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Filename: desperat.txt
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story_codes: MM+/g(11), semi-cons

story_intro: Often abandoned by their prostitute mother for days at a time, two young sisters become desperate for food. Eleven year-old Ashley has recently discovered what their mother does for a living and must consider if she should do the same for the sake of her and her little sister.


story_language: English




Desperate Measures

Written by madvlad


	"Ashley, when is Mommy coming home? I'm hungry."

	Feeling the sympathetic rumbling in her own stomach, Ashley looked at her younger sister. Carly shared the same pale complexion with dark brown hair and soft, dark eyes. Five years her sister's senior, Ashley's face still held a childish roundness in contrast to her slim figure. While some girls in her class had begun to noticeably develop, Ashley's body had retained most of its immature features save for a modest pair of swellings on her chest that most of her shirts concealed. The effect, along with her short stature, made her appear younger than she was.

	"I know, Carly," Ashley sighed. "But we have to be careful with what we have left here because I don't know when she'll be home."

	"I wish her job didn't make her go away all the time," Carly grumbled and wandered off to the small bedroom they shared.

	Ashley pondered this as she checked the kitchen cabinets once more with some absurd hope that there would be a cache of food she had somehow missed. A few months ago, Ashley had discovered that her mother was not a waitress as she had claimed but a prostitute. The eleven year-old was terribly ashamed but dared not say anything to her mother. Once, when Ashely went begging to neighbors for food, her mother had beat her so badly when she found out that Ashley had to miss school for over a week until the bruises had sufficiently faded.

	Ashley had been born when her mother was sixteen. Her entire home life had been spent carefully avoiding the woman's wrath.  By the time she was nine, her mother had decided that Ashley could watch Carly and save some money for a sitter.  But for the last year, her mother had been spending less on food and clothing for her daughters and had taken to disappearing for days at a time. 

	Snooping in her mother's bedroom when she was out, Ashley had found drug paraphernalia and paperwork from various arrests. Again, she never said anything. But now they were out of food and Ashley had no idea when or if her mother would be back. She could go to the authorities or to someone at school, but the combination of shame and the fear of her mother's retribution kept her from doing so. Plus, she feared if social services were to take her and Carly away, she might never see her sister again.

	Looking out the window, she saw two girls from her apartment building hanging out on the sidewalk. Juanita was thirteen and Gloria was fourteen. They were tough girls with a noticeably hard edge in the character. Yet, they always seemed to have money, especially for the flashy, tight-fitting outfits they favored. 

	Telling Carling to stay put, Ashley went downstairs and outside to see if they could help her. While they weren't friends with her, Ashley had never been snotty with them like some other girls in the building were. Taking a deep breath, she tried to appeal cool and casual as she approached the two. Juanita was Hispanic and Gloria was white, with bleached blonde hair.

	"Um, hi," Ashley said to them as she neared.

	"'Sup, girl?" Juanita nodded.

	"Your mom back yet?" Gloria asked. "Word is she went upstate for some convention or something."

	"Oh, is that where she went?"

	"Hell yeah," Gloria laughed. "The johns there pay better than the dick wads around here."

	"Who's John?" Ashley asked.

	"For real, girl?" Juanita asked with a smirk. "You know what your mama does?"

	Ashley's face colored and she stared at the sidewalk as she nodded.

	"Hey, it's no big deal," Gloria told her. "If she was a CEO or something, she wouldn't be living in this shit hole, would she?"

	"I guess not," Ashley conceded, relieved they weren't looking down at her because of what her mother did. "But I was wondering if you could help me. There's no food left and my little sister is hungry and I...I..."

	Ashley started to cry and started to turn away when Juanita grabbed her arm.

	"Chill out, girl," she said. "I can float you something."

	Both she and Gloria each fished out a few bills and gave them to Ashley. Ashley thanked them profusely and promised she was would try to pay them back. But Gloria shook her head.

	"You don't owe us, shit," she said. "But you've got to learn to earn, baby."

