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From: "Karen Souleman" <raven_soule@c4.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP - Karen 4 - The Beeches (MF, Ff, mf, Noncon, inc, , Pedo)
Date: Mon,  6 Aug 2001 06:10:03 -0400
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This story has little direct sex, it is more implied. It is
important for the continuation of the 'Karen' series.


KAREN - THE BEECHES

The taxi pulled up outside my house. Uncle Paul and Gail had put
me into the cab at the airport, just before they were to due to
book in. Albert, the taxi driver, had known Paul and Gail for
years and was happy to look after me while he drove me home. I
was looking forward to seeing Mum again.

Albert took my bag out of the boot, while Mum stared
disapprovingly. That was just her way though. I carried my bag up
the path and hugged Mum. "Your room needs tidying" she said
turning away. Disappointed I went up to my room. I was puzzled as
I had tidied my room before I left on holiday. Even Mum said it
was alright, so it must have been good. It was trashed. Clothes
were everywhere, my posters were torn down and my two records had
been smashed. "I was looking for your washing" said a voice
behind me. Jumping I turned and there was Mum. "I found these"
she said holding out an old pair of panties. I remembered them.
They were the ones that I had been wearing when I started my
first period. I had panicked because I didn't know what was
happening to me. Mum hadn't told me anything about periods or sex
or anything. I stared at Mum and the panties, horror filling me.
It had been nearly a year since I had soiled them but that
wouldn't stop Mum from punishing me.

"You were quite lucky that I couldn't find anything else" she
said "I suppose that I'd better get on and wash all of your
clothes. They're bound to be a mess, they always are. You're a
filthy child." She turned and walked downstairs. I looked again
at my bedroom. It wasn't much but it was mine, Mum shouldn't have
done this, I thought, tears filling my eyes.

"KAREN" She called, "KAREN come down here, NOW". I almost ran
downstairs in my haste. "Whose are THESE!" she almost screamed,
holding my new bikinis in front of my nose. "Yours, YOURS". I
could do nothing but nod in my fright. "WHORE" she cried, her
shrill voice climbing the scales higher and higher. "WHORE,
WHORE. Nothing but a pervert just like your father. PERVERT,
PERVERT" screaming now at the top of her voice. I shrank back
against the wall. CRACK CRACK she slapped me twice across the
face, one of the bikini clips cutting my cheek, blood pouring
down my front. I too was screaming now, fright, terror, pain,
frustration, humiliation and despair. CRACK she hit me again. I
didn't feel it, my face was numb with shock. Both of us were
screaming. I was on the floor curled up in a ball, hiding from
the blows raining down on me. Suddenly there was a louder crash,
the front door had been kicked open and a policeman came in,
pulling my Mum off me. He held Mum while she screamed obscenities
at me. Another policeman came in, then another. A young
policewoman helped me up and took me into the lounge, "No, No,
I'm not allowed in here" I tried to tell her, but my mouth wasn't
working properly. I sat down staring at the floor, wondering
where my world had gone. The policewoman started talking to me.
She reached forward and lifted my face, her hand under my chin. I
screamed again and fainted from the pain.

My jaw had been broken in four places and had pierced the inside
of my mouth twice. I had been operated on and my lower jaw was
now wired to my upper teeth. I would be like this for four weeks
minimum. I couldn't have plates fitted because my growth would
distort and warp the plates and pull against the breaks. I also
had two cracked ribs and numerous bruises. No one would tell me
anything about my Mum.

A social worker came and saw me. I told her that my only
relatives were in America on business. I didn't know where
though. They would be back in just under four weeks. She didn't
seem to believe me. She told me that I would be going to a nice
place called 'The Beeches' it was a home for children like me
that had to be looked after while their parents couldn't. It
would only be until my Uncle and Aunt got in touch she promised.
I told this to Shellie, my nurse. She seemed to be surprised. And
said that The Beeches (only she called it Bloody Beeches) was for
orphans and long term childcare. I didn't understand. I was in
hospital for two weeks. The social worker and the home's own
doctor seemed very keen to get me away from the hospital, they
didn't even let me say goodbye to Shellie.

The Beeches was an imposing building in its own grounds. The
nearest buildings were large garden sheds about 200 yards away
from the main house. The nearest houses were over four hundred
yards away. So we could make lots of noise and not disturb the
neighbours, not disturb them at all. The social worker seemed to
be keen to get me to understand this.

This looked like a really nice house. I was put in a room with
Leslie, a young pale girl. She didn't say anything but did seem
very pleased to see me.

