They did not know what to do with her, they both had families of their own and their wives were not keen on having this little cuckoo in their nests. For her part Melody sensed her 'good' life was over she heard the brothers discussing her and her hopes were raised when they mentioned Boarding School, she would not mind that she loved school and anything was better than the limbo she had been left in. She had not been able to grieve for Henry and Anna, things had moved too fast from him dying to her Dementia, it appeared the couple had been hiding how bad Anna was. He had been managing her condition without help from anyone, they had decided it was better to keep it from themselves because he was coping. His death had exacerbated Anna's condition so rapidly that she lived for just six weeks in the home they had put her in. On Melody's tenth birthday, she found herself standing by the graveside of the only mother she had ever really known, her birth mother had ignored her for her first five years but Mary had given her the security and love all children deserve. Tears fell on her young cheeks as she laid the bouquet her brothers had given her on top of the coffin and her heart broke as she watched Anna laid to rest beside her beloved Henry. Her brothers held her small hands as they led her back to the car and then to their house for the Wake, she was placed on a chair and petted by Anna's friends while the brothers did their duty talking to all that came. Melody was frozen in her grief, she longed for someone to put their arms around her and tell her not to worry it would be alright but she knew it would not be. The voice in her head that had helped her through her darkest times was back with a vengeance, 'You must protect yourself, be prepared, something bad is coming.' So she kept out of the adult's way, trying to be invisible hoping they would forget about her but of course they did not, they watched her go to school and then scurry to her little room, they heard her crying herself to sleep and wanted to help. It was their wives who stopped them, saying they had enough to deal with and the situation became untenable for them when they both discovered they were pregnant again, one with her fourth child and the other with her third. There was no room in their hearts for the broken little girl, so her brothers began the arrangements for her to go to Boarding School. She was so close to her happy ending, that the school was impressed with the exceeding bright little girl, she was so quiet and obedient and very beautiful they would be happy to take her. She wanted to go, she knew she would be happy there but the voice told her it was not going to happen and sure enough the Authorities arrived two days before her admittance. The two Social Workers arrived with two Police Officers, they explained to the brothers that as the adoption had not been finalised and both their parents had died Melody was now a Ward of the Courts, an orphan to be cared for by the State. They went on to explain that it would be a simple procedure to change the application into one of their names if one of them wanted to adopt her instead. Both the brothers wanted to, and they said as much to the Social Workers, who went away smiling thinking this case would be wrapped very quickly. That night though their wives sat them down and pointed out all the responsibilities they had and taking on this child, who hadn't anything to do with them, she was not their sister she was the child of a violent drug user who had overdosed and who knew who her father was? They said that as she grew up these problems would manifest themselves and she would become a wild teenager who would almost certainly take drugs herself and that would mean she would steal and cause them no end of problems. Sadly the brothers listened to their wives even though Melody had never displayed any of the antisocial behaviours of her mother, even though she had been the star pupil at her school, and even though every single person who met her adored her they believed the lies their wives told them. The Social Workers could not believe the brother's cruelty when they rang them back the next day to call off the adoption. Three days later they returned to collect a terrified little girl with a suitcase clutching a battered old teddy bear, she did not cry or make a fuss when they placed her cases in the back of the car. When the female Social Worker took her and said it was time to go she went without a murmur, not saying goodbye or even looking back her shoulders were straight and her head held high. The oldest brother went to give her a hug he felt so guilty at what they were doing, she looked so small and fragile but his wife grabbed his elbow and shook her head, 'Don't make it any harder for her, just let her go.' Both brothers knew what they were doing was wrong and that their parents would never forgive them, it was a guilt they carried for the rest of their short lives. Within five years of their cruel act,both had succumbed to heart attacks leaving their families destitute as neither had thought to safeguard their families in case of this would happen. Their businesses collapsed and their selfish wives found themselves out of their luxurious lifestyle living in poverty in a place they had once described as hell on earth. Melody knew nothing of this her life of hell was only just beginning.
