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Important Standard Disclaimer: Read full Legal implications and disclaimer "Sold by Daddy" took me some time to write. Why? Because it is based on a real event that happened. Most details in this story has happened in real life. This should make us think about parents more and consider some parents are doing this to their children. Again, this could be your next door neighbour.
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Shout - Episode one (Click here) Shout - Episode 2
Fairyboi
(F);
Welcome to Shout. This is where we interview some people that have
experienced the taboo of incest and abuse by an adult. The language on
this show is very direct. Nothing has been censored. We have done this so
nothing is hidden, and you know what really happens. Shout is meant for
you to think.
In
This episode, we will be speaking with Sydney. She was a child prostitute.
This story will shock you, and maybe after hearing this story, you will
want to do something about child prostitution, even if is a small prayer
for the children.
Before
I invite Sydney Out, I would like to present you with a few facts. If
Oprah can, so can I…
F:
Welcome to the show Sydney. This is very brave of you to be here. Can you
not tell us a bit about you?
Sydney
(S):
My name is Sydney. I am 12 years old now. I like horses and dogs and
shopping. I do not have lots of friends. My best friend is my sister Kia.
F:
What
was your relationship with your mother?
S:
Mommy was always sick or something, so she never said much or did much.
She spent a lot of time on the sofa sleeping or in bed. She just got up
and looked at TV once in a while taking some tablets so she wouldn’t
feel bad.
Every
time I tried to say hello to her or play with he, she just said she is too
tired and couldn’t. Sometimes I wondered if she even remembered my name.
F:
That
meant that your father took care of you?
S:
Yes, he did
everything. He fed me and bought me clothes. He helped me take a bath, put
me to bed and everything. He always said I was pretty and I would make men
very happy, as I grew older. He especially said this when he was buying me
clothes or giving me a bath
F:
What
do you mean when he was buying you clothes?
L:
Daddy
always said that I had a nice body, so I should not be embarrassed to show
it. This meant that he bought me clothes that were tight or showed my
body. You know like small skirts or tops that were too big that you can
nearly look down them. He loved spaghetti tops, where the straps always
fell down and showed my flat breasts. He loved taking pictures of me.
Later I found out that he sold them on the web.
F:
He
has done this since you were small, even before school. Looking back at
this, did you not feel slutty and notice other girls your age were dressed
differently?
L:
I noticed
that mothers looked at me with their noses in the air. Men would stare at
me, and this made my daddy happy. Sometimes if we were walking, he would
lower the strap on my top and then smile as men stared at my flat boobs.
I
don’t know. I was below the age of 5. I didn’t understand what being
sexual was. I didn’t know what sex was. I didn’t know why old men
would be interested in me. I still think they would want to look at
someone with bigger breasts. Not a 3 or 4 year old that did not have
anything at all.
I
didn’t notice what clothes I had on. I really loved party dresses that
were long, but otherwise I just wore what Daddy bought
F:
Looking
back, what do you think about your father putting slutty pictures of you
on the web and selling them?
S:
It is
embarrassing. But one thing is that I was not naked. In some pictures, you
could see my nipples or you could see my pussy through shorts without
panties or baggy panties.
I
really don’t think about these pictures. I know that Daddy made a lot of
money. But it was years later that I found out about them, so it was only
then that I thought about them.
F:
You
often say that the sex you had as a child was your own fault, why is this?
S:
When I was
nearly 6, I was taking a bath with Daddy. I was sitting on him playing
with some ducks. But I quickly got bored. Then I seen Daddies cock. Of
course I have seen it before. But I noticed that it was big and long.
Don’t know why I did it, I just put my arms around it and started
feeling it. It was soft and smooth, and hard at the same time. I felt
funny in my tummy. He didn’t get mad at me so I just continued feeling
it. He told me I was so sexy and he liked the fact that I loved him.
I
smiled because I was making Daddy smile and happy. I started rubbing his
cock and he was groaning and calling me names like slut and whore. I
didn’t know what they meant, so I just continued. At the end some white
stuff came out and hit me on my mouth, that was open and my eyes. It
really hurt my eyes and it tasted very strange.
