*Warning, I’m telling about graphic and disturbing events of my life.*

I was brought up under the care of the most corrupt, immoral and unethical group of people on the face of the earth, DHS and child welfare services.   Some may disagree and may even have a different outlook, if they were lucky enough to avoid the wickedness and villainy that I personally experienced.

To this day I know nothing about my real parents other than two names on a birth certificated, their last name not the same. My very first memories took place in a small Orphanage where I shared one bed with two other young girls, me being the youngest. I remember we were the only girl among a larger group of boys, possible as many as fifteen, ranging in age from infants to teenagers. It was very strict and poor by the lack of any decent clothing and only small portions of food we were allowed.  Knowing what I do now I would bet the funding was there but it never got to the children.

Even back then I was treated different and I’m sure I know what started it.  I remember the staff doctor saying I wasn’t a virgin.  I have no idea what or whom took that from me. That alone singled me out to every perverted and twisted creature within the child care system.  It also singled me out among the corrupted mines of the other boys that were there with me.

Things started right from the beginning with innocent games of tickling that turned into grouping chest, or inappropriate touching between my legs.  Then the touching went under the clothing and fingers inside me and soon there were several boys doing it.  Someone would catch us now and then and the boy would get in trouble, but for some reason I was labeled as slow witted, or worse, and didn’t know better. 

Next came the requests for me to touch back begun.  That started with one of the older boys with his hand down my pants as another waited for his turn.  He simple told me to rub on him and I did.  It was just me putting my hand on him and moving it up and down on his pants while he fingered me.  Finally he pulled himself completely free of his underwear and let it stand out.  He talked me into touching it.  I just touched around on it until he grabbed my hand and used my hand under his as he masturbated. That was my first memorable experience with cum. 

The other boy didn’t get his turn because I remember running off crying, which turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life.  I rounded a corner and found myself in the hallway with a tall black man who was one of the staff there and he stopped me and started asking what was wrong.  Here I was crying and holding out my hand with a little cum still on it.

              He knew about me like everyone else there, and he took advantage of my weakness. Right away he lead me down the stairs to a door which he unlocked.  Once inside he asking about what was going on and who was involved, and he wanted way too much detail as he asked about the boys putting their hands on me.  Right then he tells me he needs to check and see if I had been hurt and I reluctantly let him ease my pants and panties down to my ankles.  He checked me out very thoroughly as he even removed my clothing from around my ankles and set me on a chair so he could hold my legs wide apart.  He was watching my reaction very closely but I had no idea what was going on so I just let him do whatever he wanted without a sound.  Then he surprised me by putting his mouth on me and I jumped.  He quickly stopped and told me not to worry that he was helping me.  Yeah right, but like the little fool I was back then I thought grownup didn’t lie.  Again he put his mouth to me and started licking.  At that time it wasn’t even pleasurable or anything other than confusing so I just let him keep doing it. 

              I guess he thought I was enjoying it. He suddenly stopped licking me and stood up and I watched as he started removing his pants right in front of me.  As I seen him I noticed how different he was from the boy I had just touched.  The boy was small, white and very hard and his was much bigger, black and hung way down.  I suddenly felt a little panic as he knelt down in front of me, as he was tugging away at his dick trying to get it harder.  I know I was squirming around as he placed the head of his dick to my tiny pussy and started pushing.  His frustration was setting in as he couldn’t get into me because I was too tight and moving around too much.  Then it happened, that very first slap of the hundreds more that were to come in my life.  First there was pain and a dimming of my sight as my head was rocked back and to the side, followed by a salty taste of blood and flashes of spinning light as my sight returned.  That made me set still and once again he attempted to shove himself into me.  Even though I was setting as still as I could he again grew frustrated in his failure to penetrate me he slapped me again and this time it was even harder.  The only good thing it wasn’t my permanent, but my primary teeth that I let drop from my mouth onto my chest in a pool of blood.

              A strange thing happens when a deranged animal feels fear, and he was just that at that moment.  He realized he had messed up as he looked down at my limp body with blood flowing from my mouth and my four missing teeth.  I’m sure to him I looked either dead or unconscious but I wasn’t. 

              Between fear and his actions it somehow aroused him and he was now rock hard.  With massive force he pushed himself into me.  I felt like everything in me split open as he raped me for what felt like hours.  At one point I began to get enough sense about myself to move and moan but this only enraged him again.  He never pulled out of me as he fisted punched me over and over. He truly wanted to kill me.

              I awoke in terrible pain choking on a mouthful of blood and my eyes were swollen shut.  I somehow managed to roll over enough to keep the blood from choking me and again I passed out.

              When I woke again this time I was in a real hospital and had no idea how I got there or how long I’ve been there.  I had been out for almost a week and someone finally told me I was lucky to be alive.  The guys who beat me only got caught because he had started the Furness in the middle of the summer and someone noticed the smoke.  Yeah, his plan was to dispose of me that way.

              That wasn’t the end of my time at the Orphanage and even though I was eventually placed in the first of many foster homes, I’ll have to save those horror stories for a later time.