Mom's Story
Disclaimer: I don't have anything owned or associated with the movie Sin City. I'm just borrowing the characters of Marv and his mother for a while…
A/N: This is my interpretation of Marv's mom's story and how she met his dad. This story takes place more than forty years back before we meet Marv. This chapter has strong adult content. You have been warned.
I've seen the movie and made up Marv's parents' history, so what I've written is completely different from what's in the graphic novels. This is told from Marv's mom's POV.
Please R and R!
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I was introduced to sex just after my thirteenth birthday.
I was only seven or so when my real dad died. He was a cop and got shot trying to stop a robbery at a liquor store. He took a bullet that would have killed his partner. His name was Tom. I don't remember the funeral all that much except seeing his big black coffin being lowered into the ground.
Tom started coming over to see my mom and they got to be friends. Less than a year later, he married her. Things were okay, I suppose. He was nice enough to me, and my mom loved him.
When I was twelve, my mom got sick. Things went from bad to worse. My mom's doctor's Toms were a lot of money and my stepdad had to work extra shifts to pay for it. Money was tight and they started arguing, especially late at night when they thought I was sleeping. Sometimes at nights, I'd hear Uncle Tom yelling things at her. Things like that he was a man and if she couldn't do her wifely duty, he'd find someone who could. Then the door would slam and he'd be gone. It broke my heart because I heard my mom crying herself to sleep.
Tom usually stayed away all night. In the morning, he'd be at the breakfast table, bleary-eyed and bad-tempered, reeking of cheap perfume and beer and it made me feel sick.
It was about this time when I first found out that he'd started hitting her. I'd see bruises all over her arms. She'd laugh and try to tell me that she was so clumsy—bumping into this or that but I knew the truth.
As time went on, my mom got sicker. She got so bad that all she could do was lie in bed all day and sleep because of the pain medication. It fell on me to cook and clean and do all the things she used to. I did my best.
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One night, I was wakened by someone coming into my room. At first I thought it was my mom but I could smell the booze and I knew who it was.
"Shh," he whispered. "It's me."
"Is Mom okay?" I asked. It seemed like I had just went to sleep, I was so tired.
"She's fine. Out cold from those damn drugs she takes."
"Then what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. Alice wasn't home when I went to see her and…I'm a man, damn it! It hurts your ma too much when I touch her and then I saw your door was open and figured why not? You're thirteen years old. That's good enough for me."
I clutched the blankets closer to my chest. My stepfather saw me and laughed. It was a harsh, cruel sound and I was afraid.
"Why are you covering up? I know you got tits and if you're anything like your ma, you'll have big ones too. Of course, they're probably real small right now but that'll change in a few years."
I gasped when I felt him touch me. I opened my mouth to scream but he clamped his hand over my mouth.
"Make a sound and I'll make this a lot worse than it has to be. Or better yet, I'll go visit your ma and fuck her until she cries. I've done it before and I'll do it again. Is that what you want? Huh?" He took me by the shoulders and shook me hard. "You want me to hurt her?"
"No," I said. I could feel the tears as they slipped down my cheeks. My mom was dying; she had suffered enough. I wouldn't let him touch her again.
"That's my girl," he said and patted my head. I whimpered when I heard him take off his clothes. "Now, you be real quiet. If you make a noise or fight back, I'll make this worse than it has to be. Take off your nightgown and don't cover yourself up. I want to take a look at you."
I did as he asked. He stared at my body for a long time. "Well, well," he said. "To think that you've been under my roof for all this time and I never appreciated what a pretty girl you really are."
He reached out and caressed my breast. I had only started filling out; in my opinion, there wasn't much to see. At school I'd noticed the boys looking at me differently and it made me feel scared. I saw the same look in Uncle Tom's eyes now.
I tried not to cringe when he pinched my nipple until it hardened. I noticed his breathing became heavier as his hand roamed all over my body. He touched my arms, shoulders before sliding down over my waist and down to my hip. I was really frightened now.
"Uncle Tom? Please don't…" I whispered.
"Shh. It's gonna be okay, Sherry. I'm just seeing if your body is developing the way it should, that's all. I'm not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to."