I
started crying because I was so afraid of the white stuff. Daddy hugged me
and told me that it was love juice, and in time, I would love it. When I
seen it, it just meant that men loved me.
F:
But
why was this your fault?
S:
Can’t you
see that he didn’t ask me to do it? I did it myself. This was my first
sexual experience. If I didn’t do it, then maybe none of the other
things would have happened. It was me that wanked him until he came. I
could see that he liked it. I loved when my Daddy was happy and loved me.
I wanted to be loved because mummy didn’t love me at all.
F:
Could
you not see with the slutty clothes and sexual comments, that he was
grooming you?
S:
You mean he
wanted me to do it. I don’t know. I suppose he did. After that when we
were in the bath, he would rub my pussy. He said it was a lovely pussy. He
liked the fact that I had small pussy lips and a little mound above it.
When I spread my legs, the clit came out a bit. He would rub it and ask me
did that make me feel good. I just mumbled and said Mmmm.
Then
he said that he made me happy, now it was time to make him happy. So I
rubbed his cock until he made the white stuff. He told me to open my mouth
because it was a game. The game was when he squirted; he wanted to see how
much would go in my mouth. At this stage, I learned to close my eyes.
He
never talked about it or even asked if I liked it. He said that girls
learn how to love it and I was very sexy and he loved me.
F:
Your
mother must have noticed something?
S:
She
could hardly remember what her name was. She was always sleeping and just
sitting on the sofa. If we came out from the bath, she would just say,
" I hope you two enjoyed yourself”, then she would tell me to get
dressed. If she did know, which I think she did deep down, she did not
have the energy or love enough to say it.
F:
So
did your games with your father develop?
S:
I was
nearly 7, when he got tired of playing in the bath. Then he said he would
teach me how to take a shower. I said that I could do it myself. He said
who has he to look at then. I didn’t understand this, but knew he
thought I couldn’t take a shower by myself.
When
we took showers, it was always the same. He would sit me on the toilet and
tell me to sit with my knees up. This meant he could look down my top or
what ever I was wearing. He
could also see my panties, and if I was wearing baggy panties, he could
look at my pussy. He never looked at his clothes. He just looked at me
while he got out of them. Then after he would sit down on the toilet and
take off my clothes. Not that I had much on.
Then
we would go in the shower and we would start washing ourselves. I loved
when he washed my hair. His fingers would go through it and scratch my
head. Then he would hold my chin so I was facing him. He would say that I
have to learn and like what men wants before I got married. I used to
think that there is at least 12 years before I can get married. Why
can’t we wait until then? Then he would point his cock at me and start
pissing. At first, I thought it was gross. He wanted me to smile, but I
didn’t want to because every time I smiled his pee would go in my mouth.
I know it was not that much, but it tasted bitter. It took me a few months
to like it. I liked the warm feeling against me, if I did not think about
what it was. I believed him though that girls really liked this. At first
I didn’t understand why, but that’s why daddy was teaching me. After
some time I liked when it, even if a bit was went in my mouth. I liked it
after a bit.
After
he peed, I had to clean his cock. It was not good enough that I have
cleaned it with my hands. I had to put it in my mouth, while he told me
that I was the world’s best cocksucker and I should be proud that I
could do it. I learned how to slowly lick the sides, and then kissed the
top lightly. He would go crazy when I kissed the top of his cock. After
nibbling a bit, I would put more and more of it in my mouth. It was fat
and hard at the same time. He moaned and called me cocksucker and whore as
his dick was going in and out of my mouth. After a bit he would sperm in
my mouth. I learned how to swallow the most of it.
F:
What was the first time like? Did
you like being a cocksucker?
S:
I was 7. When he peed on me the first time, I thought it was gross.
It smelled but it was warm. As I said he kept on telling me that girls
like it, so I just let him do it. After some time I enjoyed it. I know
that sounds gross, but it’s the truth. It didn’t hurt or anything. And
if I was going to make my daddy happy, then this was the easiest way.
The
first time he stuck his cock in my mouth I was very afraid. I was crying.