	"Yeah," Juanita agreed as she eyed Ashley critically. "I think you can pop a few hard-ons in the trade. Me and Gloria know."

	Ashley stared at them for a moment until the realization sunk in. Now she understood where they got their money from. Her thought process must have been transparent on her face because Gloria and Juanita laughed.

	"Shit," Gloria wheezed. "You're an open book. But seriously, you'd do good in the trade. You may as well get money for what someone's getting for free."

	"Get some dinner for you and your sis tonight. Then dress in your hottest tomorrow night and meet here at eight," Juanita told her. 

	"We'll show you the ropes," Gloria added.

	Ashley couldn't speak and only nodded as she went to the corner store with Gloria and Juanita still laughing behind her. What she never knew was that they had each been getting fucked since they were a little older than Carly and had been giving oral sex long before then - not of their own volition but as their life circumstances had dictated.

	Gloria and Juanita had assumed the same of Ashley, never suspecting she was still a virgin who hadn't even so much as ever kissed a boy.

	"Remember, don't answer the door and don't leave the apartment while I'm gone unless there's a fire or something," Ashley reminded her sister the following evening.

	"But if you're going to get money for food, I can help," Carly insisted.

	The image of some large, monstrous man leading the six year-old by the hand for something unimaginable briefly flashed in Ashley's head. Suppressing a shudder, she purged the image and shook her head.

	"No, what I need is to know you're safe in here and being a good girl."

	Carly puffed with pride.

	"I can do that."

	When Ashley met Gloria and Juanita outside, they looked at her proper-looking skirt and blouse and laughed.

	"Girl, we said dress your hottest - not for church," Juanita said, shaking her head.

	"But these are my best clothes," Ashley insisted, not having anything "hot" in her meager wardrobe.

	Gloria patted her on the shoulder.

	"That's okay," she said. "It's a good look for you. That schoolgirl virgin thing. Guys who want the young stuff will go for that."

	Ashley followed them to a nearby, 24-hour diner. Although the other two girls were buying and eating heartily, Ashley could do little more than move her food around the plate, barely managing to nibble on a couple of fries. Either unaware of or ignoring her discomfort, Gloria and Juanita went through their advice.

	"The night cook, Joe, is in charge during the hours he's here," Gloria started. "He knows what we're doing here and he's cool with it. Just sometimes he'll want a blowjob in exchange for letting us work here when the waitress is out grabbing a smoke or whatever. But he's not creepy about it."

	"And the waitresses don't give a shit, either," Juanita continued. "We bring in customers who are usually pretty good tippers."

	"Always work from the diner - never walk the streets looking to hook-up," Gloria cautioned.

	"Yeah," growled Juanita. "Out there, you got the creepier johns, cops, and the walking bitches who don't want you on their turf. And then some fucking pimps will try to own you, too."

	"God yes," Gloria groaned. "Stay the hell away from the pimps. They may come across as nice guys at first. You know, better money, offering protection. But the next thing you know, they'll be taking most of your cash, telling you where to go and what to do - usually some real nasty shit. And if you try to break away, they'll come after you."

	"And they'll try to get you hooked on some junk - bad shit," Juanita warned. "My cousin, Vera - she's all fucked up in the head. Don't matter what kind of rehab they do each time the cops nab her."

	Recalling her own mother's dabbling, Ashley silently vowed not to go down that route.

	"Now let's fix you up a little," Gloria said.

	She tugged on Ashley's blouse from the back, pulling it tight in front to emphasize the little mounds that were barely showing now. Then she told Ashley to unfasten the top two buttons. After she pulled Ashley's skirt up to show about half her thighs, she nodded in approval.

	They sat for another half hour before Juanita shifted her eyes a few times.

	"Dude at the counter, right on the corner, is checking you out, girl," Juanita purred.

	Ashley glanced, briefly making eye contact with a sandy-haired man in his early forties. Whipping her head back to Juanita, she whispered in a panicky voice.

