Sarah lay in her small lumpy bed crying so hard the whole bed shook. Her dowdy looking mother was caressing her head as she, too cried silently. "Sarah, Honey, I'm so sorry but we just have to be really good to Stan. We need him to help us live. You know I didn't go to college and since your Daddy died I can't make enough waiting tables to take care of us. You know you have to do whatever Stan tells you to do when he tells you to do it. You know you can't just tell him in a minute. Now let me see where he hit you and maybe I can make it better. Here, take these pain pills now honey."
Sarah's Mother Julianne looked at the slowly darkening spots on her 18-year-old daughters face and chest. She seethed in anger. She thought it's bad enough he hits me but to hit my little girl... Damn that man. If I could just get a little ahead I would take Sarah and leave. Oh why did Harry have to drive so carelessly coming home from his last job? She knew it was partly her fault. She had been so insistent he arrive in time to take her to that damn party. She still remembered her anger the night he died. She had dressed in her best dress and was stomping around the house screaming about how inconsiderate he was to just blow off the party for his damn job when the policeman knocked on the door.
"Mrs. Howell," he had asked. When she had said she was he continued, "Mrs. Howell I'm afraid your husband Harry has had an automobile accident. Ma'am, I'm afraid he is dead."
She screamed out her hurt and collapsed on the couch crying. Of course friends and family gathered around and somehow she managed to get through the funeral but then the real terror hit. She had been so insistent about them always having the best. They lived in a large 4-bedroom house in the best development. They drove new luxury vehicles and went to the best restaurants. She had no idea how expensive those things really were. After all, Harry was supposed to provide them and he did at her insistence.
She was already behind on the house payments when she finally received the insurance settlements. The settlement on the vehicle just barely paid it off, and then finally she received the life insurance settlement on Harry. Things were better for three years but by the end of the third year it became obvious, even to her, that she couldn't continue to live the life she had been. For some reason, none of the men she had dated had asked her to marry. It never entered her mind that it might be because she was so shallow. She always demanded the best on her dates and if they didn't provide it she let them know how dissatisfied she was with their efforts. Few of her relationships lasted more than a month or so. The last year she had not even had a date.
Or, sure, she finally bit the bullet and tried to find work but the jobs she would consider she was not hired for. They all told her she was not hired because she did not have the proper qualifications. That was a bunch of bunk in her opinion. She knew a lot of people that didn't have a college degree and they made good money.
Finally, the bank foreclosed and she lost her beautiful house. She and Sarah were forced to live in a squalid apartment in the hated low-income developments. Like many low-income people she and Sarah moved frequently. Finally Julianne lost her pride and took a job as a waitress in a small café. It was in a blue-collar neighborhood with a lot of factories, warehouses and squalid apartments. She rapidly learned that if she dressed like a slut the men would leave her some better tips. She did not receive the tips she could have earned had she been working in an upscale restaurant; you know, like the ones she had demanded Harry and her earlier dates take her to. She did do better than average for where she did work however.
She had been working there three weeks when Stan entered her life. He was a handsome devil and flirted with her unmercifully. There was something about him she did not like but he was interested so she led him on. He asked her out and she went. She put up with more from him than she would have from another man because she was desperate.
After they had been dating a month Stan brought her home one night and just followed her into her apartment. She turned to ask him what he was doing and he grabbed her and began kissing her while undoing her dress. She protested but then stopped when he told her to shut up and quit being such a damn tease. He was a little rough but she had already learned not to cross him when he was in that kind of a mood.
He led her to her bedroom and they fucked for the first time. They never made love, Stan didn't care if she got off or enjoyed the sex or not. It was all about him and he made sure she knew that. The next night when she arrived home Stan was there. He had his shirt off and was sitting on her couch drinking a beer while he watched football on ESPN. Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table trying to complete her homework.
"What are you doing here Stan," Julianne asked.
