Message-ID: <49805asstr$1101615001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <canaryhouse@csonline.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <001201c4d4b7$8e17e1d0$21425fcc@HOTBODY> From: "canaryhouse" <canaryhouse@csonline.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-Virus-Scanned: by amavisd-new at csonline.net X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 14:30:28 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Linda's Degradation, Ch 1-3 (MF ped rape black nc incest) Lines: 552 Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 23:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/49805> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr Should I continue with this story? There's no sense in completing it if nobody has any interest in reading it. Any feedback that you can give me - good or bad - is greatly appreciated. Canary ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment, "LINDA'S DEGRADATION.doc" begin> 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. Chapter Two Jenny As I approached my twelfth birthday, things got a little better. Dad got a job, sort of. I guess it was day labor of some sort, at least that's what he called it. Anyway, there was a little money coming in and mom had straightened up her act enough to even cook a meal once in a while. Dad and Tom apparently settled there differences and he moved back into the house. It was weird, where before they had mostly cussed and swore at each other, it was now like they were best buddies. I often heard them whispering to each other, but they always clammed up completely when I came near them. I often saw them looking at me with this strange look in their eyes. As for me, I was growing up although not as fast as I wanted to. My breasts had grown to almost the size of half a peach and I was beginning to grow a soft downy hair in the "vee" between my legs. My best friend, Jenny, and I had it all planned out. When we turned sixteen we were going to run away from home...totally away from this place. We would both find jobs and get an apartment in a nicer neighborhood where we could be away from the beatings and bad remarks. It was a grand plan that would never happen. I'll never for get that day. Mom and Dad were in their room and Tom was crashed out on the couch. The house was quiet and it seemed like I was the only one awake and so it was that I was the one that answered the door. My mouth dropped open when I saw Jenny standing there. She was wearing nothing but a slip that barely covered her. She was shaking all over and tears were streaming down her face. There was blood running down her left leg. I wondered if she had cut herself somehow. "Help me, Linda," she sobbed. I stepped back so she could come into the house. I closed the door behind her and she collapsed into my arms. She was crying so loudly that I was afraid she would wake Tom. I led/half carried her up to my room. We went inside and I closed the door. She was sitting on the bed, her elbows were on her knees and both hands covered her face. She kept saying over and over, "Oh God...no...no...no". I sat down on the bed beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. I didn't know what else to do. When she finally calmed down a little, I gave her a squeeze and asked, "What happened?" She started to sob again and tearfuly told me her story. "I was down at the park playing on the swings when Chuck and Chico came by. Chuck said he had lost his dog and asked me to help them look. I didn't even know he had a dog so I asked what kind it was. He said it was just a little mutt about the size of a toy poodle named fluffy." She started crying uncontrollably again. She didn't seem to be able to get it out of here system. Finally, though, she calmed down a little. "Go on," I urged her gently and she resumed her story. She continued, "Chuck went off in one direction and Chico and I went in the other. We hadn't been search long until Chico said, 'I think I see her in those bushes'. He got down on one knee and called 'Here Fluffy, come on girl'. The was a russle in the bushes, but the dog didn't appear. 'I bet she's got her collar caught on a branch or something,' Chico said." She took a deep breath. "The thicket of bushes was pretty thick, but there was one small path leading toward the center of it. Chico started to go down the path, but he hadn't gone two steps when his shirt caught on some branches. He cursed, pulled free and backed out. He looked at me, then looked at the path. 'You're a lot smaller than I am. I bet you could get through there without a problem. Do you think you could give it a try.' I wasn't wild about the idea, but then I thought about that poor little dog and told him I would do it." "I started down the path and he was right, the briars didn't reach close enough to make me get caught on them. Actually, I wondered how he had managed to get caught on them, the briars just weren't that close. I was just about in the middle of the thicket, looking around near the ground for that little dog when I was grabbed from behind. There was one around my right arm and waist and one hand over my mouth. Whoever it was lifted me in the air. I was struggling as hard as I could, kicking out with my legs and trying to scratch him with my left hand. 