Sherry's Story

Such a Young Girl

Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Sin City the movie or the graphic novels.

A/N: My story has nothing to do with the plotline in the novels. This chapter contains adult material: Fisting, Non-con, sodomy and sexual violence.

Please R and R!

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The next morning after I arrived, I sat down with Momma at the kitchen table.

“How did you sleep?” she asked.

I smiled. “Very well. If didn’t get a chance to thank you last night…”

Momma raised her hand and I was silent. “First: As you may know, I run a whorehouse, not a shelter for runaway teenage girls. If you want to stay here, you will work as the other girls do. Men will come here. They will pay me and you will do whatever they ask—that includes sex. I will protect you from anyone who wants to hurt you. If they do hurt you, they will pay for it.”

“Second: You have two choices: you can go back where you came from and live with your stepfather. That’s if he isn’t already dead of course. Or you can stay.

“Third: if you choose to remain here, I will give you a contract. When it is paid off, then you can leave.”

“A contract for how much?”

“Ten thousand dollars.”

I stared at her, my mouth open in disbelief. It would take me forever to make that kind of money!

“You are forgetting one very important thing--how quickly it is paid off depends entirely on you. But before you make your mind up, let me tell you that an hour with you will cost a man fifty dollars. If you are diligent and work hard, you should be able to pay that off very quickly. What do you say? You may have killed a cop, and if so, you will be charged and put in prison for the rest of your life. That’s not much of a future for a girl with her whole life ahead of her. It’s your choice.”

“How long do I have to make up my mind? It’s a big decision,” I asked.

“This time tomorrow night, I expect an answer.” She got up and left me in the kitchen to think about my future.

What could I do? What if I had killed Tom? She was right. If he was dead, I would be hunted down until I was found. Living as a whore wasn’t on my list of careers but as Momma said, how soon I was released from my contract depended entirely on how hard I was going to work. Yes, I would have to have sex with strange men but she said she’d protect me.

I gave it a lot of thought but I didn’t have a choice: I had to stay. The next evening I told Momma what I decided.

“Good. I think it might be to your advantage if you dressed younger than you really are. You will be perfect for a select group of our clientele whose tastes run to young girls. I’m also changing your name that reflects your youth: From now on, you will be known as Cherry. And I know exactly who your first client will be: Senator Roarke. You’ll be seeing him next week.”

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I was sitting in my favourite chair in the reception room. It was where men who wanted sex could sit and look over the girls who were available for hire and make their selection. The room was furnished in simple but good taste and if you were coming there for the first time, you never would have guessed this place was a whorehouse.

It was quiet that night and most of the girls were watching television or reading. When I first arrived at Momma’s house, I expected the girls who lived there to wear revealing clothes or too much makeup but Momma’s wasn’t that kind of whorehouse. It was one of the better classes of bordellos in the city. If a man just wanted a cheap fuck, there were always the prostitutes on street corners, but if a man wanted quality and was prepared to pay for it, he came to us. Momma prided herself on having the best and healthiest girls in town.

I saw Momma come in.

“May I have your attention please, ladies?” She stood in the centre of the large room and waited until everyone was quiet. “Senator Roarke informed me that he is hosting a party tomorrow night. The President will be there. I don’t think I need to tell you what that means.” She raised her eyebrow in a peculiar way and we all understood her. These parties meant some of the richest and most powerful men in the state were going to be there and high rollers meant high tips. For the most part, attendance was voluntary but almost everyone wanted to go to his parties. Many a girl had walked out of one of those shindigs with a thousand dollars in her pocket.

A thousand dollars or not, nothing in hell could ever make me go back there. Once had been enough.

“However,” she continued when the excited buzzing stopped. “Some of his bodyguards and other staff will be coming here, so those of you who aren’t going to the party, be on your best behaviour. They’ll be here at eight.”

“Which ones are coming?” asked a girl to my left.

“Bruiser, Big Ben, Tim and Alex.”

The women who had been in Momma's employ longer than me knew each of the men who owned these names well. Bruiser and Big Ben were regulars but I’d only been at Momma’s but I’ve never seen either.