Stan had looked up at her and said, "What the hell do you think I'm doing here? I live here now. I'm hungry. How long until dinner?" Unfortunately for her and Sarah, Julianne didn't make a scene or kick Stan out. She accepted his presence and began making dinner for them. Now, almost three years later she was thoroughly cowed and Stan was ruler of the roost. She was sure he had another woman somewhere but at least he did help with the bills.
With a sigh, Julianne bent down and gave Sarah a kiss. "Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry I failed you. I" Both women jumped when Stan slammed Sarah's bedroom door open and it cracked against the wall. He stomped into the room and yelled, "Dammit Julie what the hell are you doing in here with that mouthy little slut. I'm hungry and you haven't even started supper. Now get your ass into the kitchen and get me something to eat." Stan grabbed Julianne's arm and roughly pulled her off the bed, pushing her out the door toward the kitchen.
Stan turned to look down at the still weeping Sarah and snarled, "You little slut. It's about time you learned who is boss around here. From now on I expect you to make supper so it'll be ready for me when I get home from work. I'm tired of you just coming home from school and sticking your nose in a damn book. If you were worth anything you could get a job and help out around here. Since you're not working you can just take care of things here. Now get off your damn bed and get into the kitchen to help your momma."
From that day on if Stan was the least bit upset with Sarah or Julianne he let them know it with blows of varying severity. Finally, he went too far and seriously injured Julianne. When she was discharged from the hospital she and the lady assigned to help her picked up Sarah at home. As far as they knew Stan was still in jail but they didn't care enough to find out. They gathered their meager belongings from the apartment and moved them into a shelter for battered women.
Julianne never fully recovered from her injuries and she died just before Sarah's 19th birthday. Sarah was placed with a farm family when her mother died and she no longer qualified to stay in the shelter. The only family that could be found to take her lived in the country on a small farm. She was assigned chores to do after school and forced to work very hard (she was still in her last year of high school). She worked alongside the families sons and they expected her to do the same type and amount of work as the boys did.
At least she had a comfortable bed to sleep in and got enough to eat. Unfortunately for Sarah and the couple's children the husband believed in strict discipline. His idea of discipline was more like Stan's than it should have been. Almost any infraction of the rules resulted in blows being delivered to the culprit. Before she learned how to do the work Sarah received more than her share of attention. She was constantly bruised and hurting. She was learning that men were animals and were allowed to hurt women who displeased them.
The oldest son, Jared, was lazy so he, too, received much attention from his father. Many times he and Sarah would commiserate with each other over the beatings they would receive from his father. They would hug each other and try to make the pain less. On one of those times after Sarah had been spanked severely they went down to the barn to get away from her foster father. They held each other and Jared kissed away the pain.
Sarah began to feel something she had not felt before. Her little nipples hardened and she felt a tingling down there. She was strangely wet. When Jared placed his hand in her crotch and pressed against it she felt nicer tingles. He gently laid her back on the bales of hay and unfastened the buttons on her blouse. He lifted her bra over her little tits and began sucking and licking her nipples.
Sarah was moaning and writhing from the wondrous feelings he was eliciting. She raised her hips and helped him when he loosened and began removing her jeans. Jared removed her pants and threw them onto the floor. He knelt between her splayed legs and looked down at her. He licked his lips and quickly undid his jeans, pushing them down to his knees.
Jared's manhood jutted out from his crotch. Sarah stared at it with a little amount of fear. She knew what Jared was going to do and she wanted it. She was also afraid of having that thing stuck into her. Jared rose over her, placing his arms on each side of her, nudging his cock toward her little cunt. He jabbed once, twice and it skidded up over her mound.
Jared looked down at Sarah and said, "Dammit Sarah grab it and stick it in. We don't have all day. Daddy's going to wonder where we've ran off to."
Sarah licked her lips and tentatively held his cock and guided him to her wet pussy. Jared had no skills as a lover. He just thrust, then thrust again, forcing his cock through her hymen and slamming it deeply into her young body. Sarah screamed and contracted with pain from her deflowering. Jared stopped thrusting for a moment and grinned down at Sarah. "See how good I can make ya feel baby?" He didn't even wait for her to become accustomed to his invasion. Jared altered his stance slightly and began to rapidly thrust and withdraw, slamming into her as hard as he could until he felt the tingle that he was waiting for.
