Chapter 1
"You stupid little slut! You fuck around with every man, don't you? Just like your mother!"
Donna clamped her hands over her ears, lowering her eyes and feeling hot tears spilling down her cheeks. The harsh words from her aunt rang like gunshots through the room.
"How dare you? How dare you write something filthy like this? Answer me!"
Donna felt her aunt grab her hard by one wrist and shake her violently. Her head bobbed back and forth while her long black hair splashed across her face. Aunt Alice's fingernails were digging into her flesh as she kept screaming that terrible word over and over again-"SLUT!"
"I...I didn't mean anything by it. Really, I..."
Aunt Alice was holding Donna's diary in one hand, the small blue book opened to a half-completed page on which, only moments ago, she had been writing. Her aunt's face was red, contorted with rage as she shook the diary in front of Donna's eyes.
"You fuck around with every man, don't you? You fuck just like your mother did," she repeated, throwing down the book violently and shaking the daylights out of the wailing girl with both hands.
"Stop it, Aunt Alice! Please!" Donna cried. Anger rose in her like bile as she heard her mother maligned once more.
"Don't talk back to me!" the woman shrieked, her anger reaching hurricane pitch.
Raising one hand, she brought it down in a wide arc, the fingers and palm striking Donna's right cheek. The girl screamed, her head snapping to the left while her hair flew about her throat and face. Donna wailed again, feeling her knees giving way. The attractive thirty-four-year-old woman continued her hysterical tirade.
"You don't have to defend your mother to me. I knew her, Donna-knew her better than you think. She couldn't keep herself away from men. That's how your father found her, in the arms of another man, FUCKING, do you hear me?"
Alice was screaming into the teenager's ears, once again holding her tightly with both hands.
"Who's the boy you're seeing? Has he done anything to you-sullied you?"
Donna was terrified of her aunt. She'd been living with her and her cousin now for nearly four months, since her parents were killed in that awful traffic accident. It was rumored that her mother and father had had a terrible argument about their rapidly failing marriage at a party. That argument, it was felt, led to the careless driving of her father and the violent end of both. Now Donna was strapped to a woman she'd never liked-harsh, puritanical, even cruel. All four months had been like living in a prison. Her cousin Trina was a little hypocrite, pandering to her mother's moral ideas while actively flirting with boys at school. All she'd done was write down some fantasies in her diary. Her aunt, ever watchful, had sneaked into her room, seen the words being written down, and had gone wild with moral outrage.
"No one! Th...there's no one," she sobbed, biting her lower lip. There was a young boy at school, someone who'd been talking to her more and more lately in the halls between classes. He was so old-fashioned, she thought. He'd even offered to carry her books home twice, something right out of a Jack and Jill comic book.
"Lying slut!"
The hand came down again, knocking the girl to the floor this time. Her head throbbed from the force of that blow. Oh, she should fight back, hit her aunt, slap her as many times as she'd been slapped. But where would she go? There was no one who'd take her in. She'd be left on the streets of Los Angeles. Oh, how she hated Aunt Alice! How she wanted to drive a knife into her at this point.
"Filthy, horrible book!" Alice said in a low, trembling voice.
She was tearing the diary in half, pulling out the pages and rending them into shreds. Donna saw the pieces falling about her like snow. Nothing she had was left the same after this woman touched it.
"Don't ever let me see you writing something filthy like this again, understand?" Alice said, throwing the remainder of the torn diary at her niece's feet. "If I do I'll throw you into the streets and you can live the life of a whore just like your mother did."
With that the older woman turned and stalked from the room, slamming the door behind her. Donna lay on the floor for several minutes, sobbing, crossing her arms over her high-riding tits and rocking back and forth. Her world had come crashing down suddenly four months ago. She still lived in a bleak universe, growing more barren by the second. Trina! Her damned cousin Trina, always being held up to be such a model of virtue. She wondered what her aunt's face would look like if she were to know what her daughter really did? Slowly Donna Williams regained her composure, scraping the scraps of her diary together like leaves being gathered for a bonfire. The thoughts and hopes of an entire year were there, now torn beyond repair. The tears now fell silently down her cheeks as she dumped the torn pages into the basket. Where was Trina now? Why didn't her aunt question her about the girl? Did she really believe her daughter was at cheerleader practice? It was nearly six o'clock now, one hour after the school was closed to any sort of athletic activity. Trina had the run of the place while she had to be home by four!
"Damn, damn!" Donna sobbed, biting down on her lips, swearing she'd get out of this prison if it were the last thing she did.
Several blocks away from the house, Trina Farraday, the blonde teenage daughter of Aunt Alice, was discovering she had perhaps gone too far with her flirting. What she thought was going to be a private, heavy-petting party for two was turning into something quite different.