	"What do I do now?"

	"Just get up real easy, look at him again, and then just walk outside. If he's looking to score, he'll be out in a minute," Gloria advised her.

	Ashley did as she was told. While waiting outside, she was considering a mad dash back to the apartment when a hand lightly touched her shoulder. 

	"I've got a room at the Elmwood," the man from the diner said casually. "And you can ride. Seventy-five okay?"

	Ashley numbly nodded. Gloria had said oral was usually forty and vaginal was seventy-five, although everything was negotiable - especially if the john looked loaded. But Ashley wasn't sure her voice could work. So she got into the man's car - a typical looking family sedan, and buckled in for the longest twelve-block ride of her life. The man's name was Greg and she was able to manage telling him her first name. 

	The seedy hotel lobby was poorly lit and aside from some fleeting glances her way, no one said anything. Ashley's face burned as the others all immediately identified her for what she was - for what she was about to become. 

	The room wasn't much better, although Ashley didn't see it as any poorer than her home. As Greg began to unbutton his shirt, her nerves spilled over.

	"I'm new at this and don't know what to do," she blurted, on the verge of tears.

	Unsure if this was part of an act or maybe a ploy to negotiate a higher price, Greg laughed.

	"What's there to know?" he asked. "Take off your clothes, lie on the bed, and spread your legs. I'll be the one doing all the work."

	Ashley felt extremely light-headed, as if her mind was detaching from her body and floating just outside. Like she was watching a surreal video, she saw her fingers fumbling at her clothing, removing it slowly until she was down to her small, flimsy bra and panties.

	Ashley's unintentional delays produced a sort of strip-tease that had Greg's motor running hard. At the diner, he wondered if she was just a very young-looking teen. Now as he observed her body, he was quite pleased. There wasn't much under the bra and he could see the smooth skin of her chest beginning to swell before it disappeared from into the thin white fabric of the brassiere.

	Swallowing hard, Ashley removed her bra, displaying her pale, pink-tipped breasts that were no larger than tangerine halves. She shut her eyes as she slid her panties off.

	Greg's breath caught in his throat as he saw the softness of Ashley's hairless cunny. Reaching out to feel her, he was stunned at the delicateness of her mons and understood that this was a very young girl. No amount of careful waxing could produce the childish smoothness beneath his fingers.

	"How old are you?" he asked hoarsely.

	"Eleven."

	That put her between the ages of his two daughters and Greg's arousal rocketed. He would never dare touch his own girls, but now he had the perfect proxy with which to satisfy his illicit lust. When Ashley lay on the bed, the look in his eyes made her shift backward as if to escape him before he was hovering above her.

	As he got closer to position, his penis brushed her knee, making her look to see what had made contact. Her eyes widened and she gulped as she saw the tool that would soon be used on her.

	"Lube me up," Greg said. "The tube's next to you."

	Ashley turned to see a tube of gel Greg had tossed on the bed as she was getting undressed. She unscrewed the lid and squeezed a small dollop on her finger, staring at it.

	"Don't be stingy," Greg chuckled. "It will be easier if I'm good and greasy."

	Ashley's eyes darted between the gel and his hard-on.

	"You mean I put it on your...um, penis?" she asked.

	"Of course."

	Ashley thought she faint as she began applying the stuff. But the man's dick wasn't slimy or anything - just warm and very hard. She took more gel from the tube and had him well-coated when he spoke again.

	"Now on you."

	"Me?"

	"Yes, I want to see you rub it all over your pussy."

	Ashley thought she couldn't have felt any dirtier before she had to touch herself as she applied the gel. Greg's eyes glittered as he instructed her to spread her labia and add more of the stuff inside.

	When he decided she had done enough, he lowered himself to her and pulled her legs up and around his hips. His greasy cock slid into her bald slit and pressed at her portal, making her inner labia stretch as helplessly as her mound parted and allowed him in. Feeling further resistance, he stopped. 

	"Jesus, you're still a virgin, aren't you?" he asked, amazed.

