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story_codes: MMM+g/7, rape, cons

story_intro: Heidi was the object of bullying at school and scorn at home. Loneliness turns to horror when she is kidnapped and spends days in a van subjected to the cruel lusts of her captors before being sold to a brothel south of the border. After nearly two weeks there in forced service, another act of violence changes her life yet again.


story_language: English






Sins of the Fathers, Story 3

Written by madvlad


	Heidi's problems were all about her eyes. The first was quite obvious as her left eye was brown and her right was blue. It was a condition called heterochromia - a big word for the other seven year-olds in her class but one she knew quite well when she was in kindergarten and the doctor mentioned it. However, most of the kids decided it was far easier to tease her about it than to pronounce it.

	The other problem was that her mismatched eyes were wonderfully connected to her brain and she saw everything. And she could recall nearly all of it with remarkable precision. The doctors called it eidetic memory. The kids (and some adults when they thought she wasn't listening) called her a freak.

	Heidi was also extremely intelligent. She did well enough in school but tried to hide some of her abilities as she already stood out too much. Her parents, not too enthusiastically, had taken her to some specialists upon her kindergarten teacher's recommendations after Heidi demonstrated her abilities. Along with Eidetic memory, she had unusual perceptions about people and had abnormally acute recall beyond the boundaries of eidetic memory.

	The doctors said she would lose her eidetic skills around age twelve. Away from the grown-ups, she had spoken with several kids at the clinic who were thirteen and fourteen and had, according to the doctors lost their eidetic abilities. What the older boys and girls had told her, though, was that they simply learned to mask it because they were tired or tests and doctors and being different. Of course, they could still use their recall whenever it suited them. When Heidi and her parents left the clinic, she vowed that she would "lose" her extraordinary talents, too.

	Heidi had missed the school bus home again. It wasn't entirely her fault since she had to go looking for her backpack which had been hidden by her classmates again. She usually missed the bus once a week but she didn't mind it so much. She had the bus route memorized but already had shaved off much of the distance after looking at a street map and eliminating the other stops the bus would make. And when she walked home alone, she wasn't teased.

	She knew she would be alone when she got home, too. Her mother would be out shopping or with her friends or whatever. Her father would at work. She wasn't sure what he did and he was always evasive when she asked, sensing she might read too much into whatever answer he might give.

	Along with her lack of knowledge as to her father's occupation, she was never aware of how he had betrayed a man named Andre Spiros. But when the man in the van suddenly snatched her off the street, she learned about the kind of vengeance her father had earned.

	"She's a little fighter, isn't she?" Cory laughed as he held her arms while Dale and Ben were stripping her clothing from her.

	Heidi had wailed when they had removed her backpack and tossed it in to a corner of the van.

	"My homework!" she cried.

	"You've got a new assignment, kid," Dale replied before they started on her clothing.

	Stripped to her underpants, the little redhead's fair skin practically glowed in the van's interior. Heidi bawled even louder when they were removed and Dale's fingers probed the bald swelling of her little cunt. She didn't like it when he twisted his finger into her cleft. Somehow it went deeper - deeper than she wiped when she used the toilet, but he didn't get very far when something stopped him. It hurt her a little and she heard him say she still had her cherry.

	That made no sense but she had other concerns when she was rolled over. The man named Dale grabbed her hips and pulled them up until she was on her knees while her face was still pressed against the cold metal of the van's floor. Her touched her all over her bottom and then put something gooey between her cheeks. Then he pushed with his finger and put the stuff into her poop hole. Heidi thought she might throw up.

	Then he was holding her by the waist and pushing something else against her little hole. It was bigger than his finger and he was trying to push it into her. Suddenly her hole opened up so big that it hurt real bad. The thing was going inside of her, hurting it her more as it scraped through her hole and it hurt her deeper like it was trying to make another hole in her. Something hot and wet was trickling inside of her and she feared she might be bleeding. She wanted to struggle and break free but other men were holding her head and shoulders down. But she could scream.