But he told me to shut up because every girl had to learn how to give
blowjobs. It was big in my mouth and I was still crying. It was like
having a snake in my mouth. He would put it in and take it out and call me
names like slut, whore, and cocksucker. At first I thought he hated me
when he called me names. But it was to show I was making him happy. I was
occupied anyhow thinking about that huge snake in my mouth. I felt like I
was going to vomit when it hit the back of my throat.
In
the start, I really hated it. I hated the world. I didn’t dare to tell
anyone. This was the hardest part. I wanted to ask my friends are they
also cocksuckers, and do they like it? But what if they said no. Then they
will all think I was weird, and I would have no friends.
The
first time he cummed in my mouth, I started to cough and spit and cry. It
was hard to breath. I spat it out while I was coughing and tears running
out of my eyes. It tasted like thick salt. At first I hated the taste. But
like anything else, you get used to it.
F:
You felt like you were the only girl that did this?
S:
Mummy came in a few times and caught us. She do anything about it except
say, “Is that the best you can find?”
I
already said I couldn’t tell friends. I didn’t know what was normal
and what incest was. I think I convinced myself that this is how it should
be.
When
I sucked Daddy or wore the clothes he said, I knew it made him happy.
Since I was born, I have learned that it was very important to make him
happy.
F:
Tell us about the house parties that started when you were 7?
L:
Shortly after he started all that in the shower, he would invite one of
his friends over. I would sit in his lap with just a bathrobe or some
short dress and they would talk and talk.
While
they talked Dad would do something that showed my flat boobs. The men
would just say how much they like flat boobs and mine were perfect.
Sometimes they would say that it’s a shame that girls grow up. All this
time I would sit quiet and smile my best, except when he squeezed my
nipples or twisted them. I would of course scream and beg them to stop.
This didn’t help. They would explain to me in a harsh tone that I did
not decide what was happening; after all I did want to make them happy.
Then
their little show would continue when slowly my pussy would be exposed.
The visitor of course was drooling and this made daddy smile. He seemed to
like when I turned them on.
Then
he would start playing with my pussy. It was nearly like a sex Ed class,
where he would show the man how tight and small my pussy lips were. Then
he would spread my legs and the man would stare in my pussy. I would just
look at the mans hair or something else. Then my daddy or the man would
put their finger in my cunt and move it around. They would be very happy
if I moaned. Daddy told me to beg them not to stop. This always made the
men happier and that made daddy happy.
When
they left, they would give daddy some money.
F:
Was it the same man?
S:
No. There were different men. One was my teacher and one was the priest
and there were about 14 others.
F:
So was Daddy always with you?
S:
No. After a while, it would start with me sitting on the sofa when daddy
was talking with the man. I would open my robe so he can see my body. They
would talk. Sometimes I would touch my pussy and masturbate a bit, because
daddy told me that this would make him happy. I was a bit embarrassed
because the man could see me doing something very rude and private.
Especially my teacher because I had to see him the next day
After
the man gave daddy money, I would go in my room. The man would take all
his clothes off and I just took off my robe. The usual thing was that they
would lie in the bed beside me and then whisper sweet things in my ear.
They would say how pretty I was, and how sexy my body was, especially
because I was flat and had no hair. Then they would kiss me while they
felt my nipples. Sometimes it was like kissing an ashtray. Other times,
they had huge tongues. Sometimes I liked it. I didn’t complain. I just
let them do what they want.
Their
hand would be all over me like I was a Barbie doll. They would feel very
inch of my body. Especially my nipples and bellybutton. All the time they
would be kissing my mouth. Sometimes I would have to struggle to get them
to take a break, so I could breath.
Then
some would start licking my toes. Good thing I washed them. They would
slowly caress up my legs and thighs. I knew that if I spread my legs, they
would be happy. If they were happy then daddy was happy. Of course the men
were like in heaven when they seen my pussy. After a while I didn’t care
who looked at it. I thought everyone seen it. They weren’t allowed to
fuck me, so they would use their fingers. Sometimes it felt good, other
times it hurts if they were a bit rough. It’s a strange feeling having a
finger rubbing around your pussy. It feels nice but wrong at the same
time.
