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AUTHORS' NOTE: The following fic contains graphic non-consensual sexual situations involving a minor with adults. It also contains depictions of drug use, prostitution - legal age and underage - in a non-glorified way, death, violence, parental abandonment, emotional and physical abuse, alternate sexualities (as opposed to the homosexual/heterosexual/bisexual), and sexually transmitted diseases. If you are not capable of handling fiction containing these themes, we thank you for your interest, but we respectfully ask you to please not read this story. If you are not mature enough to handle these themes, we again thank you for your interest, but respectfully ask you to please not read. If you choose to continue reading, you are acknowledging that you are aware of what you're getting into and as such, we will disregard any angry comments regarding the subjects we have just warned you for being included in this fic. This is not a light hearted fluff fic but a darker story regarding issues which do affect people in the United States of America and other "first world" countries even now. All we ask is that you please be heed this warning we have provided when reading this fic. Thank you. - Sincerely, Sio & Maura
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A/N the Second: Before anyone comments about it, yes, this was previously posted on LiveJournal as part of a Big Bang challenge last year. No, we don't intend to mass post this here as we are in the process of cleaning it up and editing it. It's a lengthy process as this fic is well over 230k words in length, which is why we're only posting one chapter every few days.
CHAPTER ONE
The night started out like every night did for Santana Lopez.
She always showered at school after Cheerios finished and headed straight home. That day, she ducked into the convince store near school and pocketed a pack of gum and a snickers bar before getting out quickly. She ate the candy on the way to Lima Heights. Once she got to the tiny one bedroom apartment she and her mom shared, she quickly cleaned up the beer bottles and stamped out cigarettes that littered the tables. She had to go meet her mom soon at work, a ritual she had been doing since she could remember. But it was different now, when Santana turned thirteen she was told she needed to work to help support the family after her father was arrested.
Santana slipped into the bedroom and rolled her eyes at the condition of her mother's room. She thumbed through the closet of things she had shoplifted for them, picking out a pair of denim short shorts and a halter-top. She plopped down in front of the mirror and slathered on some of the make up that made her look at least five years older before grabbing her long jacket and slipping back out the door.
Santana nearly laughed as she watched the cars drive by. They all pretend at first. Pretend that they just drove down the wrong street; that they're not looking to score; that they're not looking for a woman who will do all the things that their wives and girlfriends won't.
"Hey there, beautiful," the older man called as he pulled up to the top of the street. "I'm looking for something tonight."
"Well, we're here to help you find that," one of the women said with a knowing smirk. "What are you looking for?"
"A less experienced woman. No offense," he said, his eyes crawling down the line of women that had now formed near the car. Santana was at the end, sucking on the tip of a cigarette looking vacant and disinterested. "What about that one, on the end?" He tilted his head towards her. "She looks new."
"She is new. Leila!" she called, causing Santana to look up and strut over to the car. "Have a good time," the older woman said with a quick kiss to the young girl's cheek. Santana silently got into the man's car and watched out the window as he drove around the corner. When the car moved to park a few blocks away at a motel Santana followed the man out and into a room. She had been here before, many, many times over the three years.
Santana grew up no different from anyone else. She had a mother who loved her and a father who worked all the time. But when her father was arrested on drug charges from stealing from the hospital he worked at Santana's life changed. Her mother - born and raised in a low-income area in Nicaragua - reverted to the profession she had acquired from her mother. When they moved to Lima Heights Adjacent Santana began going along when her mami would meet up with friends. She'd sit in the living room of some strange house for an hour or two and color while her mami went off and played with other people. Or at least that's what she thought as a five year old little girl.
She realized what was going on when she was close to eight. She was watching the babies of her mami's friends when one of the men who had come to visit came out of the back room adjusting his pants and smiling at the young girl.
"So pretty." He smiled, his teeth yellow and his breath smelling like booze. "I'll see you soon." He stroked her cheek and blew her a kiss before walking out of the house. Santana was confused, but when her mami came out and pulled her aside, hugging her tightly and telling her she was a beautiful girl and she would be a good girl and help her mami someday, she just nodded.