He thrust even faster as his orgasm rose within him. Sarah just lay there and took it. She was just beginning to enjoy his pounding when he gave out a loud "UNNNNNH", slammed deeply into her once again and held himself tightly to her straining crotch.
Sarah could feel his cock throbbing as he pumped his sperm into her unprotected, no longer virgin pussy. When Jared was finished he pulled from her, grabbed her panties and wiped his cock clean. He stood, refastened his jeans and looked down at Sarah. "Well, come on, we gotta finish the chores and get back to the house fast or Dad's going to be coming after us. Hurry up."
Without even a backward glance Jared walked out of the barn and returned to doing the chores. Sarah lay there with tears streaming down her face. Finally she rose, found her clothes and got dressed. Jared had been so rough with her she had trouble walking without pain.
From that day on whenever Jared wanted sex, he expected Sarah to deliver. She got a reputation around school because he bragged to his friends about tapping her little cunt. At least he did protect her from most of the other boys because she was his private pussy. He told her as long as she put out for him and his friends he would keep the others away from her. The only good thing was she was over 18 by then so could go to the county health department and get birth control pills.
When they graduated from high school both Jared and Sarah left home for good.
Sarah had taken to heart her mother's admonition she get all the education she could. Since her father had left a small trust fund to pay for her college she was able to go to the local junior college. She and Jared moved away from the farm and into a small efficiency studio apartment together near the college they were going to attend.
Even with her little trust fund and the help his parents gave Jared they were having trouble living. Jared insisted Sarah get a job to help with expenses. She finally found a job waiting tables in a local student hang out. Sarah hid some of her tips from Jared but he insisted she turn over all her paycheck to him for living in "his" home. It didn't matter to him that Sarah's trust fund paid the rent; he still considered it his home. Sarah knew she couldn't make it alone so she did that. This arrangement went on until the summer between their second and third year of college.
Jared kept spending more and more and they were getting deeper into debt. Sarah's trust fund would be depleted before her next semester of college was completed even if she had been able to go to a nearby four-year institution. Sarah had enrolled in some summer courses and when they were completed she would be tapped out and looking for more permanent employment. Jared had complained to her about the lack of money and the debt numerous times. One time he made her cry when he said, "Your damn worthless father sure didn't give a shit about you did he. What made him think you could get by with that little amount he left you?"
Finally, after yet another argument about money Jared told Sarah, "You lazy little bitch. I don't know why I put up with you. You weren't worth much on the farm and you're not worth much here. You need to make more money if you're going to keep on living with me." He pushed her away from him violently. She fell off the couch onto the floor. He didn't say anything else, just glared at her and walked into their bedroom.
Things were tense around the little apartment the rest of the week. On Friday Jared didn't come back home after class like he usually did. Finally about ten in the evening Jared and two of his friends came into the apartment. Sarah could smell the beer on their breath and shuddered with fear. Jared was not the most passive man when he had been drinking. He wasn't as cruel as Stan had been but he did get really rough with her. She was scared she was in for an uncomfortable night.
Jared sat on one end of their couch, one of his friends on the other. Jared looked up at Sarah and ordered, "Go get us a beer."
His stare at Sarah was more demanding, more frightening than any he had yet levied on her. Trembling she rose from the chair she had been studying in and rushed into the kitchen. There were only five beers left from the case she had bought Jared Tuesday. She was terrified they would want more than that but she had no money to buy more. She had this week's paycheck but she hadn't cashed it yet and she knew she had to give it all to Jared for his other expenses.
She brought the beer into the seating area and handed one to each boy. Jared looked at his beer and then turned to Sarah. "Dammit Sarah," he said. You didn't even open the damn thing. What's the matter with you?" He handed the beer back to her and she took it in trembling hands. She bit her lip as she twisted the cap off and handed the bottle back to Jared. She turned to take the cap to the trash and saw the two other boys holding their bottles out to be opened also.
