Karen was an only child. She was now 7 ½ years old and was walking home from school, alone. Normally her mind was on the usual little girl things, but today she had a different thing on her mind. For today, as she was leaving school she walked past the janitor room. Mr. Henry was there alone. Karen had been made to stay after school for talking in class and she was all by her self as she passed his door. From within the room she heard his voice. "Mother fuck!" it said. "You are soo fucking pretty!" The door was slightly ajar and she peered in. Mr. Henry was standing there, with his hand was grabbing his thingy really hard and moving back and forth. He seemed to be looking at something on his desk. The door creaked and for one brief moment Mr. Henry turned. That's when she saw his thingy clearly. It looked big and angry in his hand. He stopped abruptly, still holding it.
Karen quickly left, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor of the hallway. Now, as she walked alone, her mind kept seeing his thingy. It looked like its end was sticking out of some tight skin. Karen looked down at the path before as she passed the playground. She really tried to not think of what she had seen Mr. Henry doing. As she walked past a row of shrubs she never suspected what would happen next. A hand shot out from the bushes and grabbed her, sending her school books flying to the ground. She was being pulled into the bushes by some unknown force. "You fucking little bitch!" a voice said. Karen was pushed to the ground and her arms pulled behind her back. Something was being tied around her wrists, hurting her as her arms were pulled behind her back. Darkness filled her vision as something was pulled over her head. "Stay put you little CUNT!" a voice said. She heard a sound like who ever it was, was leaving. She heard what sounded like her things being picked up quickly. Whoever it was came back to her.
It was a man's voice she heard. "You fucking little sneak!" it said. Karen tried to struggle but very strong arms held her. Karen was way too scared to realize whose voice it was. A hand reached under her school skirt and tore her panties away. The strong hands pulled her bottom upwards. Karen felt something very thick and blunt pushing on her butt hole. She almost screamed but a hand covered her mouth...stifling it. What ever it was pushing on her, was pushing into her and a sharp pain shot through her body. Karen could feel her little butthole being stretched like she never dreamed possible. The man's voice was grunting and making strange sounds. "Jesus fucking Christ you're tight!" it said. Karen felt as if her insides were being torn open. Her face could feel twigs and stones through the hood as her body was used. She must have passed out because the next thing she knew was she woke up alone. Her butt hurt terribly and something was dripping from her.
When Karen came to, she realized her hands were no longer bound. Whatever was over her head was taken away and she layed there alone in the dirt. Her mind tried to remember what happened. All she could recall was how much it hurt as she felt what ever it was stabbing in and out of her backside. She reached back and felt her abused, little opening. Something warm and thick was dribbling out of her. She looked at her fingers and saw streaks of red and brown. She vomited at the sight of poop on her fingers, mixed with blood. Karen tried to compose herself and was able to get up. Her legs barely held her up as she made her way out of the bushes and back to the safety of her home.
Karen's parents made a big fuss when they saw her. Her panties were no where to be found. The police were called and tried to get Karen to talk about what happened. She tried to describe things as best she could. When the police took her parents aside she heard words like "sodomy" and "rape". Karen knew nothing of what these words meant. She was taken to hospital and examined. She remembered how embarrassed she felt as the doctor and nurse looked into her most private areas. It was not a pleasant thing as she as heard words like "semen" and "samples". None of these things Karen understood. For the next several days she was kept out of school. When she did return, no one would look her in the eye. Not one teacher. Not even her classmates.
Karen felt more alone than ever before. There was, however, one person that would look at her. It was Mr. Henry. Karen recalled how he would seem to smile at her as she passed him in the hallways. For the next few weeks Karen was never left alone. Teachers would escort her from class to class and there was always a grownup there when she waited for her parents to pick her up. It would be almost two months later when Karen would be allowed to walk around by her self.
