I was born and lived in Peto, Mexico until I was 8. I'm the 2nd youngest of 9 siblings and when my father died I was sent to live with my eldest sister Elba. She was married and lived near Guatemala and I hated it from the start. We were like strangers because I hadn't seen her since I was very little. She and her husband Hector had no kids and I don't know how old Hector was at the time but my sister is 19 years older than me which made her 27 then. They were both brutal to me from the start and I was smacked and beaten by both of them. They were poor but also addicted to drugs and Hector always drank and if in a bad mood would beat me. I was only there for a month or so when he started forceing me to masturbate him and a week or so later I was forced to masturbate his brother Carlos. I had to be naked when they did this and they were also naked. They did touch my body and especially my vagina but I was to afraid to object, knowing Hector would beat me. I didn't even know what I was doing and the worst part about it is that my sister knew what they were doing to me. For months this went on and Hector and his brother would have me lick and suck on their penis and instruct me on how to do things to please them. I would cry but they had no mercy or feelings for me and would often cum in my mouth or on my face or body. I told my sister how much I hated doing that to them and without saying a word she beat me and threw me on the floor. A day or two after that she drove me to Belmopan and we stayed at a hotel that night. The next day she took me to a mans house and left me there for the day. I did see the man give her money but had no conception of what was going to happen. He was a Canadian or American man and was very nice to me at first giving me ice cream and candy. He asked me a lot of questions I didn't understand then stood up and started taking off his clothes. He just looked at me and said it was time to get undressed. The rest of that day was horrific. He started by making me hold his penis and even though I was in tears most of the time he forced me to suck him and even made me lick his scrotum and anus. At one time I refused and he pushed me down and spanked me. I don't know how many hours I was there but my sister finally came back just before it got dark. As soon as I got in the car I couldn't stop weeping and all she kept telling me is that I had to earn my keep. The next day she took me to another house and this time it was a Mexican man. I didn't see him give her money but he must have. This man was worse than the other one and he not only touched my body but also performed what I know now is oral sex on me. I was also made to suck him and masturbate him and he forced his penis in my mouth so deep I threw up in his bed. He never hit me but made me do things like the other man did. Elba came for me again and we drove back home. From then on this happened every week with either one or two men. Over the next few years there were six who I was taken to on a regular basis and other men I was only with once or twice. When I wasn't with these other men I was still taken advantage of by Hector and Carlos. I was about 11 when Hector got me to orgasm for the first time and my sister laughed about it. It wasn't long after my 12th birthday that Hector had intercouse with me. The more I developed the more often Carlos would come to the house to abuse me. If I ever complained Hector would strip and beat me badly with a leather strap. By the time I was 13 I don't know now how many men I was pimped out to but it just continued. The majority of them were white men from the US or Canada, two were black, but the regulars were from Guatemala, Belmopan and Tapachula. I was forced to perform unspeakable sex acts and was humiliated and degraded by many of their fetishes. They all insisted on oral sex and intercouse but I was also forced to have anal sex many times. My sister took me to the men most of the time but Hector did also. They would leave me with these men for anywhere from 3 hours to an entire day or evening. Some of these men were rough with me and some spanked me. I hate to admit this but many times they also had me climax by masturbating me or giving me oral sex. I did orgasm with intercouse but most of the time it was a chore and they would be very aggressive and hurt me especially if they forced anal sex. Some of the men had a very large penis but others were small and one of the regulars had a very small penis. My sister and Hector always supplied condoms but some of them never used them. When I was 14 I got pregnant and had an abortion. I don't know which man it was and now it really doesn't matter. I don't know how much my sister and Hector charged these men but they had a new car and always had drugs available to them. I think the man was a Canadien who ended everything. She took me to him on a Saturday when I was 15 and by this time I knew I would be with him all day. He was without a doubt the most brutal man I ever came in contact with, ten times worse than Hector. After brutally having sex with me he began by spanking me but it progressed to where I was screaming in pain. He forced a beer bottle into my vagina as he was having anal sex with me. I knew he had been drinking heavily but didn't know how sadistic he was. It got so bad when I started crying he began punching me and throwing me around the room and knocked me unconcious. I didn't know how I got there but awoke in a doctors office, then an ambulance took me to a hospital in Guatemala. That man broke my jaw and nose and I had a broken arm and three fractured ribs. I had a lump on my head the size of an apple and welts and bruses all over my body. The police got involved, never catching the man who did this to me and all my sister and Hector kept telling me was not to tell the police anything. I did and was placed in a orphanage type home and my sister and Hector were arrested but never went to jail or anything. When I was 18 I got a job in Cancun, went to nursing school and thats where I met my husband, We live in Texas and I've been married seven years, have a 3 year old son and am very happy today. I hadn't seen Hector or my sister since I was in that hospital and just found out she died of a drug overdose last month. My husband doesn't know anything about this and I never had the courage to tell him about it. I know I was forced into doing all of it but I am to ashamed to tell anyone let alone my husband. I can't explain how horrible that time in my life was and don't understand how my sister could do that to me or even allow Hector and Carlos to treat me that way. It was all about money and she never cared about my feelings or the degradation I was subjected to. I'm sorry to take up so much space with my venting,