“If the Senator is having a party, why are they coming here?” I couldn’t help but ask. I was curious. The other girls laughed at me but Momma shut them up.

“Because, Cherry, the President will be at the Senator’s mansion and it will be full of Secret Service agents, FBI and a lot of men from other law enforcement agencies from all across the country. No one in their right mind would try anything there. His house will be the safest place in the state.”

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I was in two minds about meeting the Senator’s bodyguards but I didn’t really have anything else to do that evening. I could have used the money but I needed sleep more. I didn’t put too much makeup on and wore a nice skirt and a top. There was a very good chance I wouldn’t get selected—according to Momma, there were only four of them and there were at least twenty girls they could have their pick from. By the time I got downstairs, they were already there; there were four of the biggest men I ever saw, none of which I’d want to meet up with in a dark alley.

“I’ll take the little one,” a tall man said, staring at me and licking his lips. “So you’re the new girl I’ve been hearing so much about. The Roarke boys told me all about you. Yeah, you’ll do. I’d love to have your tight pussy around me and I’m just the right man to break it in properly. You’re coming with me.” He grabbed my arm hard and I cried out.

He had a long scar down the left side of his face and he looked mean. Really mean. All the girls called him Bruiser and from the tidbits of information I picked up, he was rough with every one. After he was done with any of the girls, I noticed that none of them could sit down properly for a day or two after that. Momma didn’t like him going anywhere near us but whatever internal damage he did and medical bills the girl needed afterward, Senator Roarke always took care of it, paying Momma generously for the girl’s lost wages. I cringed at the thought of him touching me.

“No, she won’t. She’s mine,” said a deep voice behind him. Even though Bruiser was a large man, he looked like a dwarf next to the one who had spoken.

“Back off, you dumb fuck,” Bruiser warned, standing up to his full height but even so, he was still a good four inches shorter than the man who had spoken for me. “Find someone else. She’s mine.”

“You want to make something of it, Leslie? I’d love to see you try. Let’s give the lady the deciding vote.”

“Lady?! She’s not a lady! We pay ‘em, we fuck ‘em--that makes her a tramp. She’s not from the Society section of the newspaper. She’s nothing but a fucking whore!”

The next thing I knew, Bruiser was on the floor, holding his jaw and his nose was bleeding.

“What the fuck did you hit me for?” Bruiser yelled.

“Your daddy obviously never taught you to show respect to women, did he? If I ever see you do that again, you’ll get more of the same. You got a problem with that?” His voice was low and controlled and judging from the look on Bruiser’s face, he had learned the hard way what happened when his opponent got pissed off.

Bruiser shook his head.

“I didn’t think so.” My date sneered at Bruiser and took me by the arm. I was shocked that such a large man could be as gentle as he was. “Which room is yours?” he asked and we left. The door to my room closed behind us and I locked it.

“What’s your name?” he asked, looking down at me.

The top of my head was barely level with his chin. “Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” I said, trying to put on a brave face. This guy’s chest and shoulders were so wide, I’d bet anything he’d have to walk through doorways sideways just so he could get in. I hoped he wouldn’t be too rough.

“Fair enough,” he said with a smile. “You wanna sit down?”

“Sure.” He was so tall; my neck was beginning to hurt from looking up at him. I sat down and held my hands in my lap and waited for him to make the first move. Usually when I was with a man, once the door to the room was closed, they couldn’t wait to get their clothes off and inside me as soon as they could.

I waited but he didn’t do anything. I couldn’t help but stare at him. He was the ugliest man I had ever seen. He reminded me of pictures I’d seen in school about what cavemen looked like: a sloping forehead and a jutting jaw but the only difference between them and this guy was that his knuckles didn’t drag on the ground and he walked upright.

For some reason I thought he looked familiar to me somehow but I couldn’t remember where or when I’d seen him before.

He had taken off his jacket and there was the biggest gun I had ever seen strapped in a harness under his right arm. I gulped, wondering how many times he had used it. I took a deep breath and tried to carry on our conversation as if I hadn’t seen it. “Don’t worry, I only use it when I have to.”