Then
they would usually lick my pussy. I thought it would be gross. But I grew
to like their tongue licking around my clit. It felt funny in my stomach,
and I groaned and told them not to stop. At the end I would shake.
Then
I would rub their cocks with my hands. They were all different sizes, but
I didn’t care. I just rubbed up and down and smiled as I seen their
faces go red. Then I would do what Dad taught me. Kiss the top of their
cock and ask them do they like it. Then kiss and lick a bit more. I would
ask if they want me to continue. What do you think they answered? Then
slowly I would put their cock in my mouth. I would start slowly, sometimes
squeezing my mouth in on the cock and trying to lick as much as I can with
my tongue. He would moan and grunt trying to push it back in my mouth.
Then
I would stop and smile and beg him to cum in my mouth. I don’t know if I
really believed it, but it made them more pervy. Then I would continue
sucking their cock. I would go quicker and quicker and its true, you could
feel the cock when it was ready to explode. When it did I would swallow
the salty goo and then lie on the bed while they walked out
F:
Did this
always happen in the bedroom?
S:
No. Daddy told them that I liked being pissed on. This turned many of them
on. So we would start in the shower where they would wash me. They would
wash my hair and my chest and my pussy very good. I must have been the
cleanest girl in town. I would lift my leg up on the side of the shower
and they would clean me. Then I would say, “ I think you forgot a bit
down there, can you do it again?”
Then
they would point their cock at my face and pee. I would smile as the piss
flowed over my face. When they finished, I would say, “ I love your
piss”
Then
we would go on my bed.
F:
Why were they not allowed to fuck you??
S:
Dad wanted to be the first
F:
So when did that happen?
S:
He planned for about 10 men to come. They all paid him loads of money.
They were all drinking and talking. I was in my room. Sitting on my bed. I
was sitting on a silver tray. There were grapes and other types of fruit
around me. This meant I had to sit very still because if I moved, I would
be in the middle of squashed fruit. I was wearing this white sheet that
looked like a Roman or Greek dress. Most of one of my legs was showing
plus one of my nipples.
The
men came into the room and I started eating a grape. Daddy said to eat the
grape slowly and to lick it before I chewed. I could have eaten 10 by the
time I have eaten one.
Daddy
was naked, and I looked at his cock that usually visited my mouth. Tonight
I knew it would be different. He told me I would be deflowered and loose
my cherry. Of course I didn’t understand a word of this.
The
fruit bowl was touched. One of pervs said that the fruit was now holy
since I touched it. That made me laugh.
Then
they laid me down on my back. I looked up at the ceiling as all their
hands were rubbing my body in oil. When I say all my body, I meant all my
body. There were rough hands and small hands. One guy put his cock in my
mouth. The others stopped and looked at daddy. But nothing was said, so I
just started sucking as the other 20 hands were exploring my body. It was
hard to concentrate, and I couldn’t move my head, so he was in control
of pushing his cock back and forth in my mouth. After a while he exploded
and I swallowed his cum, thinking the worse is not over yet
This
man that I noticed as the town doctor gave me a shot in the arm. I hated
needles. I cried as he put the needle in me, but after minutes I felt
numb. I couldn’t move a muscle in my body. I also felt a bit giddy. I
didn’t know what was happening to me. I was suddenly laughing and
smiling and feeling as I was on a pink cloud. Minutes before I was afraid
of being deflowered; now I didn’t care. I was swirling around
Daddy
lifted my legs and didn’t even bother fingering. Several other men
already fingered me, so it probably didn’t need to be fingered.
His
cock went in my pussy, and I felt a sharp pain. I tried to scream but I
couldn’t. The drugs made me so that I couldn’t move my body. The
doctor said, “Don’t worry slut, the medicine I gave you means that
this will not hurt.” He was wrong. Not about me being a slut, but that
it would not hurt. Daddy started groaning as the cock was going in and out
of me. I felt like it was never going to end. I found out years later that
it was rape. I thought about my few friends. Were they experiencing the
same as I was? I hope not. I tried opening my mussels down there, so it
didn’t feel like a bus was going in and out of me. But I couldn’t.
