One on One

Detroit Metro Block 227, Earth, 2296 (seven years ago)

Tamika's eyes snapped from the pan of potatoes she was preparing to the archway leading to the hall when she heard the front door open, then shut. When her uncle Marcus turned the corner, he gave her a smile. "Hey, there's the birthday girl! Where's your daddy?"

"Asleep, sir," Tamika murmured, gently clutching her arm. Like every day, he'd been drunk by noon, and like most his temper had flared up when she'd tried to bring him lunch. She didn't think anything was broken this time, but the arm and her ribs where he'd hit her with the bottle were definitely going to bruise.

She stood a little straighter, and straightened out the too-small sundress as well, as her uncle slid an unwrapped garment box across the kitchen table on his way across the room. "Got you a present."

Before she could reach for the box, his hand was on her sore arm. She winced, then again as he shoved his tongue down her throat. His other hand roughly grabbed one of her artificially-enhanced breasts, his cock already half-hard through his pants and grinding against her crotch. He pulled back, gaver her a final slap on the ass, and swaggered back over to the box.

Tamika's eyes went wide when he held up a frilly pink apron. It looked like it was meant for a little girl; between her height and the size of her breasts, it looked like it wouldn't even come down to her crotch. And she wasn't stupid enough to think she'd be wearing anything under it.

"Try it on," her uncle said with a lecherous grin. She hesitated, which was rare for her, and it earned her a backhand that sent her crashing into the cabinets. "What are you, fuckin' deaf? I said try it the fuck on!"

Tamika shrieked as his hand grabbed the front of her dress and pulled, buttons snapping off and the thin material falling away to reveal her luscious young body. He tossed the apron at her, and she wasted no time in fastening it around her neck and her waist. As she predicted, it only went down to just below her belly button, and the upper portion wasn't wide enough to keep both her big, straining tits under its cover at once.

Her uncle grinned, taking a long look down her exposed, quivering body as she tried not to cry. "Yeah, that's pretty. Don't you look pretty, baby?"

Tamika just sobbed, and her uncle's eyes hardened. Suddenly, his hand was around her throat. "I asked you a fuckin' question! I give you a fuckin' present, you don't even say you like it? Selfish little cunt can't even say thank you?"

"I...I love it, sir," she gasped. "I look s...so pretty. Thank....thank you, sir, thank you!"

He pulled back, and she dropped to her knees, coughing. The sound of a zipper made her look up, and she found her uncle's big, fat brown cock swinging in front of her face.

She'd been in this position enough times to know what he wanted, and to know what would happen if she tried to refuse. Willing the tears to stop, she licked her lips, then tentatively took the head of her uncle's cock into her mouth.

He groaned as her warm, wet mouth enveloped his dick, and wasted no time in starting to thrust. Tamika stayed passive, just sucking rhythmically as he fucked her mouth, one hand wrapped into her hair to hold her steady.

"Aw yeah, fuck, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you..."

His thrusts got harder and faster until his entire cock was slamming down her throat, making her gag and choke and sputter as the big, hard, twitching shaft cut off her airway. Unlike her brothers, who liked her to do all the work, Uncle Marcus just wanted to fuck her throat.

When he came, he sank his throbbing shaft all the way down, and she could feel the spunk flooding her throat. When he pulled back she dropped to the floor, coughing up wads of sticky white cum as her uncle laughed.

"Yeah, that's fuckin' hot. That's all you're gonna wear around the house from now on." As the cum dribbled down her chin and she tried to catch her breath, Marcus kicked her in the thigh. "Hey! Don't just fuckin' lie there, bitch. You gotta finish dinner before your brothers get home."

...

Tamika had four brothers: three older, who worked, and one younger, who was still in high school. They all got home around the same time, and when they did, Tamika had dinner waiting for them and was standing in the front hallway to greet them. When they saw the way the apron displayed her tits and ass and pussy, all four hooted. She winced as Marcus slapped a hand down on her shoulder. "Yeah, she looks real fuckin' sexy, don't she? Bend over, girl, show 'em how fuckin' hot you look from behind."

As she filled their plates for dinner, Tamika bent over at the waist, not even reacting when each of her brother's hands groped her ass and pussy as she laid their plates down. Her eldest brother, King, was last, and he pulled her down into his lap. She could feel his cock hard and straining against his pants, digging between her bare ass cheeks.