Her mom sat there, her body wobbling with substance as she directed her young daughter onto her knees. Maria took her baby's long black hair into her hands and guided her towards the waiting man's crotch. "Just close your eyes, baby," she whispered.
Santana Lopez was twelve when she officially became Lelia, and when she was thirteen when she was directed to let a man take her virginity.
It was the last day of summer vacation and Santana was probably the only one in the district thankful for it to end. She no longer had to spend most of her day lying to Brittany and Quinn about where she had to go then spending hours on end working. She was the youngest of the girls - and several men - so they only brought her out when someone asked for her type. She sat in the back room finishing her summer homework for her AP English class. She was starting high school the next day, but she had been so busy and tired all summer that she was slightly behind. She was finishing her paper on Of Mice and Men when the door opened. One of the younger men came into the room and squatted down next to her.
"Leila, you're up," he said, his voice a breathy baritone that matched his lithe stature. "This guy's a piece of work…"
"Have you… with him?" she asked as she closed her textbook and stood up. Carlos ran his fingers through her hair and pinched her cheeks. He brought his hands down to her less than developed chest and tried to push her breasts together.
"Yeah," he replied. "Dios, chica, we need to get you some tits… You look like a twelve year old boy."
"Well, last time I checked I was a thirteen year old girl…" She huffed and pulled herself away.
When Carlos heard her say her true age out loud, he smacked her clean across the face. "You little cunt, you want the cops to show up here? Get us all arrested? No? So keep that shit to yourself. If he asks, you're eighteen."
Santana whimpered slightly and followed behind Carlos as she headed to the next room. When she walked in there was already a man on the bed, already naked and waiting for her. She walked closer and looked him over. He was in good shape, better than most that asked for her, but he had curly hair and his chest hair looked coarse. Santana sighed. She hated men with hair on their bodies - it hurt her sensitive skin and it made it harder to pretend she was elsewhere when she was with them.
"Hi," she said softly, as she watched him grip his dick more when he saw how beautiful his partner was. "You asked for someone like me?"
"How old are you?" he asked, sitting up and reaching for her. She allowed herself to be moved and she stood in front of him as he ran his hands down her sides and to her skirt. Before she even answered, his hands were under her skirt pulling down the silk panties she stole from a store a few weeks back. "You look no older than one of my students."
"I'm eighteen," she lied, her voice not wavering as she told the lie she told several times a day. Santana did not look eighteen, she didn't even look sixteen, but they believed her because they wanted too.
"Good." He smirked - a lopsided grin - as he pulled her onto his lap. His erection pushed up under her skirt and Santana's eyes closed against the pain of being entered while dry as he penetrated her. "I want you to call out Mr. Schue when you come."
Two years later and several more visits the teacher still hadn't realized that the girl he paid for sex was actually one of his under-aged students. He was normally drenched in booze when he showed up at the house looking for her. Sometimes he took the others, but Santana always knew when he'd come for her. It was normally after a day where Sue tortured him and he wanted to get back at her by fucking his cheerleader "look-alike" prostitute.
He was sitting in one of the room's two chairs stroking himself when she came in. She could feel the surge of bile at the sight of her teacher's hairy, naked body sprawled out on the chair in front of her with his dick in his fist, but she pushed it down and did her best to offer a sultry smile. "You requested me, Mr. Schue?"
"That's right, Lelia." He smirked at her, nodding at the room's other chair as he picked up a couple of blue pills, dry swallowing them. "I want you to put that on.
Santana breath caught in her throat as she saw the familiar red and white of a Cheerio uniform draped over the chair. No. It wasn't happening. She did everything to keep her life from overlapping with Lelia's. She didn't see him get up as she stared at the uniform, shaking her head. "No..."
His hand fisted tight enough in her hair to draw tears from her eyes as he yanked her back. "What do you mean no? I bought you, Lelia. You do what I say. Now put on that damn uniform." He shoved her towards the chair, forcing her to throw her hands out to catch herself before she hit the hard wood. "You have no idea how hard it was to get it from that harridan, so don't you dare argue with me."
Her hands shook as she carefully disrobed, hearing the slight creak of the chair as he settled back into it behind her, the slow rasp of his palm against his erection. She started to pull the uniform on over her underwear, only to be stopped.