After
what seems like a lifetime, daddy was saying that he was cumming. He was
exploding in me. I heard this is how babies were made.
The
men left me lying on the bed. No one wiped the tears from my eyes and
asked how I felt.
F:
That must have been a horrible experience. It must he hard when you are
retelling the story again? Is this right?
S:
You noticed that I was folding my legs when I told you this. Yes the image
of it is going through my head.
I
remember afterwards that Mummy came in. She was in her usual daze and
started cleaning me. She said I was bleeding. I don’t remember that, I
just remembered her telling me, “Its your fault. Why are you so pretty?
Why do you act so slutty? I don’t understand why you even want to be a
whore and sell yourself.”
It
was then that I knew that what a whore meant, and what I was.
F:
What was
your life after this?
S:
Every day I would go to school. This was hard, because I knew what would
happen when I came home. I really wanted to tell someone or at least ask
someone if this was normal. I didn’t think it was the older I got.
Especially when some teachers warned us about pedophiles. It was hard
being a normal girl in the day and then going home at night
When
I came home from school, I would take a shower with daddy. He would rub me
all over. Especially my pussy. It felt nice when he did it, and I
convinced myself that he did it because he loved me. He would stop when I
started shaking and couldn’t nearly stand on my legs. Then he would piss
on me. I learned to like this part. As I told you, it didn’t hurt. It
just tasted strange. Then I would suck him and swallow his cum.
After
I took the shower, I would do my homework. Daddy said it was very
important that teachers thought that I did my homework. I would sit just
in my panties or in a robe when I did this. It was hard doing the
homework, as I kept on listening if the doorbell rang.
If
the doorbell rang, then my heart would beat fast and I would start
shaking. I knew it was a perv that wanted to have sex with me.
F:
Did you
know that your father was getting money for men to have sex with you?
S:
Yes,
when they came in, I would sit pretending to do my homework. Then daddy
and the perv would be talk and drink some beer or some wine. While they
would do this I would move my legs so they can see my panties or pussy. Or
I would let my robe open so they can see my boobs.
I
was used to men looking at my body now, so it didn’t embarrass me. I was
just a piece of meat for them.
After
the perv gave daddy some money, he would take me in the shower or my bed.
Daddy wouldn’t come and then I would let him use me until he couldn’t
anymore. This meant the usual feeling and sucking and fucking. Then I was
left on the bed until mummy came and washed the cum off of me reminding me
of what a slut and whore I was
F:
Were there sometimes when you had more than one customer a day?
S:
Yes. There were most two plus daddy. It was hard being a prosti so
many times a day. Especially if they wanted to do the same things and fuck
me. At the end of the day, I would feel very sore.
F:
Was being a whore such a bad experience; can you not give an example of
when it was nice?
S:
There was this man. He was about 55 years of age. He was very slow
and gray. He would take me into my room. He was very slow about
taking his own clothes off. But whatever I had was off in a rush. Then he
would caress me and kiss me in the sweetest way. We would talk about
school and he wished that he was the only one that could see me this way.
He would keep telling me how my body was. Like he would say that my pussy
lips have gotten fluffier since the last time we have seen each other. It
was nice when he gently rubbed his finger in circles while asking
questions about school and what music I liked. I would be breathing so
hard, that it was hard to answer.
Then
we would just lie in each other’s arms. This meant that he would rub my
back. Not a lot was said here, and as much as I tried to pull down his
trousers, he would not let me. I never did give him a blowjob. We would
just sit there and he would kiss me all over my face and places I was
never kissed before.
At
the end, he would be as horny as hell, and to be quite honest so was I. I
would lay doggy style while he plunged his cock in me. He didn’t call me
whore and slut and those words he called me princess. When I felt his cock
come in, I would push back. I found out not to try to squeeze my pussy
mussels, as this just meant that he would come quickly. I felt sorry for
him and I wanted to let it last, so I would push back against him and
shout that he was the best. Then he would groan like a bear and say that
it was coming. I felt the warm sperm fill me up.
