to dad:

 

THE ROSE GARDEN

 

the roses in the backyard have become terribly overgrown, so much so that they are now just one big mass of thorns and blooms. all fall, dad kept telling me to prune them but even with gardening gloves on the thorns poked and pricked me and i hated it so i never did it and they just grew and grew. it is spring now and he is mad.

 

he made me take off all my clothes and sit naked in the middle of the patch. after climbing through into the middle, i am scraped and bloody. i look like a wild cat attacked me. i have bright red petals in my tangled hair and sticking to the bloody scratches on my arms and legs. they match the blood perfectly. he says the roses hate me for neglecting them and they are exacting their revenge. i yelped and whimpered on my way in to the middle of the patch and then when dad told me to sit, i sat. "shutup" he said and i tried my best but the pain was so bad i still let out a little cry or two...quietly. "someone needs to prune these roses and april, you are too incompetent a little slut to do it, i can see that now." i nod in painful agreement. "yes dad." "so who should i have tend to my garden, since i am a busy man?" i shrugged. with it being just me and him living here i had no idea who it would be. then he called out towards the garage "jose! juan! julio! jorge! let's get to work on these roses!" from out of the garage came 4 mexican men in dirty work clothes, carrying garden tools and laughing and nodding to each other in spanish. "si senor! let us begin!"

 

they can't see me, i thought thankfully. but what happens when their cutters chop down the branches close to me - then they will see me! they might cut me! they might chop off my hair or an arm not knowing i am here! should i say something? no, dad told me to shut up. i brought my knees up to my chin and put my head down. trembling, not knowing which would be worse, the fact that they would see me naked and helpless and bleeding or that they might hurt me.

 

my dad started directing them. "you go here, you, over there...that's right...they need to be chopped way back...chop em back real good."

 

"ok men, i am going inside to get a beer. cervezas anyone?" there were "si's" all around and my dad went inside. i was mortified. by closing my eyes i knew i wasn't hiding but it was all i could do. the chopping began and leaves and blooms were landing on me left and right. they were talking and laughing as they worked. i scrunched down lower.

 

the beers arrived and they stopped to admire their work and down a few before i heard and felt the chopping begin again. my dad was standing back watching, drinking his beer, nodding in approval at their work.

 

suddenly, i heard one of the men just above me. he chopped a few branches close to my ear which made me wince in fear for my head and hair and then he bent down and whispered a beery smelling "ah senorita mas bonita! amigos!" and he waved the other men over. he didn't seem surprised to see a scared bloody nude girl in the rose bushes… none of them did. They circled around me and began to touch my face my hair my body my lips...brown leathery calloused hands and fingernails caked black with dirt were poking, prodding and molesting me everywhere….I let out a cry and looked over at dad for help. It was useless…he was on his cell phone as usual… but I could see he was seeing what was happening and ignoring my cry. then I was pushed back roughly into the bushes and made to spread my legs which seemed to please them as they made nasty clucking mexican sounds and whistles. i was being pinched and rubbed and assaulted and I began to cry. 1 finger 2 fingers 3 fingers slipped inside my cunt and they slid in easily – omg i was wet. i was too scared to notice before, but now i could feel the heat and the ease with which his hand, almost a whole fist now was ramming into me. this was the worst that could ever happen i thought to myself and to prove it they were beside themselves with lust and amazement. a zipper was opened and a huge brown cock was pulled out and the man masturbated himself and came all over my tits, belly and twat. more mexican laughter followed. then i was picked up by my hair and an arm and made to flip over and kneel face down with my ass in the air. i thought i was about to be raped doggie style – and i couldn’t move - my hair was now caught on a million thorns and my head was held still by them – i was tangled and trapped. but the next cock was inserted into my ass, not my pussy! into my butthole and i screamed in pain. dad must be going to stop this now! deeper and deeper it went until i felt the spurt of cum fill me up. He withdrew with a sloppy shitty noise and i realized shit and cum now covered my butt. omg I was dying and i knew there were still 2 more men. 2 more men, 2 more holes – my mouth and my cunt.

 

i was flipped back over and i felt my hair rip out of my head and imagined it dangling limp on the thorns. i was made to kneel in front of another open zipper and another brown dirty hard on. my head was forced onto it and it choked me as it went down my throat. i gagged and felt i would puke. wet tears mixed with my wet spit and his pre-cum and made a sloppy wet mess that filled my mouth and when his cum burst into me I felt i was drowning. he pulled his cock out and they let me cough and spit for just a minute before i was laid flat – pulled by my arms and legs like I was on some sort of torturous stretching device…and then the last mexican thank god the last mexican inserted his cock into my shining slippery pussy and rammed me so hard and deep I saw stars. fingers were in my mouth and fingers were pinching my nipples and fingers were pulling my hair when he finally came hugely inside of me. then the bushes were still – they tramped off.

 

“men!” my dad called “these tools were never used!” he held up a shovel and a rake I barely saw through my dirty cummy eyes. they laughed and grabbed the tools and began to shovel and rake dirt and rocks and rose cuttings on top of me. when I was completely covered with dirt my dad said “good men!” and called them over to receive handfuls of twenties. after they got paid for their “gardening” my dad made his way through the bushes and held out a hand to me. i took it and he helped me up. i felt like I was rising from a grave. see how important it is to me Little One to do what i ask? yes dad, i said and knew i would get a spanking in the house for fucking mexicans.