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Suzy's Story - 2
by Anna33 (anna33bukowsky@gmail.com)

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Suzy goes back to the home and this time she has some 
"fun" with some very young twin girls. (Fg, pre, ped, 
nc, rp)

***

Part I of this story may be found in the Kristen's 
collection directory 81.

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PART II

The euphoria after I got back home from London lasted 
for weeks; I endlessly relived my total domination of 
the little homeless girl while frigging myself virtually 
senseless. The feeling of having total control over her 
young body for a whole night kept sending tingles 
straight to my pussy; it was a feeling I knew I wanted 
to experience again and again.

True, I'd been unable to indulge my favourite fantasy of 
hearing her screams but I knew that playing it safe was 
the best option; but at the same time I knew I 
desperately wanted to get a girl in a place where I 
could really do everything I wanted to and to really 
hear her scream. This thought was starting to really get 
to me, and I started to spend a lot of time thinking of 
how I could make it happen.

As it happened the whole thing was taken out of my hands 
over a 2-month period which, looking back now, not only 
completed my descent into depravity (if such a thing was 
possible) but was the definitive moment when I became 
the woman I am today; it was a period when I went from a 
new sexual awakening, through sheer lust and sheer 
terror to my ultimate fantasy fulfillment.

Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself here. What I really 
needed to do after I got back from London was talk to 
someone about my assault on little Emma, not to confess 
to any wrong-doing or rubbish like that – I'd liked what 
I'd done to her – but to see how my experience could be 
taken further. Ideally I'd have liked to talk to Amanda 
but I found out that at very short notice she'd taken a 
job as a nanny in America (much later she told me in 
great detail how she'd corrupted the girls in her 
charge), so I was left pretty much isolated. Sure there 
was Ruth who was on the same wavelength, but I didn't 
really feel close enough to her to open up to her about 
my rapidly growing dark-side, besides only Amanda had 
her phone number and in those pre-mobile days there was 
no way to get hold of her at short notice.

As the distance from my London trip lengthened I began 
to feel more and more alone and it began to depress me; 
I wasn't at that point mentally strong enough to be able 
to cope with the feeling that I was that different from 
other lesbians. So in a real gloom I went to the lesbian 
club on a Friday night simply to drink myself into 
oblivion; I knew that I was no longer really interested 
in 'normal' lesbian sex so I made no attempt to chat-up 
any of the women there, nor did I let myself get chatted 
up. I smiled and made small talk with the women I knew 
but that was as far as my interaction went, until 
suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hi Suzy, God I've been looking for you everywhere, 
where have you been?"

It was Ruth, and her obviously unfeigned pleasure at 
meeting me again lifted my spirits immediately, but 
before I could give her any sort of update she ploughed 
straight on with her side of the conversation. "Did you 
hear about Amanda? Lucky her getting to grips with those 
really young American girls."

At the time I totally failed to notice the way she 
emphasised the youth of the girls in Amanda's care, but 
now I see she was preparing me for later.

Ruth took my arm and dragged me to a darkened corner of 
the bar and her voice dropped from the affected tone she 
normally used to a much more business-like whisper. 
"Suzy, are you still interested in the girls at the 
Council Home?"

Stupid question, I thought, might as well ask an 
alcoholic of they were still interested in a shot of 
whisky, so I made no attempt to be coy.  "Hell yes, lead 
me to them."

"Glad you said that, I have been trying to find you for 
a while as I've got a special thing at the Home now but 
I've needed another person for it."

I was intrigued now. "Why?"

"They're a pair of identical twins and they're gorgeous, 
and I wanted to make it a foursome with them."

I felt my recent gloom evaporate like mist on a summer's 
day; I could feel a thrill run through me just from 
Ruth's description. "Wow, can we go now?"

"Give it an hour or so, let the little angels get to 
sleep; their reactions are so much sexier when they're 
suddenly woken up for our fun. Want a drink?"

I felt slightly giddy with excitement now and as Ruth 
returned with the glasses of wine I completely missed 
the significance of what she said as she sat down.

"They're a bit younger than what you're used to, but 
they are a sexy as hell."

"No problem," I grinned my best wicked grin, "I'm as 
horny as fuck just from what you've said." I gulped my 
wine in a vain attempt to hide my mounting excitement 
which Ruth found funny, I just shrugged; in a short 
while I'd once again be getting my hands on a pretty and 
terrified teenager, and I could hardly wait.

We chatted pointlessly for an hour or so, made various 
bitchy comments about some of the women in the bar, 
anything to pass the time; Ruth seemed slightly nervous 
about something but I just put it down to excitement 
about the foursome with a pair of identical twins.

Finally Ruth decided that the girls should be sound 
asleep and led the way from the club to her car for the 
short journey to the Council Home, once there she took 
me to the side door of her apartment and up the stairs 
to her lounge; the same one where I'd had my first taste 
of lesbian underage rape.

"Just go through to the bedroom, while I go and get 
them." Ruth told me as casually as if she was just going 
to make a cup of coffee and as she went out of one door 
I went through another.