	"Nice lungs," Ben remarked as Dale thrust into the girl to produce another ear-splitting shriek.

	"With an even better ass," replied Dale as he threaded his prick through the greasy clamp of the seven year-old's stretching anus.

	Heidi's buttocks jiggled as she was anally raped. Dale pounded her without mercy, forcing her guts to re-shape themselves for his invading cock. With her rectal tissues wrapping around his meat, he buggered her snug interior into submission. As her screaming subsided into rasping grunts, Dale's strokes became longer until his hairy ball sack was slapping the smooth little pillow of her snatch.

	From the red smears on his shaft, he knew he had torn her up a little but that was to be expected. It didn't look bad so he continued slamming his prick into the fleshy oven of the second grader's adorable little rear. Her supple and greasy ass tubing tugged and squeezed him as he moved inside of her and he rewarded the girl with boiling jets of semen that invaded her colon. As she was anally inseminated, the little girl made an odd keening sound in her throat but could do nothing to stop this new violation.

	Ben and Cory took their turns buggering the child and soiling her body with their ejaculations. While Cory was inside of her, the van stopped and Ben took the wheel so the first driver, Wally, could also enjoy their little guest. By the time they had crossed the state line, the stunned second grader, who had never seen a penis in her life, was now intimately familiar with the sensations of hard cocks thrusting inside of her bruised bottom, pubic hair scraping her soft ass cheeks, and the hot smear of semen in her bowels.

	When she was rolled over on her back, she read Dale's face and knew her ordeal was not over. Her legs were spread and folded up and when she saw him eyeing the little place between her thighs, a cold coil of fear snaked through her belly.

	Aside from its petite size, the little girl's hairless quim had no defense to stop the man's prick from boring into it. With a brutal shove, he deflowered the seven year-old, shredding her hymen to make another part of body exist for his satisfaction. Heidi found her voice again but none of her cries slowed the relentless boring inside her virgin snatch until her rapist had fully penetrated her unready sex.

	More of Heidi's blood oozed from her injured cunt with every thrust that made her innocent little hole produce lewd, wet noises. Rutting inside the tightness of the second grader's freshly opened pussy, Dale forced her into early womanhood, stretching her small tunnel obscenely wide. The moving hardness pressed against the child's rape-lubed, straining cunny walls, rubbing intensely until the little girl's unready uterus was creamed.

	For Heidi, it was four days of nearly round-the clock rapes. Once they had the fight out of her, the men also used her mouth so she was forced to service two men at once many times while the other one busied himself in his choice of opening below her waist.

	At one point, she was bound and gagged and stuffed into a musty duffel bag. It wasn't comfortable but at least her throbbing body wasn't getting worse abuse. The van hardly moved, only creeping forward in short runs until she heard new voices. They were speaking Spanish and this was how Heidi took her first trip to Mexico.

	Once they were clear of the border crossing, Heidi dozed off in her bag. She was awaked when the bag was tugged out and then opened. She blinked in the harsh sunlight as she was untied and the gag was removed.

	There were now other men eyeing her nude body, brushing fingers over her exotic white skin and red hair. Even if she couldn't understand them, she could tell how they looked at her face and made remarks that they had noticed her eyes. But it seemed to please them and eventually one of them counted a pile of hundred-dollar bills into Dale's hand.

	Heidi was taken inside a building where a weary-looking old woman roughly washed her, including the sore places where she had been used. Then she was taken to a bed with a thin, dirty mattress where her wrists were cuffed and attached to a chain welded to the rail at the head of the bed. Through the thin walls, she could hear other voices, some of them young like hers as the cheap beds creaked with motion.

	Then the men who had bought her arrived in her small room and sampled their new merchandise, staying between her legs before rolling her over and using her rear. Another old woman came in and cleaned her holes.