When Sarah returned to the seating area after she threw the tops out Jared called out to her. "C'mere Honey." He held his arm out and when she got near to him he grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. Sarah almost fell onto him and sat stiffly wondering what he was up to now.
She didn't have much time to wonder. He reached up and began unbuttoning her top. Sarah grabbed his hands and tried to stop him. He grabbed her hands and held them behind her as he once again began unbuttoning her blouse.
When he had her top completely off and her tits exposed he turned to his friends. "Well, what do you think? You want to try some of this?" By now Sarah was crying and trying to break free. Jared was getting angry and was beginning to hurt her as he held her tightly."
The boy across the room looked at her small breasts and skinny frame. He licked his lips and said, "Yeah, I guess I could use some of that but $30.00 sure seems high for her. You sure you won't take $20.00?"
Jared looked at his friend and sighed, "OK, we need the money so I guess she'll do it for $25.00 but it's only one time for that."
Both boys reached into their pockets and pulled out cash that they handed to Jared. He pushed Sarah from his lap and said, "Get your ass into the bedroom and get ready for the guys."
"NOOO. Jared I'm not a whore. I can't do this," Sarah said.
Jared stood and stared down into her eyes, then pushed her once more toward the bedroom. He was none too gentle about his directing either. "Listen you lazy little bitch. I told you two weeks ago you needed to bring me more money. You haven't done it so I found a way you could make more and still not have to work for it. Now get your ass into bed and earn your money. If you were a little better maybe we could even make enough to get a better place to live."
Sarah was crying as she slowly walked into her bedroom. She didn't love Jared and knew he didn't love her but she still could not believe he would make her do something like this. She was standing beside her dresser crying when Bill came into the bedroom. He looked at her and stood staring at her bare breasts. "Hurry up. Louise and I have a date in a few minutes and I don't want to be late," he said.
Sarah looked up at him. She had all of this she could take. Without thinking she grabbed her purse and ran out of the room away from him. She stooped and grabbed her shirt from the floor as she went through the living room. She heard Jared yelling and cursing as she ran down the stairs of the old apartment building.
Sarah jumped into the old truck they had been using and drove off. Jared hit the side of it as she went past him and onto the street. She didn't know where she would go but she knew she had to get out of there. She was thankful now she hadn't had time to endorse and give Jared her paycheck. She had a little over $200.00 in her purse counting the un-cashed check.
Sarah drove to a city park and spent the night in the cab of the truck. She knew she had to get away now so the next morning she went to the college and withdrew, getting a small refund of her summer's tuition, then went to her work and quit. They paid her for the few days she had already worked and she added that money to her small stash. She filled the truck with fuel and began driving. She had no idea where she would go but she was getting away.
Sarah drove all day eating little and spending way more than she was comfortable with on fuel. The old truck was almost inoperable. Jared had said something was wrong with the transmission. It would not go over 50 miles an hour and shifted gears very slowly and roughly. Once more Sarah spent the night in the cab of the truck, this time beside the road.
Late the next morning as she drove, Sarah began to recognize the country. She was near a small town Jared, she and some of their friends had gone to last summer for a float trip. She thought she remembered where they had camped and decided to stop there and see if she could find work.
After driving around another hour or so she found the trail into a farmer's field and down to the gravel bar she remembered. By now the truck would only go about 30 miles an hour tops and she was almost out of fuel. She knew this would be her last stop in the truck at least. Sarah drove the truck across the gravel bar and as deeply into the brush and woods as she could. Finally she stopped on a small high place completely covered by trees and brush. She felt safe here.
Over the course of the next few days she wandered up and down the stream. She found an old plastic tarp where a pile of hay had been. She brought it back and made a tent over her truck. She began clearing a spot for her fire and brought rocks up to make a fire pit. She found forked sticks to hold a spit over the fire. Thankfully Jared had left his ax and fishing gear in the truck so she could catch a fish to eat from time to time and cut wood to cook with.