All Chapters of The Reluctant Golden Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The small child cowered in the corner of the room under the table her hands over her ears as the adults shouted at each other again, her whole short little life this was all she had known. The arguing came closer and the little girl trembled trying to sink into the wall behind her covering her face with her hands, if she could not see them then they could not see her she thought with a small child's intelligence. 'Come here you fucking brat.' A large calloused male hand grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out from under the table banging her head on the table top as he did so. 'You're always fucking hiding you little fuck, now make yourself useful and go and fetch me the whisky.' He tossed her to the kitchen door and she ban

The teddy bear on the other hand never left her side wherever she went the bear went with her she refused to be parted from it to the point that 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 lov

The Social Worker took her to an Orphanage miles away from everything and everyone she had ever 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 while living with her 'parents' 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 alone, the other girls tried to take her stuff and bully her and 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.'

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 legs spread wide so 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 raised 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 worth nothing else. The elderly man took

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.