The Social Worker took her to an Orphanage miles away from everything and everyone she had known she was placed in a room with three other girls all similar age to her. It was a good job she was a quick learner and although she was petite she was tough, she had asked for karate lessons and self-defence classes and Mary had thought it was a good idea for her to learn how to look after herself. Those skills came in handy as soon as the Social Worker left her, the other girls tried to take her stuff and bully her they soon learned not to mess with the tiny blonde. She beat all three of them leaving them on the floor in tears when she floored the last girl a voice made her look up, 'Well, I think you will be wasted with this lot, you have talent little girl and you are coming to stay with me.' The older girl was Carla, and she basically ran the orphanage with her boyfriend Sean, they were the toughest kids in the place and had reached the top of their respective trees by fig
She had been horrified when he broke the kiss pushing him away but he had caught her wrists, 'Fight all you like my little beauty but you will give me what I want when you are old enough.' Melody was repulsed by his behaviour and stopped following him around staying with Carla instead who made damn sure she was never left alone with her boyfriend. Sean would not let it go and Carla became more possessive and angry, Melody found herself in a situation she could not escape, and both her so-called friends began to hurt her. He would push her violently against a wall or a tree anything she could pin her helplessly against and push his hardness into her belly. He grew braver when no one stopped him and followed her into the shower, she tried to scream but he pu
It was a violent introduction to the rest of their lives, the girl was brought in wearing just a white robe and tied to a bench her legs spread wide everything would be on display and open for him to use. The man or men would arrive in the room and openly pay the brothel owner flashing their cash to show how rich they are. When she had been paid for the man or men would walk onto the raided dais and strip naked then stroke their cocks showing off. The owner would then walk onto the dais and remove the cape leaving the girl naked and helpless and ready to be raped repeatedly. It was a lucrative business and the couple had over a million pounds squirrelled away in offshore accounts, they did not care about the young girls they condemned to a life of misery and pain. As far as they were concerned, if these stupid girls had not learned their lesson by the time they came to them, they were for nothing else. The elderly man took great pleasure in 'breaking them in' he made sure those he was
To Melody's disgust and humiliation, the woman came back with a small bowl and a towel with a razor, she then proceeded to shave off every hair in her body and she had never been so grateful to be a natural blonde. The woman had done this before, she was agile and adept and soon had Melody's pussy sleek and gleaming. As if he had sensed the woman had finished with her the man returned and he checked her very thoroughly, his hand rubbing over her pussy lips pulling them apart to make sure no hairs were left. Then he took pleasure in pushing his fingers inside her then rubbing her juices over her folds until they glistened with her juices, he pumped his fingers in and out of her watching as her clit engorged and her pussy lips swelled, then he shocked her even further by sucking her nipples hard she gasped out loud as he sucked them hard then tugged them with his fingers. He worked on them for some time alternately sucking them and then pinching them making her nipples elongate and hard
Melody never complained to the Social Workers again the older girls were right no one cared and no one would help them, she had to help herself. The months passed and Melody became immune to the constant back-breaking work, they were made to clean the house from top to bottom, every day, they had to do all the washing and cooking and the old woman checked everything. If she found one speck of dirt the girl who had left it was punished severely in front of all the others if she was for a private buyer it was a whipping but if the poor girl was destined for the brothels she was raped by the old man. It was not a pleasant sight and if he liked the girl he found a way to have her punished every day so he could satisfy his perverted lust. Just before her seventeenth birthday three new girls arrived, they were young, much younger than their normal intake and almost immobile with fear after they had been subjected to their initiation in the basement. The old woman put them in her room and to
He cackled at the horror on her face,‘That’s right girl, you are going to be tied up, spanked, whipped, and forced to do everything his sick mind wants you to do and he’s paying me well too.’He slapped her again and sent her back to the kitchen where the other girls looked at her sympathetically. They were all orphans like her and the monster upstairs and his hateful wife had taken them in at the request of the Authorities. Those Authorities had been very grateful to them, believing their couple lies about their need for ‘Caring for troubled young girls’ and they paid them well for opening up their home to these troublesome hard-to-place teenagers. Unbeknown to them the man had reasons for wanting only the girls no one else wanted, he took the difficult ones, the ones who had failed previous placements and were now a burden on the state. The ones with red markers on their files labelling them as troublemakers and whiners always complaining about things instead of doing as they were
The old man soon devised his sick routine so he still got his pleasure and the girls had to obey him, if they tried to refuse his wife whipped them until they did what he asked without question. The contacts he had made over the years paid well for the girls he sold them. When they turned eighteen he sold them on to private buyers or brothels they had been taught how to please a man so they could earn good money on their backs. The girls were so beaten by their treatment they looked forward to getting away from the house when it was their turn to leave but now he was down to his last four girls. The Authorities had finally decided the couple were too old to look after feisty teenagers and the old man was determined these four had to bring a decent amount when he sold them on. They were his ‘pension’ for his old age he was selling them as virgins and demanding a very high price, especially Melody. She had been sent to them after the Authorities labelled her as unruly and violent and
When they had finished their meagre meal they had to scrub down the whole kitchen until it gleamed before the wife sent them to their room. She told them to go straight to bed, talking was forbidden and if they left the room after lights out they would be severely beaten by her. The days always followed the same pattern, the girls were forced to scrub and clean, for hour after hour, hard physical work. They had no ‘modern’ appliances, so why should the couple spend good money on such things when they had these girls to do everything for them? Washing was done by hand in the bathtub, sweeping involved a large heavy bristle brush, floors were scrubbed by hand and the woman was very strict. She would march around with a long cane in her hand and use it freely, if she found a speck of dust or a smear of dirt the luckless girl would not be unable to sit down that night. There was no kindness in the elderly woman, she loved to make them suffer by doing the most disgusting tasks. The worst j