The first thing I had to do was get a medical examination from
the House doctor. I waited in her office for nearly half an hour
before she came striding in, hardly giving me a glance. "Why
haven't you got your bloody clothes off" she shouted, turning to
her desk. "Bloody cunts, you'd think they'd learn quickly enough"
she muttered quietly though I heard every word. Shocked I
stripped and stood, naked, waiting for her to examine me. "When
were you last fucked" she asked, she still hadn't even looked at
me. I almost panicked. I knew that I couldn't tell about Uncle
Paul because that would really get him in trouble. "Pardon?" I
said. "Are you stupid or..." she looked up at my purple body and
realised who she was examining. "Oh yes, you're the kid whose
mother flipped aren't you?" "What's happened to my Mum?" I asked
her she seemed to know something. She looked down at the file in
her hands, "Flipped her lid, gone totally potty, straitjackets
and pissing in her pants from now on" she replied with a smile.
"She really kicked the shit outta you didn't she, eh?" She
examined me roughly and I was crying before she had finished,
pain and humiliation, I felt totally abused. She held me by the
shoulders. "Listen, you are nothing but a cunt and arse to be
used. If you're good then they'll let you have some of the fun,
if not - well" she let the implied threat hang in the air. "But
first you have to heal. People want to see you GET bruised not be
bruised." Again I couldn't understand what she was saying. I
returned to my room.

"Hi" I said to Leslie. "Oh Hi, I'm glad you're here. You can take
some of the boys for me." "What do you mean?" I asked. This whole
place seemed to know something I didn't. "How long have you been
in a kids home?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "About 3
hours" I said. "Welcome to hell" she said. She looked serious.
"What about the boys?" I asked again. "Are you a virgin, well it
doesn't matter, you'll get fucked just the same." I went white
with shock at her words. Then I realised that she was teasing me.
I started laughing nervously. She didn't.

She took me to the dining room. Two much older boys, young men
almost, stood either side of the door. As we approached One leant
over and whispered something to the other. They both laughed.
"Well look new meat" said the one on the left. Leslie didn't say
anything. "Les, we'll be round as usual. Be ready for us won't
you." As we pushed past them he ran his hand over my breasts.
"Soon baby, soon" he said smirking. "Who's that" I asked Leslie.
"Damien. His real name's Jeffery but he thinks that Damien is
'harder'." We got our supper and sat at one of the long tables.
The food was terrible though Leslie wolfed it all down then took
mine. I should have had liquid food but they said there wasn't
any. "You stay in here any time and you learn to eat anything
that don't move too fast." Leslie told me, all of this was too
much for me I was starting to feel detached, nothing was real
anymore. We returned to our room.

Leslie started stripping her bed. Then took the mattress off and
hid it in a closet just across the corridor from our room. From
there she took an older stained (and wet I noticed) mattress and
put it on her bed. She then stripped naked and lay on her back on
the bed, arms above her head holding onto the bed-head, legs
parted obscenely wide, with her feet hanging over each side of
the thin bed her feet almost on the floor either side. This
position left her tiny cunt gaping wide open. "Leslie what are
you doing?" I asked. "I'm getting ready for Damien." She said as
though stating the obvious. "But your only, what 6 - 7" "I'm
seven and a half, and that means I'm old enough to get fucked in
here" she said, looking at me with her tiny face holding eyes
that were old beyond her years. I couldn't believe this. I was
too stunned. The door crashed open and there stood Damien with
two other boys. "Well done cunt" he said as he entered unzipping
his jeans. He pulled his cock out and the smell almost made me
gag. He thrust it into Leslie's mouth and I watched as she sucked
on his foul cock. The other two boys just lounged by the open
door watching me.

I cracked. I couldn't see Leslie be raped by this foul person, I
had to do something. Snarling I ran at Damien beating at him with
my fists. I then had an idea and, reaching between his legs from
behind, I grabbed his balls and squeezed as hard as I could.
Damien howled; clutching himself he turned to me. "Well bitch now
see what I can do." He punched me once in the stomach knocking
the wind out of me, it was almost impossible to breathe. His
friends grabbed me and tied my wrists to the beds headrails.
Damien pulled out a wicked looking flick knife. 'Click' the blade
sprang open. He cut my clothes off. And pulled them from me. "OK
boys, fuck her, then she's your new toilet. So go to it." One of
the boys unzipped his fly, pulled his erect cock out and grabbed
my legs. He pulled me to the side of the bed and thrust his cock
into my dry vagina. I felt him ripping into me, every inch.
Pulling and pushing, the pain ripped into me. He laughed at my
cries, thrusting harder. Grabbing my breasts he laughed louder.
"Haven't got any tits yet have you cunt!" he twisted his hands
and pain tore through my chest. He came in me and for the first
time his cock was lubricated. He now slid in without physical
pain. He pulled out and moved aside, his friend took his place.
Fortunately cum lubricated my vagina and he entered me without
any great pain. It was now only the pain of humiliation and abuse
that hurt me. His foetid breath making me gag. Soon he too came
inside me, pumping his seed into my unprotected womb. He stood
and pulled up his jeans. I lay crying on my bed unable to stop
them doing whatever they wanted.