Her bedroom was a pretty large room it had to be said, 
and her bed was suspiciously large for a single woman 
but I doubt she was alone in it very often. I sat on the 
bed and waited for her to return. Although I didn't 
think of it at the time nowadays I like to imagine the 
terror of the girls in the Home as they'd hear their 
door opening in the middle of the night, or the relief 
when they heard someone else's door being opened. Would 
they have heard Ruth's heels clacking on the cold stone 
floor of the corridor? Or would the rattle of the key in 
the lock be the first warning of what terrors were to 
come? 

Of course, all the girls had suffered in their lives 
before they were taken into care, most came from 
shattered homes or extreme poverty, but we didn't care 
about that; they simply existed to be abused for our 
pleasure.

I was smiling inwardly at this thought (without 
following it through to its logical conclusion that 
every girl in the Home was there for us no matter what 
her age), when Ruth returned with the nights' 
entertainment.

Grinning wickedly, Ruth lead in 2 girls by their hands 
who were (as she'd said) identical twins – they were 
even dressed identically in blue cotton nighties that 
reached to just above their knees, and they looked very 
scared – what she hadn't told me that they were 8 or 9 
years old.

I could feel my face drop in shock; what the hell had 
made Ruth think I'd be interested in kids? And I almost 
involuntarily half-rose from the bed in uncertainty, 
Ruth sensed my turmoil as her eyes silently blazed a 
"don't fuck this up" warning at me. I sat back down 
again and tried rapidly to think of how I could 
extricate myself from this situation. But already at the 
back of my mind I could feel a dark voice starting to 
make itself heard.

Ruth broke the awkward silence by proceeding as if the 
whole situation was the most normal thing in the world. 
"Suzy, these 2 little darlings are Claire and Julia."  
She indicated each one as she said their names but I was 
a bit too shocked to take in which was which, and in 
truth it didn't really matter. "And this is my friend 
Suzy, and tonight girls, you are going to do whatever we 
tell you to, is that understood?"

The 2 girls showed understandable confusion and fear at 
this point and said nothing so Ruth gave their hands a 
sharp squeeze and their faces contorted in pain as the 
both gave a small squeal. This reaction connected the 
new voice at the back of my head to my pussy, and my 
bogus moral outrage about molesting 2 girls under 10 
started to vanish.

"Please, Miss," one of the girls cried out in a small 
falsetto voice, "Don't hurt us."

Ruth's voice dropped an octave in tone, and several 
hundred degrees in temperature, "Well just do what we 
want, and you'll be alright then."

"But what do you want us to do?"

Ruth paused for a moment, then half chuckled.  "Well, 
let's just call it Mummies and Daddies."

"But who are the Dadd...?" was all the girl could say 
before Ruth crushed and twisted her hand again making 
her shriek in agony and sag at the knees

Ruth's voice dropped another notch "Now go and talk to 
Suzy" and with her hand she hurled the girl towards me, 
the child stopped about a yard from me but I leant 
forward and put my arms out to her. Her reaction, like 
mine, was almost instinctive; I reached out to someone 
in distress and she reached out to what she thought was 
safety, but it was also exactly like a spider ensnaring 
it's prey and the false honey words I poured in her ear 
as I pulled her close to me were like a spider spinning 
a web around the fly.

Her smallness as I crushed her to me; her passivity as I 
slipped my right leg around her and the way she tensed 
in fear as I held her tightly and whispered words of 
reassurance while at the same time kissing her hair and 
ear finally unleashed the Dark Voice inside of me and I 
knew as I held the helpless little girl in my arms and 
between my legs that it wasn't the age of my victims 
that mattered it was their sheer helplessness – and the 
fact they knew they were helpless - that was the biggest 
turn on.

As I hugged my girl I saw Ruth pushing hers towards the 
bed, one hand on the girls neck and the other pressing 
against the girl's bottom..

I ran my hands over my girl's body as my lust started 
up, her body (even through her nightie) was thin, but 
firm and the feel of her bones under her skin was 
arousing in a way I'd never have thought possible, I 
spread my legs slightly and eased her up onto my thigh 
and lifted her face with my fingers.

Her face was pretty sure enough, but it was also the 
'cuteness' of her features; how small her nose was, her 
small her eyes were and her mouth was so small that I 
knew that I would smother it with mine.

"Kiss me," I whispered and tried to bring her chin 
forward with my fingers but she held back and twisted 
away, Annoyed, I whipped my hand from under her face and 
gripped the back of her head and brought her face back 
close to mine; I wrapped my legs around her again to 
keep her in place as our eyes met- mine fierce with 
dominance and sexual aggression, hers with fear and 
resignation. "Kiss me, little slut" I hissed, our lips 
so close that her nose wrinkled slightly as my hot 
breath hit it. At the same time I slipped my left arm 
down the outside of her leg and began inching her 
nightie up her thigh bit by bit. I lowered my lips onto 
hers and had a weird experience as her small lips only 
met about half of my mouth and my tongue almost filled 
her mouth as I pushed it in.