“I’m glad,” I said. “Listen, I just wanted to say thanks for what you did downstairs, Mister, er…”

“Ben.”

“Thanks, Ben.”

“Don’t mention it. What’s your name?” he asked.

“Before I came here, my name was Sherry but Momma changed it to Cherry.”

“I’ll bet. Why are you here, Sherry?”

“Well, I’m here ‘cause you paid for me.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean why are you even working for Momma in the first place? You’re too young to be sold to men You should be at home playing with dolls and trying on makeup and stuff.”

I shrugged. “This is my home now. I’ve known worse. That’s why I ran away. Momma treats me good. It’s not too bad.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

I glanced at the clock. We’d already been talking for fifteen minutes. If he wasn’t going to start something, it was up to me to do it. That was one of the first rules that Momma taught me. She’d told me that some men were just plain shy and afraid to make the first move. It would be up to me. I put my hand on his knee. There was no reaction and I stole a look at Ben. His face was turned away and he seemed to be thinking about something. My hand went higher, to his thigh this time. I was about to move it again when he grabbed my wrist.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to?” I asked.

“I don’t screw little girls. In case you haven’t noticed, I ain’t the Senator.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” I said, pressing my shoulders back so he could see my 36C chest. “I’m not a kid. I’m nearly fifteen.”

“Christ,” Ben shook his head. “Look, Sherry, you’re really nice and all. Thanks for the offer, but no.”

“Can I ask why you chose me?”

“I didn’t want Leslie to get his hands on you,” he said. “He likes to hurt women.”

“I know. I’ve seen what he does to some of the other girls. I’m glad you came along when you did, Ben.”

“So am I, kid.”

“Why don’t you wanna fuck me? Are you a queer?” I asked. I wasn’t trying to piss him off; I was just trying to figure him out. I never had a trick say no to me before.

Ben threw back his head and laughed. “A fag? Me? Hell no! To answer your question, I chose you because…I wanted to see how you were.”

He said the last sentence so quietly I could barely hear him. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this man somewhere before. He was so familiar to me. It was maddening. “How long have you been working for the Senator?”

“I started working for him when I was a little older than you. Worked my way up the ladder until I got to where I am now. I’ve been his main bodyguard for nearly ten years. I stay in the background so I can see but not be seen.”

I knew what he meant. Roarke only surrounded himself with good looking guys—all spit and polish in their fancy suits and flashy cars.

“Why aren’t you at the party if you’re his number one man?”

Ben shrugged. “I’ve been to enough of his parties. If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”

“But the President is going to be there!”

“Big deal. Besides, I’ve met him before, anyway. Seeing him again is nothing special. I had the chance to take the night off and I did.”

“Are you a hitman?” I asked, curious in spite of myself.

“Sometimes.”

“Wow,” I said and I couldn’t believe that I was sitting here on a bed passing the time of day with a real, honest-to-God killer! “Can you teach me how to use a gun?” I said and pointed to his sidearm.

“That’s Matilda,” Ben said, proudly patting his gun.

“Your gun has a name?” I couldn’t believe it.

“Yup. I took it off of the meanest kid in my neighbourhood when I was growing up. Besides teaching you how to use a gun, I’ll teach you how to defend yourself. You know, hand to hand stuff.”

“That’d be great!” This was getting better and better, I thought. In my line of work, knowing how to handle a gun and how to get myself out of bad situations was a definite bonus.

For no good reason, I looked at his huge hands and wondered if he’d ever choked someone to death with them. They were so big, he could probably do it one-handed without breaking a sweat. What would he do to me if I pissed him off?

But despite that, I’d rather be here in this lousy room than at the Senator’s house. If a girl screamed here, someone would come to investigate, but at the Roarke estate, she could scream for hours and no one would help.

I should know—it happened to me.

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“Well, well, look what we have here,” the Senator said, dropping to one knee before me. He was wearing a silk maroon bathrobe that looked very expensive. He smiled at me in a way that made my skin crawl but I didn’t know what to do. “You can go now,” he said, dismissing his bodyguards. “What’s your name, little girl?” he said and the two other men in the room snickered and looked at one another.