'Chico, get down here and help me with this hellcat,' my assailent yelled. I recognized Chuck's voice and knew that he was the one who had grabbed me." She began to sob uncontrollably again. When she calmed down a little, I said "You don't have to do this. I can figure out what happened." She got a determined look on her face. "No, I want to do it. I need to tell someone and you're the only real friend I've got." "Okay," I replied numbly, "but just take your time and don't push yourself." "Anyway, Chico came down the path, without getting caught once on the briars, the lying bastard. When he got there, he grabbed my legs, but not before I was able to kick him a good one right in the chest. It didn't even seem to phase him. He just grabbed my legs and held them together with his left hand. God was he ever strong." "He reached into his hip pocket and pulled out his dirty old hanky. He nodded to Chuck and the hand disappeared from my mouth. When I opened it to scream, he rammed that dirty old rag right into my mouth. He pulled the string belt loose from my dress and tied the gag in place. God it tasted terrible. It had snot on it and who knows what else?" "Chico cut the extra length from my belt and they threw me, face down, on the ground. Using my own belt the tied my hands behind my back. Chuck threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and they started to run." "We ended up right about in the middle of the area that is closed to the public since it hasn't been cleaned up yet. They threw me down on the ground and Chuck grabbed the front of my dress, pulled me up and looked straight into my eyes. 'Listen, Cunt,' he snarled. 'Cooperate and you just might get out of here alive. Fight us and we'll kill you after we're through.'" She started shaking all over again. Her eyes were wide and had a wild look in them as she relived the horror that had overtaken her very soul. She began sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't know what to do. After all I was only eleven, so I just sat there numbly as she sobbed against my shoulder. Finally, she regained control of herself and continued her story. "They untied my hands and stood back away from me. They looked huge and I've never been so scared in my life. 'Take off your clothes,' Chuck snarled and Chico giggled. I looked at them dumbly. 'Take them off or we'll tear them off,' Chuck almost yelled." "I didn't want that to happen so I started to unbutton the front of my dress. I reached the second button and just couldn't go on. 'I just can't,' I mumbled between my tears. They were on me like wild cats. Chico grabbed the front of my dress from the top and Chuck grabbed it from the back. They pulled until the fabric gave way and the dress was torn from my body. 'WAIT,' I yelled. 'I'll do it." "They stood back and I quickly grabbed the bottom of my slip and raised it over my head and off. I dropped it numbly to the ground. I was immediately sorry that I hadn't worn my training bra that day and I crossed my hands over my naked titties." "'Put your hands down', Chuck snarled. I obediently lowered my hands and stood before them naked except for my tiny panties. 'Okay cunt, now the panties,' Chuck said with an evil grin. That was when I made my break. I put my hands at the waist band like I was going to take them off, then I turned and ran toward the woods for all I was worth. I must have startled them because I had gone about ten steps before Chico caught me and brought me back kicking and screaming." "Back in the clearing he threw me down...hard. It knocked the wind out of me. 'You fucking bitch,' Chico snarled. He turned me over and tore at my panties ripping them to shreds. I could see Chuck taking off his clothes through Chico's arms as he attacked my poor titties with his hands. I felt like he was going to rip them right off. He leaned forward and bit the right one and I was sure he had ruined me. I could feel blood running down my chest as he chewed on the nipple like candy. I know he would have bit it right off if it hadn't been for Chuck." "'That's enough, Chico,' Chuck yelled. Chico leaned back away from my tit. I looked up in horror as Chuck approached. He was totally naked and his...his..his cock was jutting out in front of him. It was huge. 'Hold her arms, Chico, its time we made this bitch a woman,' he snarled. I really started to struggle then, but it was no use, they were just too strong." "He got between my legs and pushed himself inside my body. I felt something tearing inside of me and I knew that he had ruined me. I screamed and screamed through that damned gag." She began to cry again uncontrollably. "Oh God, Linda, it hurt so bad. It still hurts. I must have blacked out because I don't remember him finishing. The next thing I remember is waking up to an even bigger pain. I was on my stomach and Chico was ramming himself in and out of my...my...butt hole. I couldn't even cry anymore, there were no tears left. Eventually I felt him stiffen and I knew he was shooting his spunk up inside my bowels." "He climbed off of me and I curled up into a little ball. I sensed, rather than heard the rustle of clothes as they redressed. 