after us. Well... , Luis followed through with Jose's plan and rescued us, partly out of guilt for what he'd done to our bodies with the hormones, and also so he could be included in the life of luxury we'd be living in with the ten million he had from Jose's safe.