He stopped speaking suddenly and I knew why. We'd both heard my mother in the next room call his name. He threw my nightgown at me and pulled on his pants and shirt and left the room as quickly as he'd come. I thanked God for whatever it was that woke my mother up for I knew what would happen if he hadn't been interrupted. However, my relief was short lived when he came back less than an hour later.
"I gave your mother more of her pills. She'll be out like a light until morning," he said with a sly grin. "And I can pick up exactly where I left off." He licked his lips. He took his pants off and quickly spread my legs. He spit on his fingers and smeared it all over my cunt lips.
"What are you doing?"
"It won't hurt as much if you're a little wet. There, that should do it," he muttered.
Without any warning, he shoved his dick into me and I couldn't breathe. Mom always told me a girl's first time always hurt but I wasn't prepared for what I was feeling. It hurt so much!
"Christ, you are so tight," he groaned. He was only able to go an inch or two inside me. I thought he would stop because he couldn't fit but he braced his feet against the footboard of my bed to give him leverage. He bucked his hips hard and with two or three more plunges, he was all the way in.
He started moving faster and I cried out from the pain. He clamped his hand hard over my mouth. I could feel my tears fall down into my hair. His body shook and he groaned. I felt him go soft inside of me. Once his breathing was back to normal, Uncle Tom pulled out of me and I curled up into a ball. I heard him zip up his pants and leave the room. I buried my face in my pillow and cried.
He came to my room regularly after that first night but he always made sure my mom was drugged so we wouldn't be interrupted. When I had my period, I thought he'd have the decency to leave me alone for those few days of the month but I was wrong.
"There's more than one way for you to please me," he said, closing the door behind him.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Kneel in front of me," he ordered. He undid his pants and I saw that he was already hard. When I didn't obey, he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to my knees. I didn't know what to do so I just looked up at him, waiting for further instructions. "Goddamn it, girl, don't just kneel there—put me in your mouth."
I couldn't help but be disgusted. He wanted to put the thing he used to pee with in my mouth? I gasped when he jerked me towards him by the hair.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the head inside. His cock felt warm and smooth and I could feel it getting harder.
"Deeper," Tom ordered and I tried to obey but I didn't go as fast as he wanted. I gagged when he thrust himself fully into my mouth. The rough hair around his dick tickled my nose and I hated it. This was awful and getting more icky by the minute!
He face fucked me for a long time and my jaw was getting sore. All of a sudden, his hips jerked and I felt a hot, salty liquid slam into the back of my throat. I couldn't move my head because Tom had grabbed me by the ears and wouldn't let go. The minute he did, I spit onto the floor—there was no way I was going to swallow that!
He saw what I did and punched me in the jaw. "Don't you ever do that again! The next time I make you do this, you will swallow all of it or I will knock your teeth out, do you understand?"
But I wasn't raised to be a coward. When I could breathe again, I got to my feet and stared Tom in the eye. "You stick that in my mouth again and I'm gonna bite it off."
"You do that and I'll kill you," he snarled.
"Go ahead. Kill me. But I'll have my teeth so far in your dick, you'll need a crowbar to open my mouth. I'll be dead and you'll have to pee through a tube for the rest of your life!"
He stared at me but didn't say a word. He knew I was right. He beat me black and blue but never asked me to suck him off again. But he did hurt me in another way….the next time I had my period, he came to my room and without a word, flipped me over so that I was lying on my stomach.
He reached down and spread my cheeks apart without a word. Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing, he rammed his cock up my ass. He reached under me and twisted my nipples so hard I cried.
"Do you think I'm actually gonna let a little cunt like you is going to tell me what she will or won't do under my roof? I don't think so." He laughed harshly and continued to pound into me. I begged him to stop but I discovered that the more I cried, the more he liked it. "You won't suck me off anymore? That's ok with me. I can always fuck your ass when you're on the rag."
It didn't take long for him to come and I was grateful for that. But there was one more lesson Tom taught me but that wasn't until a few months later.
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Tom slid his finger from my breasts and down my belly. I didn't have a clue what he was going to do. With more gentleness than he had ever shown me, he parted my cunt lips and I twitched. He chuckled.