'We're going to have to kill her,' I heard Chico say. 'She'll tell someone about this for sure.'" "I heard a crashing sound coming through the woods. 'Someone's coming' I heard Chuck whisper. 'Let's get out of here.' Then there was nothing but blackness." She calmed down a little and even had a little smile on her face. "The next thing I remember is a wetness being dragged over my face. I opened my eyes to find that I was being licked by a little dog. A DOG! There really WAS a dog. And those big, brave men ran away from it." She started to chuckle and then burst into another fit of crying. I held her until you calmed down a little. "We're going to have to tell the police," I said. "Oh, I just couldn't, it would be too embarassing. If it's okay with you, I'll just stay here for a while until my parents get back and then I'll go home." "If you don't tell the police, they'll just do it to someone else," I argued. "Do you want to be responsible for that?" She seemed to draw on some inner strength. "I guess you're right," she said, here voice a little firmer than it had been. It was then that my bedroom door opened. Chapter Three Jenny's Fate I looked up. Both Tom and my father were standing in the doorway. That was bad enough, but the thing that shocked me the most was that they were both naked. I mean bare-assed naked and both with huge erections. "I'm afraid we can't let you do that," Tom said calmly. "Chuck and Chico are friends of mine." He looked at Jenny. "I just talked with them and they tell me you're one hell of a good lay." I stood up between them, blocking Jenny's body with my own. "You leave her alone," I said firmly. "Get out of the way or we'll do you after we take care of her," Tom snarled. I was scared to death but Jenny was my friend. "NO," I literally screamed at him. He hit me in the stomach hard. Then he picked me up and literally threw me against the wall on the opposite side of the room. I slide down the wall and lay there on the floor stunned. He approached Jenny, his erection sticking out obscenely in front of him. She was scooting away from him on the bed. "Oh no, don't, please don't," she begged piteously. "Just relax, Jenny," he said not unkindly. "We're just training you to be the whore you're going to grow up to be." I got to my feet, ran and jumped on him. It was like running into a brick wall. He ignored Jenny for a moment as he picked me up and threw me against the wall again. "NOW STAY THERE," he growled. I slide down the wall again to the floor and I knew then that there was no way I would be able to stop this. He grabbed Jenny by the legs and pulled her to the center of the bed. He spread her little eleven year old legs, centered himself against her and rammed all the way into her helpless pussy. He didn't even give her a chance to adapt. He just began right away fucking her furiously. Her screams were unbelievable. She just screamed and screamed and screamed. He must have been hurting her terribly. My father came up to her and began rubbing his hard cock against her mouth. She instantly closed her mouth trying to keep him out. He grabbed her right nipple and squeezed hard pulling it up away from her body. At the same time he held her nose closed to force her to breath through her mouth. When her mouth opened, he rammed into it all the way to the base. I could see her throat bulging out as he forced his way down it, ignoring any gag reflex she may have had. I heard a soft moaning of the the side of the room. I looked over at the door way to find my mother standing there, her skirt pulled up, panties down fingering herself for all she was worth. The bitch was getting off on watching my friend get hurt. I was just to overwhelmed by everything that was happening and I went into a faint. When I came back around, the room was quiet except for my parents and Tom talking quietly in another corner of the room. I looked over at the bed. Jenny was lying there curled up in a little ball. I wondered for a moment if she was dead but then I saw her chest rising and falling slightly as she breathed. I crawled to the bed and pulled myself up on my knees beside it. I reached out and shook her by the arm. She didn't move. "Jenny," I said softly. She still didn't move. I looked at her eyes. They were completely vacant, it was like she had gone off into a world of her own and wasn't even there. My parents locked me in their room that night. I heard our old car starting very late in the night. I looked out the window and watched as they carried Jenny's unmoving body to the car where they dumped it in the back seat. After they drove off, I wondered if they had killed her. It was bad enough that my relatives were rapists but I surely didn't want them to be murderers as well. I thought that maybe I should go to the police as soon as a got the chance, but then I decided that I really didn't want to end up in a foster home. I later learned that they had dropped her off in front of her home and that she had ended up in an insane aslymn. I went there one time when I was a little older, but she didn't even recognize me. Chapter Four A Gift for He Twelfth Birthday Coming soon.... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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