	After she left, the first paying customer came in. Several of his teeth gleamed with gold as unzipped his pants. With this swarthy cock at the ready, he climbed on top of the little white American girl and enjoyed his purchase.

	Heidi's parents, Phil and Leann, watched a crude video, probably taken with a cell phone, as several men took turns raping their little girl as she lay chained to some filthy bed in a Mexican brothel. On the phone's speaker, a digitized voice made commentary.

	"You were so disappointed with your daughter, Leann," the voice continued. "She was an odd duckling, never popular, never your idea of a perfect little girl who would follow in your vapid footsteps. But look at her now - men line up to have a go at her.

	Don't protest that you are innocent. You never seemed to mind the money your husband made and you certainly knew some of how that happened. But if it kept you in designer shoes while having fine wine with the gals at those expensive bistros, what did you care?

	You certainly didn't mind it when Phil got too greedy and made a big score at the cost of someone who had helped him rise to where he was already. So now you're in a predicament. We won't stop you from finding young Heidi, here. How you get her out in the event you do locate her should also be a challenge.

	Phil, of course, knows plenty of places south of the border where one can buy access to such young flesh. Perhaps it is a place he has frequented before?

	Were you aware of his attractions for the little ones, Leann? Was it another thing to turn a blind eye towards while you shopped at the best places? I wonder if you were worried about him fucking little Heidi. He didn't, you know - she was a virgin when my contractors made her acquaintance. But if he had, I'm sure you would have consoled yourself with a two thousand-dollar handbag while Daddy laid his wood to your little girl.

	So, perhaps I've given you some purpose in your lives - to rescue your daughter from the thousands of dicks waiting to have her. Of course, I think she might be better off being a whore than being raised by a pair of them, don't you think?"

	Clark looked out of place in the lobby of the place. His clothing was better most but it was his hygiene that made him really stand out. Not that he was a cleanliness freak or anything but he could tell that the stale odors wafting about were not from just one source.

	This place was on a route frequented by smugglers so the location overrode the need for better sanitation. He had heard of this place and, having just completed an assignment, decided to get his ashes hauled with some young stuff. Although not a smuggler himself, he preferred to travel along their routes since his work required a low profile. Documented entry into countries did not meet that kind of criteria.

	Clark was an assassin, a hit man, gun for hire, or whatever else his clients wished to call him. As long as their cash was good, they could call him Queen Lilly of the Flower Fairies for all he cared.

	Although he was quite capable of doing a straightforward hit, many of his requests were for something more discreet as if they were an accident or an act of natural causes. His last assignment had been like that. In that case, a severely overweight businessman had died in the saddle, so to speak, while having sex with his fifteen year-old mistress.

	The cause of death was a heart attack and an autopsy showed that he had not been taking his prescriptions of heavy-duty blood pressure medicine. In fact, the man had been taking his pills as he should but they had been switched for useless look-alikes by Clark. With no real medication and a rather strenuous bit of exercise, the man was doomed.

	Clark's only regret was that he hadn't had a chance to "console" the young mistress but that wouldn't have been low profile. Thinking with your dick would get you killed.

	And Clark was thinking with his brain when the five men came in. Although they tried to appear casual, something in their body language told him they were not here to get laid - or at least not entirely.

	"Mister, are you ready?"

	A woman who was clearly in charge approached him.

	"Yeah," Clark replied. "I want one young. And clean."

	The woman grinned.

	"You want a white girl? An American girl?"

	"Sure, but not one who's twenty and hooked on meth and trying to pass for twelve."

	"We have a little red-haired girl - very fresh. Only seven years old."

	Clark wondered how the hell this shithole managed to get a kid like that. Although skeptical, he agreed and handed her some cash. As she led him out of the room, he stole a quick glance at the new arrivals and felt the skin on the back of his neck tighten.

	The kid was the real deal. Aside from some bruising, she was purely white. The smell of disinfectant and the dampness shining on the girl's body told him she had just received a cursory washing. If she had been here for nearly two weeks, her bald little cunt sure as hell still looked tight with the lips pressed together.