After,
besides leaving me there to mummy’s insults, he would clean me. He was
very slow but gentle. Usually when he did that I would sleep very well.
F:
And the bad
experiences?
S:
It was this man that was what I call a pedo perv. When he came in I
always just wore some tights.
Then
he would take me by my arm and force me and nearly push me in the shower,
where he would nearly rip the tights off of me. He would tie me to the
back of the shower and then tell me how much he hates girls. Then he would
piss on my face while holding my nose, so the most of it went in. I was
always so afraid for him that I cried out after my Daddy. But he never
came to help. After being treated like a human toilet, I would be dragged
into the bed.
There
was no foreplay. He sat on the edge of the bed and put me over his knee.
Without saying a word, he would put me over his knees and spank me with
his hand or sometimes his shoes. It really hurt and I called after daddy
and God and everyone that could help me, but it never worked. I was left
in there with him.
Then
he would throw me on my back. He would turn me around on my knees and
legs. Then he would lick my ass. I know most people like this, but when
you are afraid of a man, you just want it to end.
He
didn’t fuck my cunt. He used my ass. It would hurt as he went in. I
think if he did it gently, then I wouldn’t be as afraid. But I was
afraid, and screaming and crying my head off. He would just plow his cock
in and out of my ass. Then he would sperm in me.
Then
he left me tied on the bed. Sometimes
it took mummy some time to come in and help me
F:
So for 3 years, you were a whore.
S:
Yes. At least daddy got a new motorcycle out of it.
F:
Did you
ever try telling someone?
S:
When I was 10, daddy arranged another show.
I was 10 then and Kia was 7. It started with Kia lying on the
floor. She had this strange sheet over that was sorta see through.
I
had leather boots on that went up to my knees and huge sunglasses. I came
in with a whip. I was told to whip her pussy. I nearly cried every time
that Kia screamed and cried. I risen the whip and slashed it down across
her breast and then at another time over her pussy. She cried and
screamed.
Then
I got on my knees and took the sheet off of her. I started kissing her on
the lips. She liked this and her tongue explored my Mouth. This calmed her
down and it seemed like she forgot the pain that she was in.
I
started licking her nipples. I thought were mine so small when I was 7?
Then Kia said something that she was not supposed to say. She said she
loved me. I looked up at her worried that she would never forgive me for
whipping her. I smiled and continued to lick her boobs and tummy.
Then
I lowered myself and started licking her pussy. I didn’t care that the
other pervs that were there where calling me lezbo and dyke. I wanted to
make Kia feel better. She did as my tongue went in and out of her pussy.
It was like I was tongue fucking her. Then I found her small clit and
started rubbing back and forth there. She was moaning and groaning saying
how much she loved me.
Then
Daddy said that there were now two whores in this family.
I
couldn’t sleep that night. Over the years, I have thought that I was
meant to be a whore. To please other men. No way was I going to let Kia
act and think she is a whore.
The
next day I wanted to tell someone. I went to the principle and told him
everything. He said just to go home and everything will be OK
F:
So did he save you and Kia??
S:
Two Nights later there was a knock at the door. It was my principle. I
smiled so much when he came through the door. Then he sat down on the
chair that the pervs usually sat and then daddy called Kia out
The
principle called me over and stripped me. I started crying and my eyes
were pleasing with him, asking if he was not going to help him. I found
out when he put me over his knee and started spanking me. He spanked me
with a cane. It was so hard that I cried and cried. I couldn’t stop
crying every time the cane touched my butt. I heard daddy explain to
Kia that this is what happens when you try to tell someone the family
secret. As I was caned more and more, that I couldn’t cry because my
voice was gone. Then I blacked out. I thought I was dead as everything
suddenly slowly went silent and black
A
few days later, I woke up in my bed. I could hardly say anything and I was
sore all over. Kia told me that daddy and the principle fucked me several
times that night. I was lying on a bloody sheet when everything was over
Then
daddy came in and sent Kia out. He sat on the bed and told me that in the
next day the doctor will be coming. From now on I would be drugged so high
that it will always make me horny and want sex. He said that I would never
tell another soul again.