“Cherry.”

“How appropriate. How long have you been working for Momma?”

“Nearly two weeks. You’re my first customer.”

“Really? I’m honoured that she chose me to break you in. Well, shall we get to know each other a little better?” He rose to his full height and took my hand, leading me to the king-sized bed.

I looked shyly at the two younger men who showed neither signs of embarrassment nor any intention of leaving us alone. “Are they going to stay?”

“Of course they are. They are my sons. The younger one is going to fill my shoes as Senator when my term is up and the other wants to make the Church and serve God.” He shook his head. “So I figured that I’d introduce you to him and see what he does to you. You see, Cherry, when a man gets be my age, he hopes to have grandchildren one day and if he’s going to shut himself up away from women, then I won’t get any from him, will I? So it’s up to you to change his mind about being celibate. And I know you’ll a good job, won’t you?”

There was an implied threat in his tone. I shivered and I felt cold sweat slide down my back. The Senator got on the bed and removed his robe, pointing to his half-erect dick. “Suck,” he ordered. I straddled his hips and did what he wanted. The Senator shoved my head back down so far I gagged.

“Deeper! Keep going until I tell you to stop!” I could tell he was going to come soon and I doubled my efforts to get him off so I could give my sore mouth a rest. But it seemed he had something else in mind for me. He shoved me off and grabbed my by the hair. “I want to fuck you now.”

I positioned myself over him, thinking I’d go slowly so I could get used to him but that was not on his mind. He shoved me down onto his dick and I yelped from the pain. I wasn’t lubricated at all but he kept thrusting upward with his hips until he was all the way inside me. He made me sit up straight so he could go as deep as possible. The head of his cock kept hitting my cervix with each thrust and the pain was so bad that I started to cry.

“She wants to cry?” the Senator said between thrusts, “then by all means let’s give her something to cry about, son.”

I felt a finger poke its way into my ass and wiggle around a bit. It was more uncomfortable than painful. If that was all he was going to do, I thought I could handle it.

Little did I know what he had in mind for me...

“I’ll have to use some lube. She’s too tight, Father.”

“Don’t waste it on her. Just fuck her as she is.”

I bit my lip as I felt a huge mushroom head of a hard cock begin to enter me. Whoever he was, the man behind me grabbed me by the thighs for leverage and he began thrusting into me, each push hurting more and more until I thought I was going to pass out.

“No,” I begged. “Don’t do this...”

“Shut up, cunt! Did anyone give you the right to talk? Keep going.”

The man’s passage inside my ass was slow and excruciating but it became easier when I started bleeding. He was tearing me apart! My stepdad Tom was as gentle as a lamb in comparison.

I don’t know how long it lasted. I remembered hearing both men groan as they came inside of me at the same time. Thank God it was over! As soon as they withdrew their cocks from my body, I curled up into a ball on the bed. I could feel the blood and cum leaking from my ass and pussy but I didn’t care.

But I had forgotten about the third man in the room and this one, even though he seemed mild-mannered and quiet, was the most sadistic of the three. I was bleeding but he didn’t care. I struggled to get away from him but I felt his father pin my shoulders down while his brother spread my legs. He slowly rolled up his sleeve as if he had all the time in the world. He put one, then two, and finally three fingers all the way inside of me. I arched my back and screamed when he put four inside. I hoped that someone would come and see what was wrong.

“Go ahead and scream all you want,” the Senator hissed in my ear. “No one will help you. As far as the staff in this house is concerned, you were never here. You don’t exist.”

I looked into the face of the man who was fist-fucking me and I could tell by the crazed look on his face, he was enjoying my pain. The more I cried, the harder and faster he shoved his fingers into me, with each thrust, his hand went further and further inside.

“See if you can fit your fist into her, brother,” the other young man said, edging closer so he could have a better view. “I want to hear her scream.”

Even though I had been ordered not to talk, I couldn’t help myself. “Please…don’t do this!”

When his fist went into me, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. I only remember praying to God that I would die. But I didn’t. I don’t know how long it lasted but when it was over, I heard the Senator slap his sons on the back.