	She must have gotten some raw deal to be stuck here. Perhaps she and her family were tourists and she had been taken after the parents were robbed and killed. There was a hell of a lot of sob stories out here and Clark had seen too many to be easily moved by them.

	His hand was on his belt buckle but he hesitated to unbuckle it as he concentrated on listening. Surprisingly, the girl saw his expression and then was completely still as she mimicked the tilt of his head to try to hear what he was seeking.

	At the first gunshot, Clark muttered a curse. It was unlikely a robbery - those guys had seemed more intense than just looking for quick cash. More likely, it was a scuffle between drug cartels. Either way, he wasn't about to stay for details as more gunfire erupted and the screams and curses echoed. As he turned to leave, the girl on the bed called out to him.

	"Please, mister. I don't want to die."

	Few people ever did want to die. But there was something about the kid that made him stop. She could have been him at that age. No, he had never been chained to a bed in a whorehouse but he had certainly endured his beatings at home and in the neighborhood while growing up. Something about this girl reminded him of himself.

	He hoped it was a developed instinct that made him do what he was about to do. If he was getting sentimental or soft-hearted, he was fucked.

	He pulled out a pistol fitted with a silencer and aimed it at the girl. Her eyes - he had immediately noticed the colors when he had entered the room - grew wide but he was only setting his aim to fire above her. The weapon coughed and the chain on the girl's cuffs flew apart.

	"We'll get those off later," he told her as he picked her up.

	Clark shifted the girl to one arm and she clung to him with her legs pressing around his waist. That freed his gun hand although he was hoping he could avoid any situation where he had to use it.

	"The fighting is near the front," he said flatly. "We'll have to find a way out back."

	"Go down that hall and take the second one to the right," the girl told him.

	He did so before she pointed to a closed door.

	"It's an office and there's a door that goes outside."

	And then they were out of the building. Clark paused to listen - all of the shooting was muffled - still inside. If a crew of five guys went in, there was not going to be back-up or a waiting driver out front. Wasting no more time, he ran around the front to his car and left the bordello in his dust while the bullets were still flying inside.

	Heidi was now wearing cheap shorts and a t-shirt that Clark had hurriedly purchased. They hardly spoke until the battered-looking SUV (with a well-tuned engine and extra-tough suspension) crossed back into the States. Passing a billboard in English, Clark made a remark.

	"Good call on the back way out. I didn't think you got out much."

	"I didn't before you rescued me. That way was how they brought me in."

	That fit with some of Clark's suspicions, but he wanted to validate them.

	"How long were you there?"

	"Twelve days. The men who grabbed me said it was all my daddy's fault. They had me for four days and did...bad stuff to me before they sold me."

	The twelve days matched what the madam had said. And she knew how much time had passed before then despite being raped - probably repeatedly.

	"Tell me about the fifth man who had you during your third day at the brothel," Clark requested.

	"Um, he had a yellow t-shirt with some brown stain on it. His face was rough 'cause he didn't shave that day. His breath smelled like onions and he had a dark mark on the side of his nose. The right side. I think it's called a mole.

	He came back on the seventh day and the tenth day. On the seventh day, he was first. And he had shaved but he had four spots on his neck where he had cut his skin."

	"Okay, that's enough," Clark said.

	"Sorry," Heidi said, appearing chastened.

	Clark glanced at her, noticing that she was staring hard at her feet.

	"There's nothing to be sorry about," he remarked.

	"Oh. I thought you might be mad 'cause I remember all kinds of little stuff. My parents get mad and kids make fun of me."

	"You've got an eidetic memory."

	"Yes," she confessed.

	"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Clark explained. "It just unsettles some people. But that's their problem, not yours."

	"The doctors said I'll lose it when I get older."

	"I didn't."

	When he saw Heidi gaping at him, Clark grinned.

	"I think some people may lose theirs," he went on. "But the rest of us figure it's better to keep it hidden and use it when we want."

