Chapter 1: Forgotten
George and Sheila were driving across country with their brood of nine kids. At first the vacation seemed like a good idea, but after driving all day for two days their nerves were fried from getting onto their rowdy kids. Finally, as they were driving through downtown Amative City, George saw a sign for a public park and decided to take a rest stop.
The kids piled out of the van and proceeded to let loose all their pent up energy. Sheila didn’t like the looks of the park. It was rundown and poorly maintained. She thought she could see a bum or two relaxing on the benches. But their kids needed a stop as did her tired husband and herself so they stayed for an hour or two.
Finally it started to get dark so Sheila suggested they get going and find a motel room outside the city. It took a half hour for them to round up the kids, load them back into the van and get going again. What the parents didn’t realize, however, was that in the confusion somebody miscounted and they accidentally left behind their four year old son, Aaron.
Aaron was crying. He missed his mommy and he wanted to go home. He stumbled around the park in the fading light, shivering as it grew colder. What he didn’t know was that he was being watched.
The Pimp watched the small boy stumble around trying to find help from anybody he could find. The Pimp had watched as the family had left him behind, not seeming to notice that one of their numbers was missing. He couldn’t believe his luck. How could anyone over look such a sweet little angel. He certainly wouldn’t. Plans were already forming in his mind as to what he wanted to do with this little one.
He called over his oldest and skankiest whore, Betsy. Old Betsy was almost of no more use to him anymore. She was so old, saggy, wrinkled, and diseased that she drew almost no business. He kept her around for sentimental reasons. She was skanky and diseased for good reasons. She had a wicked and hopelessly perverted mind that he loved.
“Betsy, you see that sweet little thing wandering around over there?” the Pimp pointed.
Betsy nodded her grizzled head, “Yeh, He’s such a sweet looking lil’ darlin’ ain’t he?” She smiled.
The Pimp nodded, “I want you to bring him to the bench by the bridge. Gain his trust and then do what you do best.”
Betsy gave her pimp an evil grin, “Sure thing, Pimp. This will be fun!”
Aaron wandered around, looking for some one to help him. Anyone. But this part of the park seemed deserted.
Suddenly he heard an old cracked voice say soothingly, “Are you lost little boy?”
Aaron spun around to see an old grandma looking at him with a concerned face.
He nodded his head and began to cry, tears falling from his chocolate brown eyes, “Uh huh, sniff, I want my mommy!” he sniffled pathetically.
Betsy nodded sympathetically, “Well you come with me little fella. Let’s see if we can’t dry those tears. What’s your name, lil’ one?”
“A-Aaron.” The little boy sniffed gratefully as the old whore patted his soft red hair.
She led him deeper into the park, past drug deals, lounging homeless, and rutting hookers. Betsy grinned. Business was booming and this youngun would make a profitable addition for the Pimp. Finally they reached the bridge that stretched over a dried up stream. There were a group of drugies shooting up around a campfire under the arch. Betsy could see her pimp leaning against the concrete in the shadow of the bridge, watching her and the boy. She found a bench and sat down, pulling Aaron into her lap.
As she sat cradling the boy comfortingly in her arms, she reached up and pulled down her loose top, exposing her decaying, mottled, sore covered tits to the night air, “Wanna tit to suck on baby Aaron?”
Aaron looked at the offered tit. It was misshapen and bleeding from open sores but he was to young to realize what that meant. He just remembered suckling at his mommy’s breast, and how warm and safe it had felt. She hadn’t let him do it for a year or two but Sammy still remembered it and eagerly accepted the rotted mammary into his innocent four year old mouth.
Betsy sighed and then cackled gleefully as the young boy suckled softly at her udder. She had not felt such softness in a long time. And the night had only begun. She looked over and saw the shadow under the bridge nod approvingly.
Her Pimp was pleased.
Aaron felt safe as he sucked on the woman’s tit. It tasted funny, kinda sour, but he didn’t care. She was the only thing he had to cling to at the moment. Then he felt her comforting hands start to slid over him. Feeling his body over. Aaron figured she was making sure he wasn’t hurt. Then she dipped a hand into his shorts and began to play with his bum and weewee. He thought this was strange but decided to put up with it. He felt so warm and safe at the moment.
Suddenly, Betsy wrapped a leg around his waist and stared to hump him, her sagging tits now pressed forcefully into his face. He was having trouble breathing as she held him to her and rubbed him against her diseased body.
“M-miss?” he wheezed, trying to draw breath, “W-what are you doing?”
“Shush Baby. Mommy’s scratchin’ an itch.” Betsy kept humping her new baby until she looked up and saw her pimp walking up with a pipe in his hand. She stopped smothering Aaron for a second as her attention was held by the smoking crack pipe.
“Mmmm, guess what Baby, Daddy’s here with presents.”
Aaron, relieved that Betsy had stopped smothering him turned to see the Pimp walking up, “He’s not my daddy….” He said, confused.
Betsy slapped him across the face before taking the pipe from the Pimp and inhaling a long hard drag, “You shut yer dirty mouth baby,” puff, “He’s your new Daddy just like I’m yer new Mommy,” puff, “You understand? Now be a good boy and suck on this like you did Mommy’s tit.”
Betsy offered Aaron the pipe. He was shocked and scared after being hit by the woman he had thought was nice. He didn’t want to make her any angrier so he took a drag on the pipe, choking even as the drugs entered his system making him hazy, “N-new Mommy and Daddy…..” He murmured slowly accepting the idea as the drugs blurred his already confused four year old mind.