“Tell Ben to come in and clean this place up—stupid bitch bled everywhere! The sheets and blankets will all have to be replaced. After he’s done, tell him to bring this piece of garbage back to Momma’s.” His foot lashed out and kicked me in the ribs, knocking the wind out of me.

Garbage. That’s all I was to them. I wasn’t a woman, I was trash--something to be used up and thrown out when they were done with me.

The next thing I remember was being picked up and carried out of the room. I didn’t care if the man holding me was going to kill me—if I was dead, then they couldn’t hurt me anymore.

I heard the sound of running water and I cried out when my body was lowered into a Jacuzzi. It hurt at first but the hot bubbling water took away some of the pain. I flinched when I felt a cloth being rubbed gently over my body but the man who was bathing me told me in a soft voice he wouldn’t hurt me. He tried to be gentle with me but even so, it hurt like hell.

“You poor child,” he said. His voice was gravelly and deep but I liked it anyway. By his tone, I could tell how sad he was. “Poor, poor little girl.”

I felt safe in his arms and opened my eyes. The only thing I remembered was that he had blue eyes and they were kind and full of sympathy. I wanted to tell him thanks for what he had done but I had screamed so much I didn’t have a voice anymore. The only sound that came out of my mouth was a croak.

The man got up and put a glass of water in my hands. He helped me sit up. I drank as much as I could and I felt better. I reached up and touched the man’s face to show my appreciation and he smiled at me. I felt myself being taken out of the water. I looked down and saw that the water was red. He wrapped me up in a blanket and I felt a towel being put between my legs to stop the bleeding.

I blacked out for good after that and the next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital…

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I shuddered at the memory and I felt tears start to burn in my eyes. Before I knew what happened, I was in Ben’s arms and he was holding me as I cried.

“That’s okay, kid. Let it out.”

And I did. I don’t know how long I cried but Ben held me through it all; he stroked my hair and his arms were a haven I wished I could have forever. I never felt so safe, so loved as I did while he held me.

“I saw what they did. I was the one who took care of you afterward, do you remember?” he asked quietly, his lips against my hair.

Now I knew where I’d seen him before! Ben was the one who picked me up off the floor. He was the one who put me in the bath and gently cleaned the blood and cum from my body. He showed me the only kindness anyone gave me in that awful house. I had to thank him. I turned my head and kissed his scarred cheek. My lips lingered on his skin, telling him without words that if he wanted more than just a kiss, I would gladly give it to him.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“No problem. Such a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be in a place like this, especially with a man like me.”

“You’re not so bad.”

“Even if I look the way I do?” He was teasing me now to lighten my mood and I felt a sudden rush of tender feeling for the big lug.

“Well, you are kinda scary looking….” I meant it as a joke until I saw the look on his face and I immediately felt sorry for the remark I just made. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean. Sometimes my mouth just opens and my brain shuts off. What I mean to say is—aw, shit. I like you, Ben. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Sherry,” he said.

I took his face between my hands and kissed him. He didn’t pull away and I heard his breath catch in his throat and he wrapped his arms around me. For several long, lovely moments he kissed me back. It was the first time I’d ever felt anything when a man kissed me. But before I could deepen the kiss, he gently pulled away from me and took my hands in his.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked. “Didn’t you like it?”

He sighed deeply. “Kid, I’ve got nothing against you so don’t think I’m rejecting you but you’re too young. I’m nearly forty and you’re not even fifteen yet. I’m old enough to be your father! But if it’s okay, I would like to talk to you again.”

“I’d like that,” I said and laid my hand on his shoulder before touching his face again. “You’re a nice guy, Ben,” I smiled at him. A strange look came over his face and he jerked away.

“No I’m not,” Ben said, his voice sharp and angry. “Don’t ever say that to me again! I am not a nice man. I’ve killed a helluva lot of people and beaten up even more. I am as far from nice as you can get. C’mon, my hour’s up.” He put on his jacket and buttoned it all the way up even though the night was warm.