	"That's what some big kids told me!"

	"Yeah, and you've got good perception."

	"What's that?"

	"Reading people. I saw it in your room. When I was listening for something to happen, you saw that something was up."

	"But I didn't know what."

	"No, but you were able to pick up that something was up. That's good - very good."

	Pleased at not being considered a freak for a change, Heidi smiled and watched the scrublands of South Texas race by.

	When they stopped for gas, Clark ran a search on Heidi and found nothing. A missing child case would have made headlines but there wasn't a peep. Her father must be in something heavy for this not to be reported. When they set out again, Clark didn't mention his query but approached the matter on a different tack.

	"With everything that went down, I don't think you should go home."

	Heidi looked at the first grown-up who understood her and the man who rescued her from that horrible place.

	"Can I stay with you?"

	Clark was still thinking this through and made a minimal commitment.

	"For a while."

	With no eyes out looking for the kid, Clark felt comfortable checking into a nice Hilton in downtown Houston. Once they were in the room, he announced that they both needed a shower.

	Heidi removed her meager clothing, expecting another hurtful act but instead he led her into the bathroom where he started a warm shower and left the bath tub alone. The tiled stall was large enough for both of them to stand and she stood meekly still while the man washed himself with quick efficiency.

	Then he lathered the washcloth and massaged Heidi with it from head to toe. His touch was firm but never hurtful. When he had her step into the water, he dropped the washcloth and helped wipe the suds from her bare skin with his hand. Reaching her small vulva, he caressed it gently and then knelt on one knee in front of her.

	"Look at me," he said.

	Heidi locked her eyes onto the man's intense blue gaze. As he fondled her, she felt a frisson of pleasure and gasped. Then he gently introduced a finger into her, watching her reactions as he probed her sex. It was the first time she had been touched there in any way that was not rape and Heidi felt light-headed as her loins heated. It was if she was melting inside and Clark felt the flow of her lubrication.

	Twisting his finger and using his thumb on the outside of the girl's hairless mound Clark found a rhythm of pressing and rubbing that had Heidi panting. Her face became flushed and with a surprised cry, she came and fell against him. Holding the shuddering little body, Clark waited for her climax to pass.

	When he stood, she could see that he was erect. Then he lifted her up before lowering her onto him. With her heart pounding wildly she felt him entering her, his head spreading the smooth petals of her cunny before slowly slipping into her snug little passage. Because of what he had just done to her, she felt extra slippery and she murmured weakly as she felt her tunnel expanding for him so gradually that it didn't hurt.

	She was still sore from her past abuse but this coupling felt so different. As he shifted her body to get a better hold on her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hands on his shoulders. Holding her by the rump, he slowly worked the child up and down on his manhood; stroking inside her tiny sex as her slick channel compressed hotly around his member.

	She was breathing through her mouth, pressing the side of her face against his chest as she learned how a man should feel inside of her. Some of the feelings that his fingers had produced now returned and she whimpered with need. She was completely his captive at this moment and didn't have any fear as he took her. His cock pulsed inside of her and then she felt the wash of his semen filling her deeply.

	It had happened. She had done it with no horror but she found herself crying for reasons she couldn't explain.

	Lifting the girl from him, he turned her to the water and together they slowly cleaned his issue from her vagina.

	Once they were dry, he led her to the king-sized bed and placed her on it. She expected him to get on top of her but instead he put his mouth between her legs. Now it was his lips and tongue were having their way with her to which she responded with a bountiful climax.

	He rolled over and took her with him. When she saw his erection, she knew what he was going to do. This time, she welcomed him with no trepidation, spreading her legs as she sank onto his cock. She could see him gazing over her nakedness and felt a strange warmth from it.

	Clark grasped Heidi by the sides to guide her speed as she plunged up and down on him. Her pale nipples, so tiny on her flat chest, poked out stiffly. While he had been patient with her in the shower, he wanted her with more urgency now and she felt it too as he ground into her gooey cuntlet.

