She had never been given a present before, birthdays and Christmas were barely acknowledged by her mother and her many lovers, all they meant was her mother got very drunk hooked up with the nearest guy and spent the night screwing him in front of her terrified daughter. Mary saw the uncertainty in the child's eyes she had lost count of the number of children she had seen brought to her in this condition. This dainty, pretty little girl had survived horrors that would crush most adults, starved, beaten ignored and left to fend for herself seeing things she should never have witnessed. The other Social Worker, a guy called Simon, knelt to address her and Melody backed away, men terrified her all they did was hit her and hurt her, none of the ones she had contact with had ever shown her anything but pain. 'Hello Melody, I am Simon and I have a gift for you too.' She started to tremble with fear she knew the gifts men had for her, the back of a hand across her face, or the same hand gripping her hair and shaking her violently or the sick ones who put her across their knees and spanked her hard before throwing her away and hurting her Mama. Men were not to be trusted and she backed into the Nurse's legs her eyes wide and fearful, the man looked surprised and then hurt by her actions, 'Hey, it's okay, I won't hurt you Melody I just wanted to give you this.' He held out a pretty dolly to her but she made no move to take it, she knew this game as soon as her hand reached out to take it the dolly would be snatched away and the hand would grab her and shake her until her teeth rattled. Simon saw the fear in her eyes and stood up handing the doll to Mary without a word, they knew not to push a child so badly traumatised. Mary smiled at the little girl and handed her the doll, 'There you go, isn't that nice of Simon to remember your birthday like I did?' Melody said nothing clutching the teddy bear she carefully placed the doll on the floor and then fled back into the arms of the kind Nurse, 'Hey, hey come on now that's not a very nice thing to do, you have hurt Simon's feelings.' The Nurse was old fashioned not knowing the little girl had been taken from her dead mother's side and was severely traumatised she set Melody away from her and frowned disapprovingly, 'Did your Mama not teach you any manners, young lady? You go pick up that pretty dolly and apologise to Simon right now.' Melody was appalled, she had thought she was safe with these people, hadn't they cleaned her and fed her? Confused and scared she looked at the floor frozen where she stood the teddy bear dropping from her hand as she trembled violently. Mary rushed forward to sweep her into her arms and hold her close stroking her back and murmuring softly in her ear, 'It's okay baby girl, it's okay.' Glaring at the Nurse for her insensitivity she scooped up the teddy and walked out of the room to sit in a chair in the corridor rocking her gently. 'You okay baby girl?' Melody felt safe in this older woman's arms somehow she knew no one would hurt if Mary was there so she snuggled against her shoulder clutching the teddy to her chest. The adults continued talking over her head but she did not listen just stuck her thumb in her mouth and relaxed under the gentleness of Mary's touch. 'Do we have a foster home for her?' Simon asked looking at Mary and then their boss, Julian Fisher, he was the Head of the Social Services Team at the hospital and had just arrived after reading the little girl's notes. 'She needs specialist care, as far as we can see she has not been sexually abused but definitely physical abuse, mental abuse, starvation and I would guess she had been subjected to some pretty horrific sights.' All the adults paused to look at the tiny pretty child sitting so quietly and still on the senior Social Worker's knee, it was an unnatural position, she appeared to be cuddled into Mary but if you looked closely she was holding herself so stiffly it had to be painful for her. 'We have only one family capable of giving her the care she needs but they are retiring soon. I'm not sure it would be beneficial for her to go to them and then have to be relocated just as she's settled.' Julian looked at the two Social Workers both knew the service was overworked and understaffed, with a huge shortage of facilities for every sector. The couple Julian mentioned Anna and Henry, had been foster carers for more than twenty years, when their own children had grown up and left to start their own lives, the couple had begun taking in unwanted and traumatised children. They had an amazing success story, almost all the children they cared for went on to lead 'normal' fruitful lives. If this tiny child was to have any chance at all she needed their care for however long they could give it so Mary sighed and stood up cradling Melody in her arms. 'We don't have a choice, the system would crush her she's far too fragile for anyone else.' Anna and Henry welcomed the little girl using all their years of experience, they did not crowd her or make any fuss of her, instead, they spoke in soft voices, showing her to her room, telling her what was hers and what she needed to do. Children as traumatised as Melody needed structure and rules to follow as they tried to make sense of their new world. It took the couple a month to break down some of the walls the little girl had erected, slowly she told them of the abuse she had suffered, and the doll Simon had bought her remained untouched on a chair in her room.
The teddy bear on the other hand never left her side wherever they went the bear went she refused to be parted from it to the point if anyone tried to take it from her she screamed the place down. Everything was written down in her diary so the 'experts' knew what they were dealing with and Melody began to blossom, when she realised no one was going to take her from this kind, caring couple and she could eat and sleep to her heart content the fear left her and she put on the weight she needed and even grew a couple of inches. They decided to attempt sending her to school, she needed to be in an environment with other children and see what it was like to be a child. For Melody it was an eye-opener, she loved school from the first day, it was a paradise to her traumatised brain, she could play, read, learn and more importantly make friends. Anna and Henry fell in love with the gentle, charming, beautiful little girl, once they broke through her fears she was a very loving child always c
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
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