"Let's clean 'er up first," Jack Wilson said as he held her tightly around the waist with one hand. The other was still holding her hair, jerking it back so hard the cringing girl thought he was going to tear it from her scalp.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
Trina was horrified at how this was turning out. She knew Jack was wild and ran around with a crowd most of her friends considered unsavory. They had all dropped out of school years ago, though they hung around the schoolyard selling dope to the kids and trying to get into the girls' pants. Trina hadn't let them really touch her, although she wiggled her pretty little ass temptingly in front of them whenever she could. It felt delicious teasing the men that way. She could feel their eyes burning through her clothes, feel the warmth of their aroused bodies as they mentally undressed and fucked her. Of course she wasn't w going to go further than maybe some heavy petting. She thought that this was going to be such a session. She and Jack had broken into the school after everyone left, sneaking into the basement dressing and shower rooms. No one, not even the janitor, would find them there, Jack had told her. Trina had felt the excitement building in her cunt as they crept down the half-lit corridors, the smell of sweaty clothes growing stronger as they approached the gym area.
But when she stepped into the boys' locker room, she found two other men waiting for her, friends of Jack's she'd seen around the schoolyard. Before she had a chance to question him or run, Jack held her prisoner, his gruff manner becoming absolutely violent.
"Shaddup!" he growled, baring his teeth as if he were going to tear out her throat.
Trina felt her flesh crawl as she leaned back away from the young, thick-muscled man. His black mustache and unkempt beard gleamed, it seemed, with evil. His fingers dug painfully in her arms, leaving small bruises as he dragged her through the locker room, his friends following behind them. Now they stood in the communal showers, the bright slick tile reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead. Trina blinked, looking from one man to the other. She could find no mercy here.
"Waggin' that ass around, prancin' it as if you was gonna sell it or somethin'," the first man said, running his callused fingers through his stringy blond hair.
"Yeah, and you knowin' all the time you weren't gonna put out. Man, you're nothin' but a shitty little cock-tease. And we're gonna make you pay for it, bitch," the second dark-haired man said, his thick lips curled into a smile revealing a double row of yellowed teeth. Trina felt sick to her stomach.
"Come on, come on, let's see the fuckin' pig squeal," Jack said, yanking down on her hair again.
Trina's eyelids fluttered as the pain grew almost unbearable. She pulled away again, her fingers clawing instinctively against the big man's bare arms. He smelled of sweat, beer and stale cigarette smoke. Suddenly all the things that had appealed to her became repugnant. Oh, how she wanted to run, run back to the safety of her mother's tyrannical home. Anything, she felt, would be better than this.
"Come on."
She kept her head down, her long blonde hair falling over her face. With one shove Jack thrust
Trina forward. She stumbled, raising her hands to sweep her hair from her face. Her scalp and arms ached from the brutal treatment and she rubbed those injured areas briskly with her hands, crouching like an animal in the shower area, waiting for their next move.
"Get 'er up," Jack barked.
She had tripped and fallen sprawling on her hands and knees onto the cement floor just inside the raised floor sill. Big hands grabbed her shoulders and held her upright. Then someone was tearing her blouse away. The ripping sound made her mind cry with terror. Jerking both arms around her chest, she tried to keep them from stripping her.
"No, no, don't do this! HELP, HELP!"
But no one would hear her futile cries. The two men laughed, shredding her blouse, bra and skirt from her body, shamelessly pawing her, slapping her bare, plump ass-cheeks after tearing off her briefs. Trina wheeled and twisted around and around, trying to cover her tits and pussy with her crossed arms. She bent forward slightly, her face burning with shame and guilt.
The bigger of the two men turned Trina around and pulled her arms down roughly. He reached around and pinched her nipples, watching the girl's face register shock and horror at what he was doing. She was naked, naked for the first time in front of men. And they were laughing at her, hurting her as if she were nothing!
"This is gonna be real good," Jack muttered, picking up the nozzle of the hose used to wash down the shower floor after the football team practice. He examined the brass tip, fiddling with it to get the maximum spray, then holding it down between his legs as if it were an extension of his cock.
Trina backed up, trying to hide her pussy from the laughing eyes of that group. Her waist-length hair hung in tangled clumps all around her terrified face. Some claw marks started to appear around her tits and ass where the men had held her brutally. She felt her chest tightening, her mouth becoming as dry as cotton as she looked at the three men.
"You ever seen anything as pretty as that, Ron?" the leader asked, rubbing his crotch with one hand while still holding tightly onto the hose.
"Naw, nothin' like it."