F:
So what did you do?
S:
I cried that night. The next day I told my friend Janice to chat with me
on MSN that night. She said she had to go to Dance. But I begged her to
come on MSN.
That
afternoon I rushed home and went on MSN. Janice was on MSN and said she
had to go to dance. I said that’s OK, but I needed to speak with her
mum. Her Mum came on MSN. I turned on my cam and begged her not to turn it
off and leave it on until I said to turn it off. Her Mum was confused but
said she would and asked was I OK. I said no, that’s why I needed her
help. I pointed the web cam towards my bed and begged her mum not to turn
of the cam.
I
heard Daddies footsteps. I turned off the screen so the computer looked
like it was turned off.
Daddy
came in and said he needed a quick blowjob before the doctor came. I
kneeled on the bed as daddy took out his cock. He shoved it in my mouth
and starting fucking my mouth like he usually does. But this time it was
much more rough. He said that I could cry all I wanted to, because after I
got the new drugs, I would be begging for sex from now on.
I
was waiting for the police to come. My plan was that it would shock
Janice’s mother so much that she would call the police. But by the time
I was swallowing daddies cum. there was no police. I cried on my bed
F:
So you were not saved?
S:
I cried on my bed thinking that tonight I would be turned into a slut that
begged for sex every day. I was sitting on the sofa as usual wearing just
panties when the doorbell rang. My heart started beating quickly
But
everything happened in such a rush. There were many policemen that came in
and pushed daddy to the floor and handcuffed them. They were taking
pictures of me sitting there half naked.
Kia
was screaming and so was mummy. Mummy was also put in handcuffs.
This
social worker came in and took me and Kia out. We were taken to some
foster home. She explained to us that mummy and daddy has been doing some
bad things to us.
I
must have been telling them over and over the next few days what happened,
much of what I told you now. They also had me take many medical tests to
prove that someone had sex with me. I told them the truth; at one stage
this social worker started crying.
F:
Did you go
back to your old school?
S:
For one day. The principle and teacher was arrested. No one talked with
me. They just stared at me and I could hear them whisper. Sometimes I
could hear them say, “whore”. One boy came up to me and asked “ How
much?” and one girl came up and asked me what it was like having sex
with my own daddy.
At
lunchtime, I ran out of school back to the foster home. I didn’t go to
school until after the trial
F:
What happened at court?
S:
Kia and I were interviewed on video. So we wouldn’t have to look
at daddy or mummy. They were not allowed to see us at any stage. I think
Kia missed them, but I didn’t.
The
Social workers didn’t say much about what was happening at court. So I
don’t know what happened. The only thing they said was that daddy and
mummy and all the men that abused me and Kia were in prison for a very
long time
F:
What about the media?
S:
The
whole thing was on TV and the newspaper. I had seen some newspapers where
they took old pictures of our family. They would cover our faces so no one
could see it was us. That’s good because that would have been
embarrassing.
In
the foster home, anytime it was on TV or anything, our foster mom changed
the channel. She said that we have experienced enough; we do not have to
hear what we experienced over and over again.
F:
What is your relationship with boys?
S:
I don’t want a boyfriend now. There are many cute boys. But I
want to think about everything but sex. I have had enough sex to last me
for a long time. So when boys ask me out, I say we can be friends. I am
sure that I will be able to have sex again, but it’s when I get married
and to someone I love
F:
It took you a lot of courage to be here? Why did you tell us this
story that hurts you even to remember? What is your message to the
viewers?
S:
I am sure that there are a lot of pervs that hoped that I would
have been a happy whore and I would grow up and be happy to serve all me.
But I am not a sex object. I am a human being. I was being introduced to
sex when I didn’t even know what sex means. I hope that anyone who
thinks abusing a child is OK will hear my story and think about the pain
and how it has scarred my life
F:
I hope your story will inspire others and especially pedos when they think
of a child as you say as a sex object. Maybe they will see the tears on
the Childs face
That
was the first episode of SHOUT. We look forward to your response and look
forward to seeing you in the next episode, where we talk to a she-boy
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