“That’s right you little punk,” said the Pimp jerking his cock out of his trousers, “And Daddy has chores for you to do. Starting with taking Daddy’s cock up your sweet little ass.”
Betsy grinned as the drugs swam in her system and adrenaline pumped through her veins making her thrilled at the thought of what they were about to do, “That’s right Baby, why don’t we get these bothersome clothes off you. We have some for you after Daddy and Mommy fuck you senseless.”
Aaron’s new parents ripped his clothes off, exposing his young body to the harsh night air. The drugies under the bridge were watching them now, interest in seeing a toddler raped and ruined overriding their drug induced states. Betsy and the Pimp thrust Aaron onto the cement bench belly up, legs splayed. Betsy squatted over the boy’s face giving him a good look at her red, swollen, aids riddled pussy, while the Pimp lined his engorged cock up with Aaron’s tiny boi pussy.
“Give Mommy a kiss, Baby,” the old prostitute cooed as she lowered her std dripping cunt onto the child’s mouth.
“Mommy it smells bad,” whimpered Aaron, trying to avoid the foulness.
“Lick it, you little bitch or Mommy’ll give you a spanking!” snarled Betsy.
Frightened and confused Aaron starts to lick at the nasty cunt, slurping up the juices his Mommy provides.
Meanwhile, the Pimp pokes at Baby Aaron’s backdoor with his hard rod. Trying to open up the tight, tight hole. Aaron feels the pressure on his bum increase more and more, making more uncomfortable, the drugs only dulling some of the pain.
“Open up you little cunt!” growls the Pimp as he thrust a finger and then two into the little boy’s ass. Aaron cries out in pain at the intrusion as the big man opens him up with his fingers and then pushes again with his cock, trying to get in.
“Open for Daddy, you little fuck toy,” Betsy wheedles, “Open up like a good little fuck doll so Daddy can use you up!”
As the diseased whore talked dirty she ground into Aaron’s mouth getting herself off as her pimp pressed harder into the boy.
“Mommy and Daddy are going to have so much fun with you! We’re gonna fuck you bloody, give you all kinds of nice treats and nasty diseases.”
The Pimp’s cock finally burst through widening Aarons asshole so far he ripped allowing room for the big man. Aaron screamed bloody murder, his lips moving against his Mommies cunt making her squeal with pleasure.
“Mmmmmmm good Baby! Then we’re gonna make you dress up and work for all we’ve done for you!”
The Pimp rammed into his new little whore over and over, slamming further in with every thrust as Baby Aaron screamed and wriggled on his cock.
“Making you suck off big nasty men and bend over for nasty pedophiles. There are lots in this town who would love a piece of you nasty little boi cunt!”
A crowd of degenerate addicts, diseased whores, and perverted bums had gathered around to watch the four year old baby get fucked, stoned, and diseased. Several cocks were out and being pumped by hand or mouth and every prostitute was fingering her pussy.
The Pimps cock was red with Aaron’s blood, as was the little boys ass and the bench below him. Aaron screamed as he was impaled over and over and his bare back scraped on the rough cement bench. Betsy squealed and moaned as the boy’s mouth moved against her foul cunt, swallowing her juices as she came more than once dripping aids filled cum into his mouth, making him swallow it. Finally, the Pimp grunted as he came spewing cum deep in Aaron’s bowels.
“Uhgghhg aaaaaahhhhhh……good boy Aaron Baby……you made Daddy feel so good.”
The Pimp pulled out as Betsy came one last time filling her new baby’s mouth with foul juice. The Pimp pulled the sobbing boy up and thrust his cock at the tiny mouth.
“Now clean Daddy up real good and you’ll get another treat, even better than the pipe we gave you,” the Pimp motioned to some of his lackeys to prepare a needle full of meth for the boy.
Aaron was whimpering because his ass hurt so bad, but the drugs in his system blurred his mind, making him obedient and compliant. He was now a good little crack whore ready to be pimped out to anyone who would pay. Though now that he was undoubtedly sick with the aids and other diseases and STD’s passed from Old Betsy, he would not be as profitable for long. The Pimp would work him hard until it became obvious he was diseased. Even then there were many uses for a diseased little hooker.
The Pimp forced his bloody cock into the little boy’s mouth, obediently Aaron sucked and lapped away at it with his soft tongue tasting his own blood and shit as he cleaned his new daddy up. As he was blowing the Pimp he felt hands groping his young body as the crowd was invited to touch. He felt pressure on his arm as a rubber tube was tied around it making his veins easier to find. He winced as he felt the pin prick of the needle but it lasted a moment as the specially mixed cocktail of meth (and a few other nasty drugs) entered his system. His world turned up side down as his tiny body was consumed by the high. An unnatural arousal was induced in his young body way too early for his years. He got his first erection at least eight years before puberty.
Finally, after his dick was nice and clean, the Pimp zipped up and growled at the crowd of hookers, homeless, and drugies to buzz off. They scattered, fear of his retribution overriding their lust for an orgy. Then he turned to Betsy who was cradling her baby protectively.
“Dress the little bitch up, Betsy, and take him out to work. Make as much money as you can before the sores start. If he begins to tire then give him some speed to keep him going. Not too much, though. His little heart is on over drive as it is.”
Betsy smiled as she stroked her baby, “Yes Pimp. I’ll work him hard. So very hard.”
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