	"Yes," she said in a small voice, unable to contain the trickle of tears escaping her eyes.

	"Damn! And I thought you were just kind of new to hooking. I guess your cherry is a bonus for me."

	Ashley's faint hope that he might stop when he had felt her virginity now faded away. And the full impact of her new situation hit her a moment later when the man shoved into her, ripping through her membrane. Ashley cried, but Greg kept thrusting into her, opening her young sex to him.

	With the eleven year-old writhing beneath him, Greg rutted with great force to overtake the tightness of her small pussy. His cock reamed her preteen twat, expanding the virgin tunnel to satisfy his urges. After several minutes, Ashley's crying had subsided to sniffles and hiccups while her deflowered body became a receptacle for the man's lust. The unfamiliar movement of a stiff prick inside her made her petrified and she ceased all of her struggling, allowing the customer to have his way with no resistance.

	With a long groan, Greg came and Ashley shut her eyes as she felt the rush of invading wetness inside her sex. 

	"Felt that, didn't you?" Greg said with satisfaction as his cock remained lodged in the youthful cunt of his partner. "Now you can say you've been officially christened as a whore."

	Desperate to get out from under him so as not to feel him inside of her, Ashley tried to move but found herself pinned.

	"Are we done?" she asked timidly.

	"I don't think so," he replied. "I've booked this room for four hours."

	It was after one in the morning when Ashley stumbled out of Greg's car in front of the diner. She felt a low ache in her crotch, having endured three rounds of the man stabbing his prick into her before ending with a flood of seed that left her feeling irrevocably soiled. Neither Gloria nor Juanita was there and Ashley walked back to the apartment, unmindful of her disheveled appearance and the other eyes that tracked her barely ripening body in the murk of the night. 

	For the next week, Ashley learned the routine. The sharp fear of her first night was gone, replaced by the dull weight of dread for the acts she would perform.  In hotel rooms and in cars, she took men between her legs in several ways, finding there were untold numbers of ways for men to find their way into her, thrusting while sweaty hands explored her prepubescent figure, pinching and groping until another flood of semen claimed her.

	Others used her mouth. The first time had been unnerving and she only had disjointed memories of the hard thing sliding between her pressing lips while she used her tongue to keep it from burrowing into her throat. The man had liked how she used her tongue and had told her as such after he had ejaculated in her trembling mouth. 

	And so Ashley learned that with oral sex, she had some control as to how quickly the johns would cum, finishing the act as quickly as possible so she could earn what she needed for her and Carly and go home. At last they had sturdier clothing that fit and blankets that better shielded them from drafts. 

	Their mother came home for one night and Ashley stayed home, hoping her mother would shop for more food so she wouldn't have to return to the diner again. But the woman had seen some of the food her eldest daughter had purchased with her body and didn't wonder how it got there. Seeing no need to buy anything more, she disappeared again and Ashley once again left her sister alone.

	After serving two customers, Ashley went to the diner to eat since she was famished. Scribbling figures on a napkin, she found that with her and Carly now having other essentials they needed, she would only have to work one or two nights a week. Then Joe, the night cook, called her name.

	Ashley turned and saw him gesturing to her. The waitress was gone and she knew what he wanted. Walking behind the counter, she unzipped his pants and sucked his cock into her mouth. At least he was washed, which was more than many of her customers. By now, her lips and tongue were well practiced and she orally worked him to climax in a few minutes.

	With a mouthful of cum, she looked where to put it when he placed a trash pail next to her. Relieved, she spit her contents into it. Some of her customers demanded she swallow; a hateful thing to her as it allowed their jism to remain inside of her for far longer. Others smirked at the underage whore as she spat the stuff out in a toilet or in the street. Joe just patted her on the head and told her what a good job she had done.

	"Dinner's on the house," he said as he worked at the stove. "Gloria mentioned you have a little sister, right?"

	"Yes, but she doesn't...doesn't do this."