I nodded and he helped me to my feet. You don’t want me now, I thought, but you will. I’d been with enough men by now to know that he was aroused. Ben probably thought I hadn't noticed his hard-on when he kissed me, but I did. Let me put it this way: he wasn’t named Big Ben because of how tall he was.

The age difference between us didn’t bother me but apparently, it was a sore point with Ben. However, I knew that no matter what he was—hitman, bodyguard, whatever--Ben was still a man. He already told me he wanted to see me again. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. He didn’t realize it yet, but I was determined to repay my debt to him by returning the love and kindness he had shown me.

We entered the hallway. I watched as Ben gave Momma her money and couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guy. He just spent fifty dollars for one hour and we didn’t even have sex! All we did was talk. Not only that, he left a twenty dollar tip!

“Er, Sable? May I speak to you for a moment?” He glanced up and saw me looking at the two of them and whispered something to her and she nodded.

While Ben was talking to Sable, Momma took me aside and told me that Ben asked to see me tomorrow if that was all right.

“You can refuse, you know. You don’t have to,” Momma said.

“No, I’d love to see him again. I really would.”

“How was he?” she asked, lowering her voice and looking at me eagerly, hoping that I would satisfy her curiosity. When I said nothing, she peered at me, running her gaze over my body in search in injuries. “Did he hurt you? If he did, I’ll kick his ass…”

Suddenly I felt very angry at her words. She was pretending to get upset when she could tell that I wasn’t harmed by Ben but I remembered that she didn’t blink an eye when she saw what Roarke and his sons did to me. Her lack of concern about my condition in the hospital and what she said to me afterward hurt me even now but I didn’t say anything about that, either.

“No, he didn’t hurt me at all. Being with him was ….like nothing I expected. I’m tired, Momma, I’d like to get some rest.”

I went to the kitchen and fixed myself something to eat. I tried to ignore the questions the other girls were firing at me: How did I like Big Ben? Did he hurt me? Could I sit down?

I kept my anger in check as much as I could and answered their stupid questions with as little detail as possible. It was none of their damn business what I did with Ben! I was about to lose my temper when a girl called Sable took me aside and explained the situation.

“I know you think they’re nosy but it’s not that.”

“It’s none of their business!” I fumed. “I don’t ask them how their dates went, so what gives them the right to ask about mine?”

“Since you’ve come here, a lot of us see you as a younger sister. And especially after what happened to you at the Senator’s, you’re someone that we look out for. They’re only asking because they care about you. Let’s face it, Cherry. Ben wouldn’t have to do too much to really hurt you, would he? Look at the size of him!”

“He didn’t lay a hand on me, Sable.” I hastily corrected myself to cover the accidental slip. Even though Sable was my best friend here, I wasn’t going to tell her the truth. Only Ben and I would know what happened. “I meant that he was nice to me and didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to.”

“So he didn’t hurt you?”

“No he didn’t.” I opened my mouth to ask what she and Ben had been talking about but decided not to. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Since he didn’t want to sleep with me because he thought I was too young, it was only natural that he’d want someone else to fill his needs. It was their business not mine, but I still couldn’t explain a twinge of jealousy that I felt. I excused myself, heading back to my room. I felt the need to be alone; to stare at my ceiling and remember every detail of the one precious hour I spent with Ben. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I knew that I was having second thoughts about staying in Sin City. Should I go back to my stepfather? What he did to me was horrible, but nowhere near as awful as what I went through at the Roarke estate. Was this going to be my life until my debt was paid off? Being raped and abused every time I was paid for? Should I leave and go back to where I came from?

It occurred to me that if I left, I wouldn’t be able to see Ben again. And that was something that I really wanted to do. But I had to be realistic about our chances together--why would a decent man like Ben want me? He’d only want to be around me when he needed a woman to satisfy him but once he started thinking about getting a wife and kids, he wouldn’t look in my direction, that’s for sure.

I had to face facts: no matter how much Ben liked me, there would be no way in hell that he would ever love me. His friend had been right: I was nothing but a whore. I would never be anyone’s wife. And because of what the Senator and his sons did to me, I would never be a mother.

I curled up into a ball and jammed my knees under my chin and cried until I slept.