"Fuck, you look so fuckin' hot today. I'm gonna give this ass a special birthday present later..."

She fed him by hand, since his were too occupied squeezing her tits and thighs and pussy. As the meal was winding down, the men seemed to be in a good mood, so Tamika swallowed; she might never get another chance.

"Can...can I ask something?"

Marcus just smiled good-naturedly. "Sure, baby girl, what's on your mind?"

Tamika licked her lips. "Well...I'm eighteen now. And I was just wondering if...if maybe you wanted me to...to get a job, or..."

The men paused their forks. Her older brother Ronson, sitting across the table, raised his eyebrows. "Shit, she's thinkin' about leavin'!"

Before she could deny it, King's hand clamped down on her shoulder. Marcus, however, just laughed as he stood up, sauntering toward her seat on his nephew's lap. "Oh, I get it. You think you're a grown woman now, can go wherever you please. You stupid fuckin' slut."

King pushed her up into her uncle's arms. "The fuck you think you're gonna do? You ever been to school? You know how to do fuckin' anything, huh? What you gonna fuckin' do? Sell this fat ass on the street corner?"

Her brothers laughed, and her cheeks burned red as Marcus shoved her against the dining room wall. "Yeah, let's see how that'd work out. King! You're a rich fuckin' businessman lookin' for pussy."

King grinned. "Yeah, I'm a real rich fucker and I wanna get my cock wet. How much you chargin' to fuck that pussy up?"

His fingers hooked into her exposed cunt, and she shook her head frantically only for Marcus to slap her again. "Asked you a fuckin' question, whore!"

Tamika didn't know what to say. "F...fifty credits?"

Everyone else in the room laughed. "See," Marcus spat, "you don't even fuckin' know how to sell your own ass! Rich-ass prick sees some fine street slut, he ain't gonna pay her! He's just gonna fuck her and leave here there, right, King?"

King grinned, grabbing a handful of Tamika's hair and slamming her down across the dinner table. Before she could get up, hands were holding her down and her brother's big cock was squeezing between the lips of her snatch. She groaned in pain as he started to fuck her, but that just ended up opening her mouth for her little brother Tyrone's not-so-little dick. Tamika tried to distract herself, make herself go away, but then the pain and motion of her brothers fucking her from either direction would pull her back. When they came, they both pulled out, painting her ass and face with cum, globs of it running down to their forgotten plates.

After the pounding her cunt had taken she was too weak to stand, so Marcus pulled her up by the hair. "You don't just get to fuckin' leave your family, you selfish fuckin' whore. Maybe if you ask real nice, though, we'll find some other guys who'd pay to fuck a cheap slut like you and bring 'em around. Would you like that?"

Tamika didn't answer. She just cried.

...

Later that night, the two brothers who'd used her yet today fucked her, leaving her raw and red and crying. Then they went to bed, and just like every time she'd expressed interest in the outside world Marcus handcuffed her to the toilet for the night.

Tonight, however, Tamika was an adult. And she'd already made up her mind.

She knew she could slip her hand out of the metal cuff if she could just get her thumb out of the way. So she wedged it in the gap below the toilet tank, and bent it until it cracked. The pain was excruciating, and she had to bite down on her other hand until she bled to keep from screaming and waking anyone up. When she opened her eyes, her hand was red and limp and bleeding.

But it was free.

She didn't waste any time. All her things were in Marcus' bedroom, which meant they might as well have been on the moon, but the tattered white dress was still on the kitchen floor. She wrapped it around herself, fastened the few buttons that were left with her good hand, and staggered to the front door.

It creaked when it opened, and she froze. But no noise came from upstairs. She slipped out into the night, closed it gently, and started to run.

She didn't make it very far. She was barefoot, in pain, and mostly naked, and she stumbled almost as soon as she got out the door. She wasn't even to the end of the block before she collapsed, sobbing, trying to take a breath. When she heard a door opening, she shrieked and rolled into a ball, her bare legs the only thing facing her attacker.

There was the sound of rushing footsteps, and a woman's voice said "No no, honey, I'm not gonna hurt you."

It took a while before she could bring herself to unfurl. When she did, she found herself face to face with a pale, stocky brunette with compassion in her brown eyes. When she got a look at Tamika's entire body, those eyes went wide. "Aw Jesus, honey, what happened to you? I can call the cops..."