	Aroused by her two orgasms, she started mumbling nonsensical words as she rode the man's cock. Her prepubescent cunny was oozing on the inside and polishing his shaft. When her climax hit, she shook as he sped her body's motion. Driving hard between the bald and bulging lips of her snatch, Clark felt his own peak approaching. Cumming hard, his seed pulsed into the seven year-old's womb, warming it as she limply fell upon him.

	The remains of the room service dinner lay on the cart as they snuggled in bed. Producing a quarter, Clark performed a simple magic trick and made the coin seemingly appear from thin air. Heidi was mystified for a moment before she replayed it in her head.

	"You had it tucked here," she said as she pointed to a specific area of his hand.

	"That's right," he confirmed. "It's called sleight of hand. I'm going to teach you this. It goes well with your other abilities."

	"Why?"

	Hugging his new little apprentice to him, he replied, "Because you're going to start a profession."

	"And I can stay with you?"

	"Yes."

	Heidi reached for the coin.

	
TWO MONTHS LATER

	Andre Spiros set down the phone after receiving the word that the job was done. That it would happen was no surprise but method was intriguing. Well, the man had ingenuity, which was why he had been hired in the first place. From now on, though, he'd be hiring "them".

	Andre chuckled, enjoying one of those pleasant ironies in how it all came out.

	Four hours before Andre answered the phone, Rudolph "Rudy Two Hats" Barone whistled jauntily as he emerged from his favorite restaurant. His minders from the U.S. Marshal Service were less than pleased about his occasional visits to this place but they had found that his cooperation as a witness diminished if he didn't get out for some fun on occasion.

	Rudy had no intention of going into Witness Protection, taking on some fake identity and living as a middle class nobody in Ass Hat, Wyoming or wherever. He figured that when his job was done, there'd be no need for protection since all the guys who had it in for him would be behind bars. So Rudy, who would have earned a life sentence had he not turned state's evidence, spilled the beans to his new friends at the Justice Department on a routine basis.

	On the witness stand, he was a star, regaling the juries with his tales and jousting with the defendants' legal teams. He read about himself in the papers and his only regret is that his show business career would end.

	But he had been having second thoughts about that. Why not go into show biz? Mob movies were always a hit and he had a trove of experience in the real thing. All he had to do was change a few names to protect the guilty and badda-bing!

	He figured he had another year of this Justice Department thing before it was over. They were really interested in material he had in his head on one Andre Spiros. The guy had already done time but Rudy knew of things he had never been tried for. Badda-bing, Andre!

	This afternoon, he had a review with some Justice nerds from his last trial. Next week, they'd start talking about Spiros and he could tell they had a hard-on for him because everything else they tried to find came up zeroes.

	It had been raining out and Rudy was careful not get his shoes wet in a puddle. The agents with him were scanning about but all they saw were some people waiting under a bus stop shelter for the Number 12 route which was due in a few minutes.

	The most threatening individual might have been a little girl with red hair who was standing just outside the bus stop overhang. She was absent-mindedly twirling a red Hello Kitty umbrella at an angle over her shoulder while she was drawing pictures on the sidewalk with water from a puddle and the toe of one red Hello Kitty rain boot.

	As they walked past, Rudy's hand accidentally brushed against the spinning umbrella, nearly knocking it from the girl's hand. A man under the shelter reached for her, gently saying "come here, Honey," as he pulled her away from any passing stranger.

	"Sorry kid," Rudy said, probably not loud enough for her to hear, as he rubbed his hand where one of the umbrella's spines had scratched it.

	By the time he was ushered into the waiting car, Rudy forgot all about the girl and her umbrella. He was without a care and never felt any effects of the toxin spreading from that minimal abrasion.

	And she was certainly on no one's mind when, two hours later and in the safety of a federal office building, Rudy suffered a massive and fatal heart attack.



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