Little Girl Lost: Volume 1 of the Little Girl Lost Trilogy. Cindy Hanna
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six-foot, five-inches tall, he is a formidable opponent with a slight waist that is exaggerated by his monstrously large upper torso. He looks like a Mr. Universe with a waist that appears almost corseted through his tight clothing. His sizable physique is enough of a deterrent to stop most from engaging in trouble with him. He is a living specimen of a shorter, black Paul Bunyan.
He tells the girls that he carries a concealed gun tucked into the back of his waistband that is always loaded, ready to fire, can be accessed at a moment’s notice and that he has never missed a moving target.
They also learn that he carries an ax behind his driver’s seat. Honed razor-sharp, he claims that it is used as a “reminder” to forgetful customers. If a john forgets to pay one of his bitches, he gives them a reminder by chopping off whichever hand the offending customer jacks off with.
Hmmm, chops their hands off with an ax? Maybe he has….
Don’t know…but then, this is a whole new world to me.
Ax tells them how he takes care of his girls. Keeps them fed.
Gives them a roof over their heads. And primes them with drugs to help them relax.
Ax sounds like a good guy who would take care of me and keep me safe. That would be nice. And he sure couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. I think he likes me.
The girls ride the bus home.
“What do you think?” Angel asks.
“Ax seems too good to be true.”
The next day the girls decide to run away and begin a new life with Ax. They pack a few meager belongings in knapsacks and catch a bus to Pasadena, arriving at Ax’s door. He takes them in and works his magic, telling them they are beautiful, desirable and full of potential.
He takes them under his wing, protecting, housing, loving, training and manipulating them. He feeds them and provides them with cocaine, which they gladly snort. Sally and Angel become his top bitches.
After a few weeks, he drops the bomb, citing, “I took you in when you had nowhere else to go. Fed, clothed and looked out for you. Now it’s time to give back and earn your keep.”
With their judgment dulled by the drugs, the girls are enticed by the thrill of sex-for-pay and willingly become his new whores. Sally’s first time is in the carport of the motel. Ax, parked in the adjacent Colton Organ and Piano parking lot, has full view of her business dealing.
Sally struts her stuff in the alley behind the motel. Dressed as a prep school girl, her appearance soon attracts the attention of a customer who circles several times before pulling up alongside her in a newer Mercedes Benz. He is in his mid sixties, well groomed, with silver hair and flawless clothing.
“Hey, little girl. Haven’t seen you around. Want to share your candy?”
Sally, standing on the passenger side of the vehicle, leans provocatively in the window, giving him a teasing view of her breasts.
“What did you have in mind?”
“A B.J. What would that set me back?”
Sally names her price. He parks his car in the carport and has her climb in the passenger side. He pays her fee and they begin.
Smiling, Sally leans over and works her magic as the john runs his fingers through her long hair. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Anything you want.”
“Think I’ll call you Brandy. That’s the color of your hair.”
“Mmm, I like that,” Sally mumbles, her mouth full.
The john seems to enjoy the vibration of her speaking. “Oh, yeah, baby, work it. That’s right. Stroke it. Suck it. Take it all.”
Sally mixes in gentle nibbles, which enthrall her client. She goes down deep, his penis pushing deep into her throat. She does not gag, having been taught well by the druggie boys. Excited herself, she brings him to an explosive climax, eagerly swallowing all his body has to offer.
Finished, she exits the car, walks to where Ax is parked and hands him the money. He tells her she has just served one of their better customers, and that he is pleased with her performance. He then sends her back to work while grinning to himself.
Sally likes doing exactly what she is told by the johns and following their instructions to the letter. She enjoys bringing them to orgasm. Sometimes she screws up, and Ax beats her.
It’s only ‘cause he loves me. If I do what I’m told, I won’t need to be beaten.
The thrill and excitement of their new life continue to intoxicate them through summer. But as time wears on, Ax gives Sally and Angel fewer drugs, choosing to control them instead through fear and intimidation. The girls are easily dominated and controlled—a role each learned from their fathers.
Sally, by the end of summer, falls into a state of deep depression from her depleted coke supply and at last realizes how screwed up her life is.
I want to stop using. Go home. Be a kid again. Can’t go back, though. Look what I’ve become. Ma would be so ashamed of me.
Hell, I’m ashamed of me.
Sally remains with Ax.
Ax owns me. Screws me whenever he wants and sends me out to be screwed by the johns. He’s like a pit bull watching my every move.
How did I ever feel protected by him? Now I feel used—owned.
At the end of her first year of hooking, Sally tells Angel, “I’m pregnant!”
“What?! Are you shitting me? That’s nothing to joke about.”
Sally begins crying. “No joke, I’m really pregnant.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure. Haven’t had a flow in two months, so I took one of those home pregnancy tests—it was positive. What am I gonna do? Oh, God! What about Ax?”
“Calm down. Let’s think this through. Been throwing up?”
“Yes. But only a little.” Sally’s eyes brighten. “Maybe the test was wrong.”
Angel nods. “Let’s have you take another. We can decide what to do if that one’s positive.”
That test conforms the last.
Sally is beside herself. “Angel, Ax’s gonna kill me! I swear to God.”
“Not if he doesn’t know. Turn sideways.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
Sally strikes a profile pose, while Angel examines her. “Excellent!
We can keep this from Ax. You don’t even show. Girls hide pregnancies all the time. We’ll just—”
“Hide mine?”
“Exactly!”
Ax finds out about Sally’s pregnancy, just after the start of the New Year. She is six months along and unable to hide her expanding figure. He beats her savagely. Ax’s anger is terrifying. “You stupid bitch!” he roars. “How the hell could you forget to take ‘em damn pills? It’s a simple thing. What the hell are you gonna do now? It’s too late for an abortion.” He slaps Sally hard across her face. “Stupid cunt! You’re gonna work that pussy till that kid drops. Some johns really dig that shit.” He throws his hands up in the air. “So much for the innocent schoolgirl image. Consider your coke dried up. I ain’t gonna have no crack-addicted motha fucka under my care.”
Angel helps Sally clean up after the beating.
“He isn’t going