"It's about time you learned about this."
I could feel myself feeling very strange. It was as if I never wanted him to stop. What was happening down there? Why was I feeling this way?
It was as if something was building inside of me and the more Uncle Tom's finger moved against me, the better I felt. I was breathing faster now; it was as if I had forgotten how to breathe. All I could concentrate on was how good it felt between my legs.
"You're getting wet, aren't you, my little slut?" he said and I could hear the smug tone in his voice. I hated to admit it but he was right. It seemed like he had another lesson to teach me. All of a sudden, he stopped and I moaned in frustration.
"You want me to keep going?"
"Yes!" I cried.
"Then beg. Beg me like the shameless hussy that you are. If you don't, then I'll leave you alone."
I bit my lips so that I wouldn't utter a word. Fine, leave, I thought but my body was my master now. I felt him move away. No! He couldn't leave me like this!
"Please….don't," I said, my teeth clenched together.
"Don't what?"
"Don't leave." I couldn't believe what I was saying.
"You want more? Then tell me exactly what you want."
"I don't know how!"
"Tell me: I need to feel you touching me in my pussy. Tell me that you want to come. C'mon, sherry, I know you want it. You are so hot for me, aren't you? You are such a dirty little girl. Say it!"
"Please!"
"Nope. Not until you beg me. "
"I need…to...feel…you touching my pussy. I am such a dirty little girl. I am so hot for you…" Oh God, what the fuck was I saying??
"Atta girl. I knew you'd see it my way."
He moved his hand down and I spread my legs wider but he wasn't done humiliating me yet.
"When a woman is horny, her cunt gets wet and you, little girl, are dripping" He swirled his fingers over and around my pussy. It felt good but I didn't know what he was talking about. Suddenly, he poked them in my mouth. I tasted something on his fingers; it was wet and sticky and kind of sweet. "See? These are your cunt juices. It's your body's way of saying to a man how hot you are."
I felt tears of humiliation leak down my face but I didn't care. My entire world now revolved around what my mother's husband was doing to me. He started fingering me again and I felt the pressure inside me rising. It burst and I cried out as wave after wave of pure bliss racked my body. I never wanted it to end.
I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt Tom move and he slid easily into me. It didn't hurt at all. It felt good and I hated myself. I wanted to fight, scream and scratch but I couldn't. My hips moved on their own accord and I felt myself counterthrusting against him. I wrapped my legs around his hips so he could go farther into me.
It felt so fucking good!
I felt the pressure rising again and I gave myself up to it. I couldn't fight it--my body controlled me now. When I had my second orgasm, I raked my nails down his back and arched my back. Tom ignored it and started moving faster and I felt his cock shudder deep inside me.
Two weeks later, my mom died. The house was full of people stopping by but I wasn't aware of anything. I felt dead inside. Once they were all gone, Tom locked the front door and turned me to face him.
"Now that your ma's gone you and I don't have to be quiet anymore. I can fuck you all I want and no one's gonna stop me." He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me, his hands going under my shirt to feel my tits.
He ground his hips into mine and I could feel his erection straining against his the front of his pants. I thought he was going to march me to the bedroom but he didn't. He unzipped his trousers and shoved his underwear down so that they were in a pile on the floor. Still keeping me pinned against the wall, he reached under my skirt and pushed my panties out of the way.
With one hard shove, he was inside me. I wasn't wet at all and it hurt. I cried out but Tom just laughed and continuing thrusting inside me. I don't know how long it lasted but he eventually came. When he was done, he backed away from me.
"I'm going out for a drink. Make sure supper's on the table when I get back." Without another word, he left the house.
I slid to the floor and started crying. I knew that since we were alone now, there would be no end to it. Tom would fuck me whenever he felt like. There was no one I could tell either; he was a cop and I knew that he would never be charged or arrested. In fact, he would probably beat me for saying anything in the first place.
My only hope of escape was either killing myself or running away.
I don't know how long I sat on the floor but eventually I got up and fixed something for dinner.