Damien pulled Leslie from her bed. "If you need to piss or shit
from now on you do it on her." He ordered. Leslie looked
frightened for the first time, she looked at me and I knew she
didn't want to do this. I nodded to her. "Do it Leslie. Don't get
hurt yourself."  Damien thrust her onto my bed, she straddled me
and pissed onto me. "On her face bitch" Damien ordered. She moved
her hips and her stream splashed into my eyes, nose and mouth.
"Now shit on her" he ordered. She strained but nothing came. "Do
it or I'll let all of the boys have you during dinner" I watched
a look of pure panic flash across her face. She strained again
and shat on my breasts. She got off my bed then both of the boys
and Damien pissed on me. Only one of them could manage a shit as
well. "Go and get some more help" Damien ordered. His friends
disappeared along the corridor. Soon boys and girls of all ages
started came to my door. They had been dragged out of bed to
attend my punishment. One by one they straddled my face and chest
then pissed and sometimes shat on me. Boys and girls did the
same. I could see on their faces that they didn't want to do this
but felt that they had no choice, Damien totally dominated them.
My mattress was soaked and I was covered with piles of shit when
the last had finished. I lay in the stinking mess for nearly an
hour after the last one had left, they had cut my bonds but I was
unable to move. Leslie lay shocked, curled up in a corner of her
bed, watching me.

I got up. Naked I walked down the corridor to the shower. I
stayed under the hot water for over an hour. Scrubbing and
scrubbing, trying to make myself clean again, feeling them on my
skin, tasting their breath, feeling each individual sperm
wriggling toward my womb each one desperate to make me pregnant.
I flushed my vagina time and time again. Taking the head off the
shower and pushing the hose as deep as I could. The hot water
painfully washing me, washing me but not cleaning me. I stopped
crying whilst I was on my bed. I had no more tears. Standing in
the shower I grew up. These boys would not have Leslie. They
would only have what I gave them. The next time (I knew there
would be a next time) I would fight. The shower curtain was
pulled aside. "Karen, I'm sorry, I didn't know Damien would do
that to you. I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Leslie started crying. I
pulled her into the shower with me and we held each other tight.
"I'm going to fight them next time" I said. Leslie nodded. "I
know," she said "I knew you would." We dried our selves then went
to clear up the mess in our room. I stood looking at my bed tears
pricking. Again I took hold of myself. Leslie lifted one of the
floorboards. Reaching inside she retrieved something and handed
it to me. "Be careful it's very sharp" she warned. I looked at
the knife. A normal butter knife sharpened on both sides. It had
painstakingly been sharpened to a wicked point. Leslie showed me
how to hide it in my slipper, five inches long it fit
beautifully, no one would know I now had a weapon.

Slowly we cleared our room. The solids we gathered in a sheet and
took them to the toilet and flushed them. The liquids were more
of a problem. We used sheets to mop the liquids and wrung them
out into a toilet. The mattress and floor we wiped cleaning all
traces of last nights torment away. Finally we slept. We used
Leslie's bed. She put away her soiled mattress and relayed her
dry mattress and made the bed while I was hand washing the sheets
we had used. We lay together and slept.

The next morning I woke with the sound of the doorknob turning. I
got out of bed and stood in front of the door. One of the boys
from last night came in. He saw me and smiled. "Damien said I
could have you again," he said. I smiled. He undid his belt and
dropped his jeans. I reached forward and grasped his erect cock,
stroking it gently. I looked into his eyes, as I brought my other
hand from behind my back. As I looked into his eyes the point of
my knife pricked into the base of his cock. His eyes jerked wide
open as my grip tightened and I pushed the point deeper into his
cock. "If I ever see this thing again," I said quietly, "I'll cut
it off and make you eat it." Looking into my eyes he saw that I
meant it. "Now go and tell Damien that Leslie is mine and I won't
play his games any more." He shuffled backward staring at me, the
mouse who roared. "NOW" I growled. He ran away. I shook Leslie
awake and told her to hide until breakfast. She too looked at me
strangely then ran down the corridor, her quiet footsteps soon
gone.

