My Life as a Prostitute...part 3

When I turned 14 life as I knew it ended...and my world became a much darker and scarier place!

For the last two years, since I was 12 years old, I had been sleeping with old, rich men who had a 'sweet' tooth for having sex with children and paid a premium price for it. I was a blonde blue eyed girl and in high demand by all the pedophiles.

I was even coerced into taking part in some porn movies. They were filmed at hidden locations due to the criminality of making child porn. I hated it. Not only was I forced and filmed to be gang raped by all the hung porn actors (imagine the scene; a skinny blonde eyed 13 year old school girl naked in bed with 5 big guys taking their turns...double penetration...triple penetration...double anal...and close ups as she screamed in pain while the bed creaked with the heavy pounding of the men penetrating all her orifices....they sold like hot cake!), but after the shooting was over I was taken to a tiny change room and had to have sex with the director, camera men and extras!

But by the time I was 14 my body had changed in giant leaps. I guess the fact of having so much sex accelerated my body changes. While my school friends still looked like children, my body looked older than my 14 years. My baby fat had gone, my breasts were fuller and perkier and my curves more pronounced. A friend of mine told me that the more sex you had the faster your body changed. Maybe that's true, I don't know.

But I do know that I was not the only one to notice it. One afternoon after school, when I arrived to my pimp's place ready to be driven to meet my first john of the day, he instead drove me to a seedy part of town and into an old building. We went into a dilapidated office where three men were sitting inside. My pimp told me to wait outside the office while he finished his business.

After about fifteen minutes he came out and, without even giving me a second look, ordered me to go into the office and to close the door after I went in. That was the last time I ever saw him again. The bastard!

The three burly men smiled at me as a shark would smile to his food! The one with air of being in charge, a tall strong man in his forties with dark complexion, asked me if I knew what had happened. I shook my head, my long blonde hair waving back and forth.

"You have been sold honey; you now belong to us. We own brothels and escort houses all over the country and now you will work for us. You will come here every day after school, and on the weekends you will tell your aunt you will be staying at your friend's house. We know all about you honey, and know that your aunt would careless where you are as long as you don't give her any problems. And I will make sure you don't, you understand?".

I looked at them in disbelieve, my blue eyes wide open. "What...I don't understand..." I managed to mutter.

"Honey, it's simple dear. You became too old for your pimp. His clients only want children and you certainly grew out of that" he replied with a leer on his face. His two other buddies bursted out laughing. My heart seemed to stop beating and my hands turned cold. I knew what was coming.

"Undress..' he ordered.

I was still so much in shock that I guess I didn't hear him. The next thing I knew was my head bouncing sharply side to side as his open hand slapped my face. "I said undress you whore!"

After I stood naked in front of them the boss ordered the other two out of the office. Soon I was lying on the sofa with the man furiously having sex with me on the sofa. I remember screaming as he penetrated me and when his mouth cruelly bit my breasts.

After he was done with me the other two took their turn. Orally, vaginally and anally. After they had all finished with me they ordered me to dress up. Between tears I dressed up, ignoring the semen oozing out between my legs and from my anus. My knees trembled as they guided me outside and told me what would happen to me if I ever told anything to my aunt or any other person. I knew it was no idle threat; to them I was just another merchandise, easy to replace at a moment's notice! I had heard of girls brutally tortured and murdered, their bodies never found, for simply trying to escape from their miserable captivity

That night I cried myself to sleep, hugging my bruised body and dreading what the next morning would bring!