Tamika could only shake her head frantically as the woman slipped an arm under hers. "No! No, please, no cops, please, please..."

"Okay. Okay, we're okay. Then just let me take you inside."

Tamika collapsed in the woman's arms, too weak and broken to argue.

...

Tamika was dressed in sweatpants now, with a huge, fuzzy blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The other woman, who introduced herself as Lola and said she was a nurse, had put something on her cuts and bruises that made them stop hurtinh and put a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. That in itself was enough to make her want to cry; she hadn't had it since the last time her mother made it for her, on the night she walked out of the house and never came back.

For her part, the other woman, Lola, had her eyes wide in shock. "I...oh God, Jesus, honey, I had no idea! I saw those boys coming and going, I...I never even knew there was anyone else living with them, much less..." She shook her head. "Honey, I gotta call the cops."

Tamika shook her head again. "No, please! The cops here are worse! They take girls from families like mine and they sell 'em to these sadistic rich guys or they just put 'em in cells and do..."

Lola's hand on hers made her stop, and she looked up to find the woman's frank eyes on hers. "Honey. Who told you that?"

Tamika blinked. Then she blushed, mortified that she could have been so stupid. The hand on hers squeezed gently. "I'm gonna make some calls. Why don't you head upstairs and get in the bath, okay?"

Tamika just nodded, gingerly making her way up the staircase as she heard Lola activating the telecomm.

When Lola knocked on the door of the bathroom a few minutes later, she opened it to find Tamika sitting on the edge of the filled tub, naked and blushing. She held one arm over her breasts, raising the other to show her bandaged hand. "I...I can't really lower myself in."

"It's all right, I'll help you."

Tamika prepared herself to tense up when Lola's arms wrapped around her chest, but she didn't. In fact, the woman's touch felt good. So did the hot water Lola careful helped lower her in to, and Tamika let out a sigh. When Lola began to wash her back, she sank gratefully into the older woman's hands.

"You are a beautiful young woman," Lola murmured, and Tamika actually blushed. "Everything's going to be okay now, I promise."

Tamika shifted nervously in the bathwater. Lola's hands on her back were warm, making her skin tingle. When one of them grazed the side of her breast, she let out a moan of shocked delight.

"Are you all right, honey?"

When Tamika's eyes fluttered open, Lola's face was right in front of hers. Leaning up to kiss her seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Lola sighed when their lips met, and Tamika felt her pussy start to tingle as the other woman's warm, wet lips responded. All too soon, though, Lola pulled back from the kiss.

"You...you don't want to do that right now, honey...it's too soon..."

Tamika answered by jumping up for another kiss, and this time Lola surrendered. When one of the brunette's skillful hands started to roll and flick a fat brown nipple, Tamika let out a luxuriant moan. She felt like crying; she'd thought that her uncle and her brothers had ruined sex forever, only for her to find out that it wasn't men's touches she should have been thinking about anyway!

"Would...would you make love to me?"

Lola broke into a grin. "Oh, honey..."

The next kiss was slow and soft, Tamika rising out of the water to wrap her arms around Lola's neck. The water she brought with her soaked through Lola's shirt, and she could feel the older woman's soft breasts and hard nipples against hers. Lola's hands moved gently but insistently down, cupping her breasts, stroking her stomach and her hips. When the brunette's fingers started to rub up and down between her pussy lips, Tamika surged forward with a moan.

She didn't realize she was jerking her hips against Lola's hand until the brunette pulled back, letting it rest on Tamika's stomach.

"Shh, shh, easy. Slow, honey. Nice and slow."

Tamika bit her lip, but nodded. Lola gave her a peck on the lips and a fragile smile, stroking Tamika's cheek. "God, I wish I could make everything right for you..."

In answer, Tamika just took hold of Lola's wrist and guided her back down to the heat between her legs.

The first time Lola's finger slipped inside her, Tamika thought she'd died and gone to heaven. When the finger curled up and found the spongy, sensitive spot just past her opening, she let out a gasp of pleasure and was forced to admit that even heaven couldn't possibly feel that good.

Lola's lips were on hers again, warm and wet and letting her tongue out to play, one hand expertly worshipping her breast while the other slid sweetly and insistently between her thighs. When Tamika's body tensed, lightning and pleasure wringing through her and something squirting from her pussy, she started to thrash.

