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Subject: {ASSM} Linda's Degradation (black ped incest no sex)
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Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 09:10:03 -0500
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Hope you enjoy it.  Any feedback, good or bad, would be greatly appreciated.

Canary
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LINDA'S DEGRADATION

Another Erotic Story by Canary

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  While this story is complete in itself, it is a
follow-up to my previous story, "OH GOD...PLEASE...DON'T" also
posted on this site.  You might want to read that first,
particularly the last two chapters.

PROLOGUE

My name is Lisa.  If you've read my previous story, you know that
Linda was a black girl at Sam's Bar when I was raped and abused
by her three black friends   Tom, Chuck, and Chico.  Just before
I left, I found out that Linda was Tom's sister.

I also told you that I went back to that same bar to have them do
me again, slut that I am.  Linda and I had a chance to talk both
before and after my second rape at the hands of her friends and
she told me her story.  I will relate here, as nearly as I can
remember, exactly what she told me.


Chapter One   Age 11

My name is Linda and my story really begins shortly after I
turned eleven.  Until that time, while it wasn't perfect, it was
relatively peaceful and almost completely normal.  I had two
older brothers, Roger and Tom.  I say had because Roger was shot
and killed in a drive by shooting.  He was only 14. 

We all took the shock of Roger's death in a different way.  Mom
became morose.  She seemed to always be sad and she was short
with everybody, especially me.  It didn't matter what I did, it
never seemed to satisfy her.  I remember a hot summer day that I
had on a pair of red shorts with a yellow halter top.  The shorts
were almost a full size too small, but then none of my clothes
fit and my parents weren't about to spend any money on me unless
they really had to.  I was sitting in the front yard playing with
the one doll I had, just trying to stay out of my mother's way. 


She had awoke that morning in and extremely sour mood, yelling at
everyone   even Dad.  I was surprised that he didn't hit her as
he sometimes die, but he just picked up his lunch pail and went
off to work without a word.

Anyway, I hugged the doll, pretending that she was my baby.  I
knew where baby's came from since we had sex education in school
the previous semester.  I got to thinking about what it would
feel like to actually have a baby.  I still couldn't figure out
how a thing as big as a baby could get out of that little hole.

The doll wasn't exactly life size, but then neither was I as big
as I would be when I got old enough to actually have a baby.  I
spread my legs and put the doll on the ground between them with
the feet facing toward me.  I looked at it.  There was just no
way that something that big could get out of me.  I brought the
doll's feet up to my crotch and pushed.  It felt kind of good,
sort of like when I would sometimes rub myself between my legs
before I went to sleep at night.

I didn't have time to enjoy the feeling, however because I had no
sooner started to rub the dolls feet up and down a little bit
when I was interrupted.

"LINDY," my mother yelled.  (She always called me Lindy.)  "GET
YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE.  AND I MEAN NOW!"

I jumped up as if I'd been shot and ran past her into the house.
I waited inside for her trembling and holding my  dolly to my
chest.

She came in and approached.  "What were you doing out there?"

"I was just playing,"  I said fearfully.

She slapped me across the face so hard that I fell down.  "Don't
lie to me you worthless slut," she spat.  "You were playing with
yourself and if I ever even suspect that you've been doing it
again I'll beat you within and inch of your life."

"Please Mommy," I begged.  "I won't do it again."

The steam seemed to go out of her as she turned away.  "Oh,
what's the use.  Your going to end up being a whore just like
Wendy."

Wendy was 22 and my older sister.  Dad had kicked her out of the
house a couple of years ago saying that he wouldn't live in the
same house with a whore.  The last time I saw her was when we
were on our way to McDonalds late one night.  She was standing on
the street corner wearing nothing but a pair of gold shorts and a
black bra.  She was flagging down cars, but when she saw us she
turned her back and walked into a little all night diner behind
her.  Now, at age 19, I have no idea what ever happened to her. 
I heard that she had gone to New York to continue her "career",
but I don't know if its true or not.

Dad's reaction to Roger's death was to pretend it had never
happened.  He just went to work every day and came home on the
weekends and drank himself into a stupor.  I never heard him
mention Roger's name after the day of the funeral.

