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
The room was full of bric-a-brac and old newspapers, the couple collected them and sold them to people as animal bedding. It was another tedious task they made the girls do, forcing them to spend hours cutting the papers into neat strips to be bundled together. The old woman would carefully measure each bundle and if they got any wrong she would beat them with the ruler she used to measure with. Everything in the room was old and worn, it was a tinder box, she grimaced as the old man banged again sending dust and plaster floating to the floor. He was shouting and yelling that he was uncomfortable and Melody must come at once to relieve him, she knew what that incurred. He would have kicked off his bedding so his naked bottom half was on show and she would be expected to cover him up and plump his pillows. His hands would be all over her body and she was not allowed to make a sound, any protest meant more humiliation. She shuddered as she thought of the numerous spankings she had endur
She demanded on the verge of running her heart was pounding so hard, that she pushed the girls away from the strangers and one of the younger girls stumbled. Caught off guard Melody reacted quickly and grabbed her as she fell and at the same time the women moving just as quickly reached for the young girl too and their hands touched briefly. The woman’s fingers touched her skin and she felt a wonderful sense of warmth and peace jolt through her as she snatched her hand away. Instinctively she knew the couple could be trusted the voice in her head told her these people were friends and could be trusted. She sneered at the voice angrily, 'You've changed your tune, you told me to be wary.' The voice answered immediately, 'But you felt it too, you know they are not going to hurt you, you felt the connection. Trust your instincts Melody/' She could not relax blinking in bewilderment she looked at her hand and then back at the woman confused and unsure of what to do.‘My poor child, please
She stretched and then slipped out of the warm comfy bed to head down and see what was going on. The girls were sat at the table strewn with more food than any of them had ever seen and they were talking animatedly to the couple. Melody was shocked to hear them pouring out the abuse they had all suffered and she sat down quickly, 'That's enough, what happened back there is not a subject to be discussed in this way.' Her voice came out sharper than she had intended and the girls looked chastened lapsing into silence they looked down at their plates and she felt guilty, 'That wasn't fair Melody.' The woman said softly, 'It is far better for them to get this out in the open so it can be addressed don't you agree? Melody looked away her golden eyes filled with tears she did not trust as easily as her young charges and to her, these secrets were best buried under lock and key never to be spoken of again, she took a deep breath and replied in a neutral voice, 'No, I think some things are be