She was thirteen and hid it well with make up and the way she dressed. She would pass as 18 any day. Her little mini skirt barely covered her ass and so low on her hips that it looked like she would be showing that sweet pussy at any moment. She had developed early and had boobs that made your mouth water. Lots of long blonde hair, with little curls and ringlets, and big blue eyes that she accented with eye make up and plenty of mascara helped to hide the child with in.
She had left home to escape abusive parents. She was willing to try her luck on the streets rather than risk another beating from her father when he was drunk and wanted to rape her. Or her mother's slapping and hitting and calling her a whore and a tramp every time he did. She wasn't any of those things when she ran away but she sure was now. Alone on the streets it didn't take long for a pimp to find her. He helped her out and gave her some love and attention. Then he put her out on the streets to earn money for him with her beauty and her body.
Then she got trapped in a clean up of the streets by the police. Booked and fingerprinted she now had a record. She always gave her age as 18 and no one bothered to find out if this was the truth. Her pimp had given her a new identity, Social Security number and even a driver's license. He took the name and date of birth from a small tombstone of a baby or young child that had died 18 years ago. She was that person in the eyes of the state.
Her name was Brandy and somehow that fit. She was good to sniff, she looked prime and when tasted by a connoisseur he pronounced her excellent. Now she was on the streets again dressed like a whore waiting for a car to stop. She needed to make her quota for the night and escape a beating. If she thought life at home was bad she quickly found out living like this wasn't any better. Trapped in this endless cycle, she didn't know how to escape. For one so young she had spiraled down to this. A whore and a prostitute, lying on her back to make money for some man whose only talent was to hit harder than she could hit back. He was careful not to bruise her, using a towel wrapped around his hand as he hit her over and over if she didn't make enough in one night to suit him. She didn't think it could get any worse but it could. Much worse.
The night would soon be over. It had been slow, more girls hanging on the corner than men in cars that pulled up looking for a quick blow job or a hot fuck in a cheap hotel room. She was desperate as she hadn't hit her quota for the night. She walked up and down the curb, her stiletto heeled fuck me shoes killing her feet. A sleek, black Lincoln stopped next to her and the window slide silently down.
"Hey there. How much for a leisurely fuck in a nice hotel for a change." She bent down to stick her head in the window.
A good looking silver haired man with a great tan was smiling at her showing off perfect white teeth. He was wearing an expensive suit and she saw the flash of a gold Rolex on his wrist. Maybe her luck had changed.
"Depends on what you want." She smiled her sexy smile and saw his eyes go to her little top that did nothing to hide her breasts when she leaned forward like this.
"I want a good time, I won't hurt you and I'll pay what ever you say." His smiled at her and she thought she might make her quota after all.
"Fifty bucks and I'm yours!" She licked at her full, pink lips as she watched his eyes.
"Get in. You won't be sorry, I promise."
Brandy opened the car door and slid in the front seat and buckled the seat belt. The car pulled away from the curb and took off down the street. Just then someone grabbed her from behind and before she knew what was going on she was hand cuffed and the man in the back seat was reading her rights. Shit. The cops.
"Damn you. This is entrapment. You tricked me."
"Girl, the minute you walked out on the curb dressed like that you were ours to take. You can spend some time in jail till your pimp bails you out. If he does."
"Oh, he will. I'm too good. He won't let me sit in jail." She gave a smug smile. At least she was off her feet.
"When he shows up we'll get him, too. You work for Jorgie, don't you?"
"How did you know that?" This surprised Brandy.
"We know a lot and the mayor wants us to clean up the streets. He is fed up with a bunch of whores giving this part of town such a bad reputation." The driver looked over at her and almost sneered at her.
"Oh, so taking a few girls like me off the streets will clean everything up. What about the drug dealers and the Johns and the gang bangers. Why aren't you picking them up?" She was mad.
"The minute you agreed to a price, I had you. The others are hard to catch and have the arrest will stand up in court."
"Like I'm some big threat to the population at large. If men didn't want sex from us we wouldn't be out here. How many Johns did you pick up tonight?"