I pulled of my nightie, lay on the bed and got ready, then waited
for Damien. He arrived soon enough. He was in a foul mood, when
he saw me laying naked on the bed he smiled. "Well I suppose
Leslie's talked some sense back into you." He turned to the boys
with him and laughed. "Now that you're ready for me I'll have my
turn." He dropped his jeans and, kneeling on the bed pulled my
legs apart. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit a
few times then started to push it into me. I wrapped my legs
around his waist and helped him. I pulled him into me.
"AARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH" He shrieked as the point of my knife pierced
the end of his cock. I pulled him onto it and a race ensued with
me pulling his rapidly deflating cock into my cunt where I had
hidden my knife. The pressure from the handle on my cervix was
incredible and only my determination to punish this bastard kept
me from screaming myself. Damien pulled free from my grasp,
staring in horror at the shining knife protruding from his
bleeding cock. I snatched the knife, a spurt of blood spraying
across my chest and tits. Damien backed up to the door clutching
his wounded prick. "GET HER" he screamed "GET HER AND BEAT THE
SHIT OUTTA HER." The first to enter the room was wearing a
leather jacket, I slashed it wide open as I tried to open his
stomach. He looked at his ruined jacket and then back to me then
ran out of my room. The other boy followed him without even
trying to support Damien. Damien was now slumped on the floor by
the door. Lifting his chin with the point of my knife I looked at
him. "You will leave Leslie and me alone from now on," I told
him. He nodded, pale faced. "Now get out of my room." I never
raised my voice at all. Speaking quietly so that he had had to
strain to hear me. I did however have his full attention. He left
scrabbling up from the floor.

I closed the door and waited. Sure enough after only five minutes
the door opened. It was Leslie. She entered and closed the door.
Suddenly the shakes hit me. I had to lean against the wall to
stop myself from falling over. Leslie held onto me as I shook and
pissed myself. She grabbed yet another sheet and cleaned up the
mess between my legs. She then mopped up Damien's blood and,
holding the sheet so that only the blood was visible, she when to
the bathroom. "It's alright Karen I'll wash Damien's blood out of
the sheet for you," she called out loudly. Now the corridor knew
that I had fought Damien and won. Now I had to do the hardest job
I had ever done. I had to go down to breakfast as though I wasn't
afraid of ANYTHING. Leslie and I washed and dressed. Walking
toward the dining room we saw two boys waiting by the door again.
When they saw me they both left, walking away from me
nonchalantly. A murmur rippled across the room. We collected out
meal. I noticed that we got much better quality food than
yesterday - I got the liquid meal I was supposed to have had
yesterday.

We had a respite during which no one tried to do anything to us.
We walked together and talked Leslie told me about her family.
Her mother was in jail and her father wasn't considered suitable
to raise a young daughter. I told her about my mum and Aunt Gail
and Uncle Paul (though not what we had been doing together only
a few days ago). We were together all the while, even sleeping
together, though we didn't touch each other sexually. This lasted
for three days until they managed to separate Leslie and I.

I was then called up to the Head House Leader's office. On
entering I saw Leslie tied naked on a bed in front of a video
camera and lights. A man and three boys were in the room with
her. Mr Baines, the Head house Leader, looked at me. "It seems
that you want to protect Leslie for some reason or other." He
looked at her then back to me. "Are you two fucking?" he asked
me. "She's a pretty young thing isn't she." He stood up and
walked over to the camera. "Well you see we have a problem, I am
going to make a fuck film. If I use Leslie then I'll get  10,000
for it." He turned back to me. "I could make a slightly different
film with you I'll get about the same. You'll star in my film eh
Karen?" He looked at me and waited. "Of course I could make two
films". "I'll do it," I said "But you let Leslie go first." Mr
Baines snapped his fingers and one of the boys released Leslie.
She grabbed her clothes and ran out of the door, giving me a look
of gratitude as she passed by. "Now my dear, we're going to get
to know each other very well you and I" Mr Baines said as he lead
me over to the lit area.

