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   Abused and Destroyed 1   
      
   by an Indifferent Society 1   
      
   By Loki925 (M+/g+, rape)   
      
   This story is pure fiction and does not resemble anything or anyone in   
   reality, whatever that is.   
      
   Prologue:   
      
   Razor wire circled the top of a tall fence. Just beyond the fence, two   
   groups of protesters stood vigil, one with candles that lit the night,   
   the other, with ropes fashioned into hang- man's nooses. Between the two   
   was a thin line of policemen. The group that held the nooses hurled   
   insults at the ones who were holding candles, singing soft songs, or   
   praying.   
      
   The reason the two groups had gathered here was on the other side of the   
   great fence surrounding a building that looked like the walls of an old   
   castle. The walls were the outside of a State prison. They were not   
   meant to keep people out, but to hold them in. Inside the wall of   
   concrete and steel was the dormitory section of the very modern high   
   security prison. There was also an execution chamber.   
      
   Only the most heinous of criminals were sent to this prison. Criminals   
   like murderers, hard core inmates that other prisons could not handle,   
   but most of all criminals who were sentenced to die by lethal injection.   
      
   Both groups waited for the death hour to approach, both were waiting for   
   midnight. Both awaited the death of a just twenty-one year old female   
   named Mary Connors who was sentenced to die at the stroke of midnight.   
      
   After midnight:   
      
   It is now 12:10 a.m., and Mary Connors was pronounced dead at 12:05 a.m.   
   Some say that at just twenty-one years old, Mary was the queen of death,   
   nothing more than a mass murderer. Others call Mary a victim, a pawn of   
   a hypocritical, unjust system of archaic, puritanical laws that send   
   innocent children to unsupervised foster homes, hopeless juvenile   
   shelters, or in Mary's case, to death. I don't know what Mary was.   
   Perhaps if I tell you her story then you can judge for yourself.   
      
   Many years earlier:   
      
   The community was made up of cloned, small, two-bedroom homes. Six men   
   lived at the very end of the retirement community, which was called the   
   square. Their names were Tom Connors, Hal Davis, George Jones, Hector   
   Lopez, Mike Hunter, and Ken Washington. At seventy-one, Tom was the   
   oldest of the bunch. Hal, George, Carl, and Mike were all sixty-five,   
   and Ken was the "baby" at just sixty.   
      
   The men did everything together. They played poor golf, poor tennis,   
   walked every morning, had BBQs, and once a month they got drunk on a   
   cheap 6.0 beer. The guys had one nemesis. Her name was Claudette but the   
   guys called her Medusa, Hydra, or Old Bat.   
      
   Claudette was an old-school, prim and proper old woman who lived in the   
   last house before the square. Claudette never ventured into the square,   
   but every morning when the guys would walk by dressed only in short   
   pants Claudette would hurl insults at the old guys and call them "filthy   
   perverts".   
      
   She would have continued her antics until she was rotting away in her   
   grave. But one day Ken had had enough of the Old Bat and he said, "You   
   old dried-up prune, what you need is some black man meat," and he shook   
   his covered crotch at the Old Bat.   
      
   The rest of the guys could not help laughing. They laughed so hard they   
   almost pissed their pants. But they had to stop because Tom needed to   
   take a nitro pill.   
      
   Claudette called the police but the police said there was nothing they   
   could do about a black man simply shaking his covered crotch at her.   
   Claudette, fearing the black man would rape her dried-up, old wrinkled,   
   lily-white vagina, stayed in her house. Dreading the black man, she was   
   content to bang on her window as the guys walked by, but every once in a   
   while, Ken would wag his tongue at the Old Bat, putting the fear of   
   black men into her. Then she would retire to her bedroom for a week or two.   
      
   The only time Medusa would rear her ugly head and venture out of the   
   house was during the summer months, when the guys' grandchildren would   
   come for a two-week visit. Each of the guys had one granddaughter,   
   except for Ken, who had two.   
      
   All the guys' grandkids would arrive within a day or two of each other.   
   Medusa deputized herself as the guardian of little girl purity. She   
   would stand on her porch and cast her evil eye at them as the men walked   
   by with their little granddaughters, but still fearing Ken, she dared   
   not unloose her serpent's tongue.   
      
   The guys ignored the Old Bat, but there was something just on the   
   horizon, something in the black void of life, something worse than the   
   Old Bat. It was called "Fate."   
      
   One summer all the guys' granddaughters arrived on the same day, and   
   within no more than a half hour of each other. The competition for   
   tourists' dollars was fierce that summer. The vacation of a lifetime   
   could be had for less than half the usual price. The best tours that   
   summer were in London, Paris, and Rome.   
      
   The parents of the guys' granddaughters somehow all managed to be on the   
   same flight. When the jumbo jet was halfway across the English Channel   
   it decided it wanted to be a boat. The jumbo jet took its first and last   
   swim in the salty waters of the English Channel.   
      
   At Ken Washington's home:   
      
   Ken Washington had escaped the ghetto by joining the Marines. He was   
   6'3" and at sixty years old, he had the body of a thirty-year-old. He   
   and Mike had served in the same war and actually met in the jungles of   
   Vietnam. As to which unit saved the other, that was still debated   
   between the ex-Marines and Rangers, over a friendly beer of course.   
      
   Ken was making his granddaughters their favorite meal, hot-dogs and   
   beans. Their parents were an interracial couple. Tina, his oldest   
   granddaughter, was nine years old. She was 4'3" tall and weighed 66 lbs.   
   She had coarse, slightly kinky blond hair with deep, dark brown eyes and   
   her skin was white. Her sister Pam was seven years old. She was 4' tall   
   and weighed 52 lbs. She had the same eyes and blond hair as Tina, but   
   her skin was a very rich light brown.   
      
   Ken put the girls' plates on the kitchen table then called, "Tina, Pam,   
   dinner is ready."   
      
   At Mike Hunter's home:   
      
   "What do you think of my new tits, grandpa?" Hailey asked, pulling up   
   her punk rock T-shirt.   
      
   Mike Hunter wondered where the sweet little nine-year-old girl from last   
   summer went. He said, "Let me get my magnifying glass. Then maybe I can   
   see something."   
      
   Hailey who had lifted her T-shirt just to shock him was disappointed.   
   She had done the same thing to her father and he had a cow. "Well," she   
   thought, "maybe later I will moon the old guy." She pulled down her   
   T-shirt saying, "Grandpa, you're no fun at all."   
      
   "Good. Now finish your turkey burger."   
      
   "Grandpa, I give all my boyfriends blowjobs."   
      
   "And just how many would that be?"   
      
   "At least ten," Hailey said, knowing full well she had never actually   
   given a single blow job.   
      
      
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