"You have a bad mouth and an attitude. You are making this harder on yourself. Get me mad and things will go even worse for you." He gave her a look that should scare her. She had seen worse.
"Screw you. Oh, yes. I bet you would love to screw me, you pervert!" Brandy looked out the window and ignored the two men. So a night in jail wouldn't be so bad. She might even get some sleep.
The next day she was in court, before a judge. She didn't have anything else to wear so she looked every inch the whore they were calling her. She couldn't tell them her real age or they would get her on false ID. Jorgie didn't show up to post bail. He was selling some drugs to another under cover cop and they got him. She couldn't believe it when they tore her apart, all her arrests, being in the presence of a known drug dealer and the list went on and on. The cops had planted drugs on her that they found them by searching her. This wasn't the first time the cops got her so her record looked bad. In a state of complete confusion and denial she heard the judge give her 2 years. She would go to the county prison for women as that was the only place available for now. All the jails were full and it was all over so fast she couldn't believe it when she was in a bus with a bunch of women going out to prison.
Brandy though she was in hell. The first week was hard. They gave her clothes to wear and bedding for her cot. This was an old place and it smelled musty and it looked dirty. She had a room mate that looked like wanted to eat her for lunch. Her name was Bertha. No one has the name of Bertha! She was a big woman, tall and strong and she seemed to have a bad reputation. She scared Brandy and for good reason. Bertha was in for assault and battery. She had worked her husband over with a base ball bat, killing him. She had nothing to lose. She was in for a long time. Now that she was around women all day this cute little blonde looked real good to her.
"I'll give you a tip, girl. You do as I say and don't get me mad and we'll get along. You cross me or try to fight me I'll turn you into dead meat." Bertha was glaring at Brandy and thinking she was really lucky to get this hot little darling thrown in her cell. She had more than one way to use Brandy and she would.
"This is a terrible place. The food is awful and everyone is so mean." Brandy was sitting on her bunk in the uniform of the prison. Blue pants, blue shirt and blue sneakers. No pockets to hide anything in. Very few personal possessions, if they could afford them. Not that she had any. She had no one. She was on her own and this was worse than being at home and letting her dad use her for a punching bag.
"Oh, poor little baby. I suppose you are used to nothing but the best. Why are you in here, then?" Bertha was standing in front of her with her hands on her hips. "I hate whiners."
"I was set up. Entrapment and evidence was planted on me. I don't belong in here with all these horrible women."
"I'm one of those horrible women. Every night we are locked in her alone. Don't get me mad, little snooty pants. You ain't seen nothing yet." She laughed at this naive woman sitting on the bunk in front of her. She looked like a little kid and Bertha was about ready to make her move. "Let me tell you something, Brandy." She gave a snort of a laugh. "As if that is your real name. Sounds like a name some pimp gave his whore."
"He did. So what?"
"This is what. I run this place. You are prime meat for me, any one I want to give you to and something the guards already want. The male guards. I can make a lot of money using you."
"What in the hell do you mean?" Brandy jumped up and stood glaring at this big woman that was trying to tell her what was going to happen. "No one is going to use me in here. I've had enough of that." She glared at Bertha and wanted to slap that smug look off her face.
"Honey, it's just beginning. Show me the proper respect or your life will be a living hell." Bertha walked up to Brandy and scooped her up in her arms and kissed her hard on her lips, tongue deep in her mouth. Her hands massaging that cute ass she had been admiring every since Brandy came into her cell.
Brandy struggled, trying to get away. She beat on Bertha's back with her hands and tried to get her knee up to dig it into her crotch. Not that it would hurt like it would if she was a man but this was just a reflex action.
Bertha let go of her and slapped her across the face. "That was a big mistake, Brandy. Don't forget we go to the showers before lights out. I have a nice party all arranged for you."
Brandy fell back on her cot and looked up at his nightmare she was facing. "What do you mean?" She almost whispered.
"You'll find out, girl. To bad you got on my wrong side. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you and clean up with cigarettes while I'm at it." She reached down and pinched Brandy on one of her nipples, hard.