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As I expected, Tom came to my bedroom that night but I had had enough of my stepfather and his demands on my body. In the dark I could hear him take off his clothes and I waited. When he pried my legs apart, I was ready for him. I only had one shot. It had to work. I took a deep breath and kicked him in the crotch and he went down. While he was groaning on the bed, I grabbed some clothes and his wallet. But before I left, I brought a lamp down on his head as hard as I could and left the house before he came to. If he had caught me, he would've killed me, I am sure of it.
He didn't have much money in his wallet but there was enough for a one-way ticket to Basin City. It was the middle of the night when I arrived. Hardly anyone was around, except a few homeless people pushing their shopping carts. It was a cold night, I decided to sleep in the bus station, and the next day I would figure out what to do. I curled up in a corner where no one would see me and tried to sleep.
"Got anyplace to go, honey?" a woman's voice asked.
I opened my eyes and looked at her. From the way she was dressed, I could tell she was a prostitute. She wasn't young, maybe in her forties or so but for some reason I couldn't explain, I trusted her right away.
"No." I said, sitting up. "I don't know where to go. I ran away."
"How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"Fourteen, huh? Life at home was so bad you decided to take your chances on the street? Christ. "
I raised my chin. "Yeah. At least on the street, my stepfather can't hurt me anymore."
She sat down beside me. "I know what that's like, kiddo. Ain't life weird? Total strangers treat you better than your own family."
"Are you alone too?" I asked.
"Me? Nah. I've got my own family. We look out for each other. Where I live isn't the fanciest part of town, but we make sure that no one hurts one of our own."
I frowned. What was she talking about? She must have seen the look on my face and her expression became soft and tender. For some reason, I trusted her. Maybe it was because I was alone and I didn't have much money. If someone was willing to be nice to me, I wasn't going to ask the reason why.
"We live in Old Town. The red-light district. You do know what that is, don't you?"
"Yeah. It's where hookers…I mean, um—" I was trying to think of a polite word for what she was and couldn't. I remembered a term my Nana told me a long time ago. "Ladies of the evening?" I said, hesitantly. I was relieved when she threw back her head and laughed.
"Christ! I haven't heard that for years! That is too funny! Wait 'til Momma hears that one!" She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.
"Momma?" I asked.
"That's what we call her. She looks after us and in return, we give her a part of our earnings. She gets us the better clients. If any guy who treats us bad—slapping or hitting--he'd have to answer to her and she don't take kindly to anyone roughing us up."
"What if someone does hurt you?"
"He'd have to pay for the girl's lost wages, Momma's cut, and doctor's Toms. If he doesn't pay up, she takes care of him. She's been workin' Old Town so long, she's got connections. In the good and bad places. All she has to do is snap her fingers and he's taken of. And he doesn't come around Old Town anymore. Ever. You get my meaning, girl?" She looked at me and I knew exactly what she meant.
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"Where's Momma?" Rita yelled as we went inside. I snuck a look around and was surprised to see that it was a lot nicer than I expected. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I thought.
"This is not a barn, Rita," a woman's voice said. "You keep yelling like that and you'll scare all the gents away. Now who do we have here?" she asked, looking at me.
She was a tall woman and even though she was wearing what I thought was too much makeup, I liked her immediately.
"I found her in the bus stop," Rita said, putting her arm around my shoulders.
"How young are you, sweetie?"
"Fourteen," I said shyly.
"And what's a young thing like you doing on the streets?" she asked.
"I ran away. I had to. My stepfather…"
she raised her hand. "I don't need to hear anymore. I understand." She walked around me and looked me over. "You'll do very nicely for some of our older clients but that won't be for a while yet. Tonight, I'll find a place for you to sleep and we'll figure things out tomorrow. Show her to Brandy's old room, Rita and come back down."
Rita took me upstairs and told me where to wash up. When that was done, she brought me to the place I would be calling home. It was a small bedroom but it was clean. I changed into a nightgown that Momma provided and got under the covers.
For the first time in a long time, I wasn't afraid to fall asleep. I did not need to fear anyone touching me in the middle of the night. I fell asleep almost immediately.
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A/N: sorry for this chapter being so short…but it will get better as time goes on.
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