Things began to go back to normal now. Karen was leaving school one afternoon when she bumped into Mr. Henry in the hall. "Hello Karen!" he said. Everyone knew her name now, because of what happened. "Hello Mr. Henry." She said timidly. No one else was around in the hallway. "That was a nasty thing that happened to you Karen!" Mr. Henry said quietly. Karen blushed at the thought of the details he seemed to know. "That must have been terrible for you." Mr Henry said. "...to have been fucked up your ass like that!" Karen felt sick to her stomach at hearing these words from a grownup. It all came back to her and she just nodded, not looking at Mr. Henry. It was what he said next that caused Karen to look up.
"Your little asshole felt soo good!" Karen looked up, startled. "Don't look so surprised!" Mr. Henry said. "I know you liked it Karen!" Karen stood there, stunned. She remembered how her little pussy felt as she was being taken by the thick object. She recalled how it tingled and even squirted. This was something she never told anyone. Not the police, not her parents or even the doctor that examined her. She tried to process it all. "How could Mr. Henry know this?" she thought to herself. She looked up at Mr. Henry, who was glancing up and down the empty hallway. "How?" she found herself saying. "How could YOU know that?" Mr. Henry took her hand and led her back into his office. "Because I'm the one that fucked you Karen!" he said bluntly. Karen was frozen in fear. Mr. Henry took her to an old chair and sat down, bring Karen before him.
Karen saw Mr. Henry undo his pants and he took out his thingy. "I want you to love my cock, you little slut!" he said. Karen looked down at Mr. Henry's thingy. It was dark and full looking and covered, over the end by a thick skin. Karen didn't really want to, but put her mouth to it as Mr. Henry told her to "suck it!" She had never felt anything so arm and wonderful in her life. The thick skin was soft and pliable as she placed her mouth over the end. "Yes my little whore!" Mr. Henry moaned. "Blow me Karen!" Karen's mouth had to stretch widely to accept Mr. Henry's thingy. She could feel it growing and swelling in her mouth. "Lick it bitch!" Mr. Henry told her. Karen let her tongue find its way under the thick foreskin. Her little hands could feel it growing bigger and bigger as she sucked and licked. "I want your ass again Karen!" Mr. Henry groaned. Karen could feel his thingy, or "cock" as he called it almost gagging her as she tried to accept how big it was in her mouth.
Mr. Henry pushed her away and made her turn around, her hands on his desk. She could feel him lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down. They held her ankles closely. Mr. Henry got behind her and she could feel his thingy against her butt hole. This time Karen did not pass out. She could feel her little hole pushing his skin back and once more....the fat angry cock stretched her anus. All she could feel was the sensation of fullness as he pushed further into her. Her bowels accepted the massive intruder. Karen clung to the edge of the desk and let Mr. Henry have his way. Her little pussy tingled and squirted as he used her butt hole. This time, she could feel his thick sperm filling her as he came. Sensations filled her body as he pummeled her fanny, over and over. She could not help but grind her hips as he used her. Mr. Henry kept telling her what a "good little ass fuck" she was. Karen's entire body felt alive, for the first time...giving herself to Mr. Henry.
He pulled out of her with a plop. Somehow, Karen didn't really want to do this but also didn't want it to end. Karen reached back and felt the thick cream seeping from her abused hole. Mr. Henry spun her around and pushed her to her knees before him. He fed his wrinkled cock again into her mouth. Karen could taste the bitter-sweet flavor of her poop on his cock as she devoured it with her mouth. Karen was totally hooked now. She left school that day feeling differently than ever before.
She now sat on the swings at the playground in her neighborhood. Before her was a pretty, little girl about 6 years old...playing all alone, on the big metal slide? Karen talked to her and was able to lead her to a shed, not far away. Karen held her little body tightly as Mr. Henry used the little girl's tiny ass hole. Her screams and cries sent Karen into a tizzy. Karen left town that day with Mr. Henry. All across the country they lured little girls into brutal ass raping. No one ever heard from Karen again. No one ever knew about how much come she drank and ate from each tiny victim.
Her world was now completely devoted to abusing tiny children with Mr. Henry.
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