Tom began running with a bunch of the local hoods.  Even at 17 he
stood six foot two with 175 pounds of solid muscle.  As strong
and tough as he was, it was natural that he became a leader of
the bunch of scumbags that he was running with.  I didn't know it
at the time, but he was making a lot of money selling drugs just
down from the local grade school.  Still, he was my brother and I
loved him very much.

About three months after Roger's death my father announced at
supper that he had lost his job.  He said that with unemployment
and an occasional part time job that we would make out just fine.
 My mother screamed at him that he was a worthless bastard;  Tom
offered to give him money; and me?  I just sat there.

From that point on, things got really bad.  The part-time jobs
never came because he never applied for them and both he and my
mom started drinking heavily.  Tom only came home long enough to
eat, grab some clothes and leave again.  He quit attending school
and the truant officer was at our door almost daily.

The most scary thing was at night.  I would lay in my bed and
listen to them fighting.  They got really loud.  I would hear the
smack of flesh on flesh as dad hit her to "put her in her place".
 Then I would hear the squeak of bedsprings and I would know that
they had settled there differences at least for the night.  They
were almost as loud in their lovemaking as they were in there
fighting but eventually it would grow quiet and I would drift off
to sleep.

The night it happened, it  was very hot.  So hot in fact that I
left my window open as far as it would go and all I was wearing
was a very short thin nightie and a thin pair of panties.  It was
one of those rare nights when my parents weren't fighting.  They
were still drunk, but at least they weren't fighting so I was
able to fall into a deep sleep around 11:00 in the evening.

I was having and erotic dream.  Jason, a boy I knew at school and
thought was extremely cute was touching my walnut sized breasts,
flicking on the nipples with his thumb.  It felt good and I
moaned.  He suddenly pinched really hard and I woke up with a
start and was staring into the face of my drunken brother, Tom.

I opened my mouth to tell him to get out, but his hand came over
my mouth stifling any noise I might make.  "Gonna make ya a woman
tonight Sis," he mumbled drunkenly.  With his right hand, he tore
my thin nightgown right down the front.  He leaned down and took
my left nipple into his mouth.  It felt kind of good and I
stopped struggling a little.

He reached between my legs and began rubbing my little slit
through my sopping wet panties.  I tried to keep my legs
together, but he was just too strong.  Grabbing my panties by the
crotch, he tore them from my body.  Then he was forcing my legs
and climbing between them.

He must have planned it well because his cock was already out and
hard as a rock.  I felt him pushing at me, trying to get it in my
tiny virgin pussy.  I was struggling as hard as I could, but I
knew that eventually he would succeed.  I was terrified.

I opened my mouth a little and felt one of his fingers slip
inside.  I bit down as hard as I could.  He pulled his hand away
and swore softly.  With my mouth free, I screamed as loud as I
could.

"HELP, HELP, HELP!"

He quickly got his hand back over my mouth and continued trying
to push himself into me.  Then he found his mark and I felt the
huge head begin to force itself into me.  Even with just the head
pushed in slightly at the opening of my pussy, I knew he was too
big and I'd never be able to take it.

It was at that point that my bedroom door slammed open and the
lights came on.  I heard my father's voice.  "WHAT THE FUCK DO
YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU ASSHOLE.  SHE'S YOUR SISTER FOR CHRIST
SAKES."

I felt Tom's cock shrink down immediately without ever having
entered me.  I was grateful and yet a little disappointed at the
same time.

I always thought that Tom was tough and my dad was soft.  Boy was
I ever wrong.  Dad literally beat the hell out of Tom all the
time screaming at him, "Its not time yet you stupid shit."  I
wondered what he meant by that, but it would be a long time
before I understood.

Finally, Tom ran out of the house as fast as he could with my dad
chasing him the entire way.  While he was gone, my mother came in
and sat on the edge of my bed.  She ran her hands gently though
my hair as she hugged me to herself crooning softly that
everything would be alright.

When my dad returned, he looked in at the two of us.  "Into the
bedroom, Slut," he snapped at my mother.  As she scurried out, he
looked down at me.  I was lying on my back, totally oblivious of
my nakedness.  He got a strange look in his eyes as he looked at
me.  It made me uncomfortable.   "Not time yet," he mumbled
softly.  He turned out the light and shut the door.

I had a hard time getting back to sleep and when I did, the
bedsprings in my parents room were still squeaking.

To be continued....

Watch for Chapter Two   A gift for her twelfth birthday, coming
shortly.

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