"Don't bother with that. All you need is the skirt and top on. That's it."
She had to swallow back the surge of bile as she stripped naked - exposing her entire body for his lecherous gaze. She hated doing it. Hated when a client wanted her completely exposed, but she knew better than to resist. The heavy polyester was harsh against her sensitive skin as she slid on the shell and skirt without any barrier between and she had to fight back a whimper.
"That's better." He was behind her again, running a hand over her body, his erection pressing against her ass through the skirt. "I paid for you for six hours and this makes it so much easier for me." His fingers curled about her jaw, pulling her head up so he could bite at the corner of her neck, painfully hard. "You know the usual rule, Lelia - you call me Mr. Schue when you come - but I'm adding a new one now." His fingers tightened at her throat, his breath hot against her ear, "I'm going to call you Santana and you're going to answer everything I say with yes, Mr. Schue."
She whimpered and tried to shake her head. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't. "N-no... please. My name is Lelia..."
Suddenly his hand was jerking her around and his knuckles burned as they crashed into her cheek, smashing her head to the side. "Your name is whatever I say it is! I bought you, slut! You do whatever the fuck I say! You are whoever the fuck I say you are!"
He shoved her down on the bed, towering over her. "You think you're so damn special, Santana? Well, you're not. You're just another slut willing to fuck anyone. Here I am, Santana," the edge of his hands slapped into his thighs as he thrust his cock towards her, "why don't you show me your skills."
"P-please," she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks out of control as she tried to slide back, knowing it wouldn't make anything better but not able to stop herself. She cried out as his hand fisted in her hair again, jerking her to her knees.
"Am I not good enough for you?" His free hand was wrapped around his dick, pumping with a wet slapping sound making the head bob near her face as she clenched her eyes shut.
"N-no... please..." She shook her head despite his grip being so tight it was tearing strands of hair from her head.
His hand cracked across her face again, drawing a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. "What did I say about refusing me?!" He jerked her towards his cock, but she kept her mouth closed, not wanting to do it. "Open your fucking mouth and suck me!" His hand gripped her jaw, pinching her cheeks and forcing her mouth open, shoving his dick inside until she choked and fought for breath. "You're nothing but a slut, Santana! Don't think I haven't seen you sucking off Puck in the damn stairwell! You like this."
She pushed at him, fighting for breath as he thrust into her mouth, gagging with each reckless strike against the back of her throat. Her nails dug into his hips, dragging welts down his legs but he just groaned and thrust harder. The rancid scent of his genitals clogged her nostrils until she could barely breathe. She could feel the little she ate starting to come up just as he finally pulled out of her mouth, only to pump himself a couple of times and spurt his semen on her face to mix with her tears. She coughed, swallowing hard to try not to throw up, a hand going to her throat.
"Don't think we're done, Santana," he growled, pumping himself hard again and shoving her back onto the bed to crawl on top of her. "You're forgetting the rules, Santana." He rubbed himself against her dry slit under her skirt, flipping up the pleats. "You're not allowed to forget the rules."
He shoved inside her with an angry growl, making her cry out as she felt something tear at the force. It wasn't the first time someone had torn her, but it always made her mami mad because she couldn't work for a couple weeks until she healed again. She prayed it would be enough to make her refuse to let Will Schuester ever hire her again as she clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip nearly through trying not to scream as he fucked her.
"You're always sabotaging me, Santana! Working for Sue! Don't think I don't know!" Each sentence punctuated with a forceful thrust that pounded the bed back against the wall and shifted her entire body. His fingers gripped at her hips hard enough to leave bruises, dragging her back each time. "You think you can destroy everything, but not this time, Santana! Not! This! Time!"
She just laid there and let him do what he wanted, trying desperately to go somewhere else and ignore the way he shoved up the shell of the uniform he'd made her wear to bite at her small breast buds. It hurt, but no more than usual. If she could just block out his words it would be okay. If she could just ignore her teacher raping her - and the fact that he paid for the privilege to do so - it would be okay.
It was all she had left to hope for as her lives crashed together.