Until Lola explained, she didn't even realize she'd just had her first orgasm.

"God, you're so beautiful. You're so beautiful and brave and strong..."

Tamika's hands were shaking, but this time with excitement. With one thumb broken it was hard enough to try to undo the buttons on the older woman's soaked shirt, but Lola made no move to take control away from her.

She'd undone the first two when the intercomm at the door buzzed.

"That'll be the cops. Stay here, I'll go get them and explain everything." When Tamika gave her a worried look, Lola leaned in for a kiss. "You'll be okay, honey, I promise."

Tamika bit her lip, but nodded. When Lola headed for the stairs, Tamika sank down into the water with a groan. She'd never thought she'd feel this good. This...clean.

She heard a man's voice from downstairs, and craned her neck to try to hear Lola's response. She was halfway out of the tub when she heard "Tamika, run!"

She didn't even make it to the door before it slammed open, a scowling Uncle Marcus filling the space, dragging Lola behind him by a handful of her hair.

"Fuck you think you're goin', cunt? You think you can just run away from your family, the people who love you, who take care of you?"

Tamika tried to rush him, and his backhand sent her headfirst into the bathroom wall.

"Too fuckin' stupid to get the message. I bet your fat old bitch here gets the message though, don't you bitch?"

Lola shrieked as he tore open her shirt, grabbing one of her soft tits with one hand and slamming her down over the edge of the sink with the other.

Tamika scrambled to her feet, Lola's screams and the blood dripping into her eyes making everything hazy. "No, don't touch her, don't you fucking touch her!"

Marcus didn't even face her. "This is your fault, bitch! You brought her into this! Well once I fuck her so hard she can't move, I'm gonna take her home and you two can spend all the time together you want!"

"I said get the fuck away from her!"

This time, Marcus turned. It was just in time for the metal lid of the toilet tank to slam against his face.

Tamika froze as he crumpled to the floor, hands covering his face and Lola diving past her, sobbing. Her uncle's hands came down to show his face was bloody and broken, his nose practically gone.

"You fugging gunt! I'm gunna fugging gill you!"

But for the first time in over a decade, Tamika wasn't scared. She was fucking angry.

When he tried to rise, she dropped on him, knees slamming into his ribs and knocking the wind out of him. She didn't even remember her hand was bandaged until her fist cracked his teeth, but the pain didn't feel bad. It felt motherfucking exquisite.

Marcus was dazed, but he tried to raise a hand and Tamika blithely swatted it aside before slamming another fist into his face.

"You don't! Fucking! Touch her! You don't! Fucking! Touch me! You don't! Fucking! Touch! ANYONE!"

Tamika didn't even realize the shrieking was coming from her. She didn't realize the cops had broken down the door to the house and bullrushed up the stairs until they were hauling her off the body. When the red mist parted, she looked down. The only recognizable part of her uncle's face left was one eye, and the only thought in her head was to punch it until it burst just like the other one had.

That was the last thought she had before the thousand volts of a police stunner hit the small of her back.

...

"So I hear you like to kill men."

Tamika's head snapped up. The door to the tiny cell was open, and in it there was a man. He was middle-aged, dark skin, beard, wearing green, and had his hands up peaceably.

"Not judging. I got kind of a soft spot for it myself." Tamika flinched as he took a step closer, which made him stop. He craned his neck to get a look at her face, watching how she watched him, and what he saw apparently surprised him. "You don't know who I am?"

Tamika swallowed. Her throat was still hoarse, and they wouldn't give her any water...or any answers. They told her Lola was fine when she wouldn't stop screaming about it, but that was it.

"No."

"You don't watch the Tournament?"

"They didn't let me watch tricasts."

He just nodded as if it didn't matter either way. "So I hear you beat your uncle to death with your bare hands in your neighbor's bathroom," he said conversationally. Her eyes, which had been sliding back down toward the floor, snapped up again.

He smirked. "I don't have to ask whether he deserved it. But I would like to know...whether you regret it."

"No," she snapped without hesitation. "I regret that I didn't get to kill 'em all." The man actually smiled, and Tamika shook her head. "Who the fuck are you?"

He leaned back against the wall of the cell with a grin. "Name's Malcolm. And I've got a job offer for you."