Trina surveyed the men, measuring them as she tried to press herself backward through the walls. Her hair stirred, flying across her tits as she turned her head one way and the other, desperately searching for an escape. They were still laughing at her, calling her all sorts of terrible, filthy names. Suddenly the girl's pride rose sharply, making her eyes harden. She felt her mouth set in a tight line. Jack laughed, noticing her change.
"You think you're gonna get outta here fast, don'tcha? Baby, you're gonna be here as long as I want it."
A wild notion that she could beat him rose inside her. Trina raised her chin and she smirked back at the men. She didn't care what they said. They couldn't break her spirit. She wasn't like her cousin Donna, always crying around the house about how miserable she was without doing anything about it. She wasn't like that.
"OH!"
A blast of hot water smashed into her rib cage. She opened her mouth in surprise. Jack and his other buddy, Brad, had uncoiled the heavy hose and were now playing a stream of scalding water over her body. Ron worked the dual knobs behind them that admitted hot and/or cold water into the nozzle. Trina struggled to stay afoot. The initial blow had been a shock, nearly sending her onto her ass. She skated unsteadily and slid on the wet floor. The smooth-finished concrete was like ice under her bare feet.
"Stop it, STOP!"
She was screaming, trying to protect her cunt, tits and face from the heavy stream. The steaming jet of water roared and splashed in the small room. She could hear Jack shouting something about cleaning animals for the market. It made her angry. She glared at the men, summoning enough energy to spit in their direction. But the effort made the next blast of water catch her unawares. The stream shot down to her ankles, sending her toppling head-first to the floor.
"OH!"
Trina tried to struggle to her feet again. She was humiliated, blind with fury, forced to act like this in front of these men. She couldn't stop them or stop the strange sexy feelings rising in her pussy. This was something she'd never counted on. It was like one of those S & M stories she'd seen in the magazines her girlfriends passed around in the john. Three husky men alone with her in a shower room, each of them-she was sure-wanting her. But Trina wasn't sure if she could go that far. Even with all the rebellion in her mind against her mother's terrible morality, the blonde felt nervous, afraid about letting a man "go all the way."
"Unghhh!"
The water hit her like a hammer now, moving up to her pussy, opening her cunt lips and setting a lusty flash of fire on her clit. Trina doubled up, her mouth opening wide as the blast of erotic sensation nearly paralyzed her. No one had ever done anything like this to her. Jack once had touched her pussy, working his fingers into her tight hole while she closed her legs and milked her thighs against his wrist. But that was the most daring thing she'd done. Jack had promised her more and she half-agreed with him that she'd try. "UmmmOOHHHH!"
"Man, look at her. She's turnin' onto the fuckin' water," Ron said, playing with the controls. At times cooler water would hit the girl, only to be followed by a stream that nearly burned off her flesh.
"Oh no, NO!"
The water was just hot enough to make her sweat under it. The girl rolled onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from that terrible, teasing stream. She knew it was wrong to feel things like this. And this was happening to her in public. Three men were out there behind the puffs of steam now rising from the slick concrete floor. They were torturing her, playing with her as if she were a sex toy, training that stream of water on her, watching her buck and hunch and jerk while the drops teased and heated her tight, virgin cunt. "STOP!"
Trina's long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She fought to get free from those coils. Jack and Brad moved the stream up, now shooting the water straight up between her thighs. Trina's eyelids opened wide, her head thrown back while she hunched back at it involuntarily. Oh, this was utterly shameless! She'd done some wild things before, but this was another story. The blast of hot water against her ass and pussy mouth was like a huge tongue, driving into both holes at once.
"This is...is wrong," she told herself, her face mirroring the confusion and arousal torturing her mind and body. Her slick body moved like a snake's on the wet, smooth concrete. She didn't dare turn to face the stream. The force of the water would drown her if those men chose to do it. No, they wouldn't kill her. What a silly idea. But still the thought circled her brain again and again as she fought the steady stream.
"It's right, baby...real right for you. You're a bitch, a little bitch, diggin' this," Brad shouted, nudging Jack in the ribs as he helped his buddy torture the young girl.
He was right. Her mother had kept calling cousin Donna a whore, the daughter of a slut. But she, Trina, was the whore! She was the one who couldn't keep her pussy to herself. And now that was causing her all this trouble.
Jack and Brad stepped around, directing the flow against every part of Trina's lithe body. The girl tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was little chance of that. All the young men were really into this act now. She could tell from their silence they were watching her with increasing sexual interest, their cocks hard, throbbing against the fronts of their Levi's. As she twisted and crawled helplessly over the shower room floor, they all wanted to fuck her, she knew. But there was something more in their look, something more in the tones of their voices. Fucking, yes. But there'd be more than just that before they finished.