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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

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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.

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....

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