First I had to undress myself then lay on the bed and pretend to
masturbate. Mr Baines, playing my father, would come in and catch
me. Then punish me, then fuck me. He started by tying my wrists
together, then I was hung like a side of beef from a hook in the
ceiling, Mr Baines stood to one side of me to allow the camera a
good shot as he started caning my breasts. He continued caning me
until my nipples bled. My stomach next, then the front of my
thighs. By this time I was hardly conscious. Blood ran freely
from my chest and legs. My rib cage was on fire and I could
hardly breathe. He spun me round and caned my bottom, then the
back of my thighs. I watched, detached from my body now, as blood
splattered on the walls. He then cut me down, I fell onto my
front, helpless, unable to move. He just flipped me over, spread
my legs and thrust his hard cock into my unresponsive body. I
could feel my skin scrapping across the rough blankets as he
thrust in and out. Soon though, before he came, everything went
dark.

I woke in my bed, Leslie by my side washing my wounds. I drifted
away again. Later I saw Leslie sleeping beside me. I buried my
face into her hair, smelling her fragrance, breathing in her
essence. Leslie woke me to feed me. I had my liquid meal again,
then tea - warm and sweet. I slept again. I got out of bed on the
fourth day after my beating. I managed to walk about five paces
before my legs gave out. Leslie helped me back into bed then
fetched a clean towel for me to use as a nappy. I relieved myself
then she cleaned me and washed the nappy. Every one on the
corridor knew what had happened and wondered why I had sacrificed
myself to save Leslie from a simple fucking. I knew that with
their upbringing, in this pit of hell, they wouldn't, couldn't,
understand.

Three days later matters came to a head again. Damien pushed open
the door to our room and told Leslie to strip. I tried to get out
of the bed to defend her but Damien thrust my own knife into my
face and told me to watch. I looked on as he prepared to rape the
seven year old when the door crashed open, spinning wildly off
it's hinges. A HUGE man entered and plucked Damien off Leslie and
threw him casually into the corridor. A woman entered next and
looked around the room, seeing me she smiled then the blood
drained from her face. Damien staggered back into the room and
started to raise the knife. The woman saw him and backhanded him
so hard that he flew out of the room again. I heard a sickening
thud as he hit the corridor wall.

"Karen, Karen precious, Its me Gail." I couldn't believe it. Gail
was in America and would be for the next few weeks. She came
closer, It was Gail, it was. I wrapped my arms around her and
cried. I was so relieved she had come for me. I was going to be
safe from Damien and Mr Baines. I held onto her sobbing. "Come on
my precious lets get you out of here," she said then tried to
help me up. I couldn't take any pressure on my ribs buttocks or
thighs. But managed to stand up. I looked down at the
bloodstained nightie I was wearing. "I don't want to go wearing
this," I said. "I'll rather go naked." I pulled the nightie off
and throw it on the floor. "I don't want anything to do with this
place." I looked at Leslie, safe in the arms of a giant of a man.
She pushed her way to my side and pulled her nightie off as well.
"That's Nigel" she said nodding at the giant. "Nigel this is
Karen, she's my friend." She turned back to me leaned forward and
whispered "He's a big softy." I looked at the remains of our room
door. Then she really surprised me. She grabbed an old and
tattered teddy from the shelf above her bed and tucked it under
her arm. "Let's get out of here," She said. Holding hands, Leslie
supporting me as I staggered down the corridor, and naked we left
The Beeches. Proudly we walked out of the main doors together,
hand in hand. We crossed the car park and waited while the car
doors were opened for us. We knew we had an audience, They would
have to find their own salvation. We had fought for ours.

The only thing I took with me was the knife that Leslie had given
to me. She left with her teddy. Later she showed me that the
teddy held four video tapes which clearly showed the abuse and
corruption which took place in that Midlands hell hole.

During the car ride Gail told me that Shellie, my nurse at the
hospital, had phoned my Uncle's firm, they had given her the
American phone number and she had spoken to Aunt Gail and warned
her about The Beeches. Gail had flow back immediately and had
been driving to the home when she had crashed into a car being
driven by Nigel. She had apparently started screaming at him that
she absolutely HAD to hurry to save her niece from The Beeches.
Nigel, on a similar mission for Leslie's father had brought her
with him.

Mr Baines served ten months of a fourteen-month prison sentence
for unlawful sex with a minor. Damien escaped the law as his back
had been broken and he was paralysed from the waist down. His
friends had run away and I haven't heard of their capture. Over
fifteen years on and I still have the knife that Leslie gave me
and I still keep it sharp. One day I am going to find Mr Baines.
On that day I will castrate him and then watch him bleed to
death. God help him.

Oh God help me.


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