A very scared and subdued Brandy went to dinner with Bertha always right next to her. She could see women looking at her and grinning like they new some big secret. The food was terrible and now that she was afraid she had trouble eating. She wanted to die.
Dinner over, they left the dinning room with cat calls following them. Bertha was grinning like a Cheshire cat and Brandy wanted to know what was going on. Back in their cell it was time to go to the showers. Each woman took her sleeping gown, towel, soap and shampoo issued by the prison and they went off in groups of 20 to the shower rooms. A nice warm shower would feel good so Brandy went along like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Once in the room with some female guards observing they striped, folding their clothes and found a shower head and turned on the water. Brandy got lost in the feel of the warm water pouring over her body. She shampooed her hair and when she was rinsing it she felt someone grab her from behind.
Startled, she looked behind her as she was pulled down on the cement floor by two women. She didn't know them. Bertha was standing by the door, watching our for any guard.
"What. What are you doing?" She started to twist and struggle to get up. Someone grabbed her ankles and someone held her down by her shoulders. A woman was lying on her, kissing her and holding her head so she couldn't move.
"Oh honey, you are so sweet. I need to love you, sweet girl." Kissing her and sucking on her nipples and rubbing her hands all over her body this stranger was loving every bit of her body with her mouth.
Brandy felt something go in her pussy. Something hard and she knew someone was fucking her. She tried to see what was going on but someone held her head down. This stranger was fucking her with something and having a great time doing it. She squealed out, shuddered and had an orgasm. As she moved off another woman got on top of her. This was rape. Raped by these twisted and distorted humans. She thought they were using a dildo on her. They were ravishing her breasts, her nipples sucked and someone was kissing her and plunging a tongue in her mouth almost all the time. The more she struggled the more they worked her over. Finally she just gave into it and lay on her back on the hard cement with the showers still running, wondering where the guards were.
Then she found out. "Pull her over here out of the water." A very male voice was commanding them. She was pulled on her back over by the benches that were filled with towels and gowns.
A fat guard, one that had been looking her over every chance he got, got on top of her. He grinned down at her and he was naked. "Welcome to my little club, girlie. You are going to be one of my little whores. I will make a lot of money off you. You are prime, girl. You look so young and believe me you are going to be busy in here."
Brandy tried to move her head out of the way as his fat lips began to come toward her mouth. Someone was holding her head so she couldn't move. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep. He moaned as his hand squeezed and massaged her breasts. Then she felt his big cock slowly sliding into her body. He was so big and he rammed his cock in her, deep and hard. She was dry from all the dildos the women had used. She looked up and one of the women was sucking the end that she had put in Brandy as she watched this fat guard begin to pump his cock in and out of her. She winked at Brandy. The room got quiet as the women watched this man take Brandy for the first time. He was banging away at her, thrusting his hips hard and moaning.
"Oh god, she is tight. Tight little pussy just for us. She is a whore so what did she expect." His mouth came down on hers again then he was banging at her pussy with such force she felt her body jerking back and forth on the concrete floor. She had to stop fighting and get it over with. He took his time, even if he was banging so hard. He must have the constitution of a bull.
Then he was roaring out as he banged her even harder, then she felt her pussy fill with some of his warm cum. He pulled out and shot cum all over her tummy and breasts. He stood up, laughing.
"Now she has my brand. You ladies can do what you want with her but I get her every time she is in here. At least till something better comes along." He was standing over Brandy now. His big cock had shrunk up and he was ugly, ugly, ugly.
Brandy wanted to die. This hairy monster had raped her and every one was cheering him on. She must be in hell. His black hairy chest was matted now from sweat and he stood under the shower to rinse off. With water flowing down over his body he was like a big hippo that was coming up out of the water. That thought made her giggle and she started to laugh. It was hysterical laughing but laugher all the same.
"What in the hell does she have to laugh about?" The guard turned and looked down at the helpless Brandy. "Share it with us, bitch."
By then she was shivering and crying and wanted to go climb in her cot. Would this ever end?
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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