	Joe's eyebrows shot up for a moment and he looked apologetic.

	"No, I wasn't meaning anything like that. I'll just add some extra stuff for you to take home."

	For the first time with any of her men, Ashley smiled. By the time Joe was done, she was walking home with two bags weighted down with several meals for her and her sister. At this rate, she might only have to take care of Joe once in a while for their food and maybe another customer now and then for anything else. It was a pleasant thought to have as she let herself into the apartment. After showering, she slipped into bed, hearing Carly's breathing in the dark and at last matching her sister's untroubled slumber.

	"Ashley?"

	Ashley jerked in her seat, her eyes darting around the classroom where she had dozed off again. Several classmates were looking her way, but she could do nothing about that. Her late nights had been making her sleepy at school.

	She peered up at her teacher sheepishly.

	"Yes, Mrs. Foster."

	"I said Mr. Pearson wants to see you."

	There was no accusatory tone in the woman's voice, only a look of concern on her face - the same one she had been giving Ashley ever since the normally trouble-free girl had begun nodding off in class for the past week.

	Mumbling something, Ashley slipped from behind her desk and walked to the door. She heard some other students whispering but didn't look back as she exited.

	The principal's office! 

	She had never been sent to the principal before and now she must be in trouble for sleeping. Mrs. Foster had previously asked her quietly if there were troubles at home but Ashley denied anything was wrong. With her heart slamming in her chest, she went into the school's office and was ushered into the principal's office. The secretary shut the door behind her.

	"Sit down," Emmett Pearson said without looking up. 

	Ashley could see him writing something on a paper inside a very official looking manila folder. On its file tab, the folder had her name on it. At last, Pearson stopped writing and looked at her, focusing his stern eyes on her in a way that made Ashley feel as if he were drilling into her head to expose her every secret.

	"I rarely find a student so young in so much trouble," he began. 

	Having never been in trouble at school before, Ashley felt wretched. She felt as if she was as bad as the kids who skipped class or that boy in the seventh grade who had lit paper towels on fire in the boys' bathroom. She tried to apologize for falling asleep but he cut her off.

	"You wouldn't be sleeping if it weren't for more serious things, would you?" he said with rebuke. "What about the way you've been whoring about at all hours."

	Ashley felt as if she had been smashed into the back of her chair. Feeling flushed and dizzy, she could only listen as he continued.

	"Prostitution is illegal. And underage prostitution done willingly..." he pursed his lips in disgust.

	"Do you have any idea of the repercussions of this?"

	Ashley could only mutely shake her head. Pearson tapped his pen against the open folder.

	"Well this is what must be done and you will not deviate as we proceed," he began.

	Ashley was frozen in the chair, feeling the same floating detachment from her body as she had during that first night with the man who had taken her virginity. Pearson went on, those cold eyes boring into her. When he was finished, he fixed her with a glare that threatened to pierce her.

	"Do you understand completely?"

	Ashley managed a quick nod.

	"Then let's start."

	Shuddering, Ashley stood up and removed her panties before bending over Pearson's desk. Behind her, she could hear the familiar noises of someone lubricating an erection. Then her skirt was flipped up to expose her bare buttocks.

	Pearson focused on the bald little twat beneath Ashley's rear. She looked awfully small and tender there and his first thrust inside confirmed this. With sharp jabs, he fucked the helpless sixth grader on his desk, gritting his teeth with pleasure as he felt her little cunt gripping him as he moved inside of her. 

	Keeping one hand on her hip, he slid the other one under her, beneath her shirt and roughly pushing her bra up to expose a bare, budding titlet. It was small and firm, but quite squeezable. He toyed with the nipple, feeling it stiffen despite her whimpering displeasure over being raped. 
Yes, she was going to be a fun one to break in.

	As her chest was mauled and her pussy plundered, the preteen saw her principal's office go blurry through the film of tears that formed in her eyes. In stunned surrender, she remained in place until she felt his climax, choking on her bile as she was inseminated by her new pimp.

	

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