She broke away almost sobbing, "Please Miss, I don't 
want to," she tried to squirm free from my grasp but she 
had no chance of escape. I slapped her face in case she 
became too hysterical and glanced worriedly at Ruth.

She had her girl face down on the bed, holding her neck 
with one hand while her other was under the girl's 
nightie clearly fingering her pussy; the girl was crying 
and wailing into the bed covers. She glanced up at me, 
saw my worried look and winked. Hauling the girl up by 
her hair she yanked her to her feet and then grabbed my 
girl by the hair and pulled her from me at the same 
time.

"Right, you little swine" She hissed at them in a 
genuinely frightening manner. "you are going to do 
everything me and Suzy want you too, or else you are 
going to be in so much trouble round here. Do I make 
myself clear? Do I?" This last question was spat right 
into the girl's faces as her hands knotted their hair 
and both girls nodded their fearful agreement, but Ruth 
wasn't finished yet. "You are very bad girls for 
disobeying me like that, and bad girls get punished. 
Take your nighties off." She shook the girl's heads as 
she shouted the last bit before letting them go.

Shaken and shocked into submission the girls stumbled 
slightly as Ruth released her iron grip on their hair 
and they looked bewildered at each other before Ruth 
took a half-step towards them and they hurriedly started 
to pull their nighties over their heads.

Immediately my lustful gaze was drawn to the girl's 
pussies, they were totally bald (don't forget this was 
back in the early 80's when no-one seemed to shave 'down 
there.), yes, I knew that girls as young as they were 
should be bald but it was the 'shock' of seeing a 
hairless pussy with the little puffy lips almost 
standing proud that made me as horny as hell.

The girls stood uneasily in front of us, their hands 
moving hesitantly up and down their bodies trying 
fruitlessly to hide themselves from our predatory gaze. 
Both girls' faces were streaked with tears now, which 
was not surprising given that inside 45 minutes their 
whole world had been shattered into a million pieces and 
that was from when they were at such a low point in the 
first place.

I wonder now what happened to Claire and Julia in later 
life; I know from what Ruth told me some years later 
that she and her friends continued to abuse them for 
many years afterwards. Were they so conditioned into 
becoming lesbian sex slaves that they simply couldn't 
function in the real world and so disappeared 
voluntarily into the dark underground of lesbian 
domination? Ruth never really clarified their final fate 
for me, but knowing her as intimately as I do, and 
knowing the contacts she had in the UK sex industry I'm 
fairly sure the girls were smuggled against their will 
into the chain of lesbian slavery once they reached the 
age at which the State loses interest in its charges.

That chain works like a food chain; some mistresses like 
very young girls, others prefer teenage girls, others 
prefer young women and so on, the mistresses of the 
young girls sell their slaves on when they reach an age 
they are no longer interested in and each subsequent 
mistress passes her property to a new owner. Obviously 
the mistresses further up the chain get property that 
has had several previous lady owners, but the advantage 
for them is that their property is totally conditioned 
into being a lesbian sex slave.

I know that 2 identical twin lesbian sex slaves, 
conditioned from an early age to be the sexual 
playthings of other women would be much sought after, 
and so I do believe that even now Claire and Julia are 
still kept in a life of sexual servitude with no real 
hope of release. How much damage the intervening years 
of slavery have done to their minds and bodies I can't 
imagine, but I wish I'd been there to see every day of 
it.

But at the time all I wondered was exactly how depraved 
Ruth and I were going to be. The twins stood totally 
naked in front of us and I think all of us were 
expecting Ruth to take the lead and she did.

"Bad girls get punished," she snarled at the pair. She 
sat down on the bed before finishing her sentence; "Lie 
over our laps, now" All Ruth had to do now to impose her 
will on these children was to glare at them and after 
one second of confusion when neither girl was sure which 
of us to go to they dutifully lined up beside us.

Just as my girl was about to lean over my lap I called a 
halt, Ruth looked shocked and angry for a second until I 
explained it was just so I could undress; if this 
gorgeous little thing was going over my lap I wanted it 
to be over my bare flesh

I very rapidly started to undress throwing my clothes 
anywhere in the room, but as I slipped my knickers down 
and off I put them on the bed for later, Then I sat down 
again and patted my lap as an invitation for the girl to 
lay over it. She seemed reluctant but I grabbed her arm 
and pulled her down which made her squeal in fear.

Ruth's girl wasn't as defiant as mine and lay herself of 
Ruth's lap; perhaps the fact that Ruth was still fully 
clothed made her ordeal seem less scary. Ruth had 
positioned us brilliantly; the girls faces were only 
inches apart and we lifted their heads by their auburn 
hair so they could see the fear in each other's eyes.

I gazed down at the girl lying over my lap and stroked 
my hand lazily down the back of her thin thighs, then I 
slipped my hand onto the inside of her legs and ran it 
up towards her pussy. As my fingers brushed against her 
hairless lips she jumped and squirmed to try and escape 
my finger tips which were pressing between the small, 
puffy lips of her pussy. Angry at this I pulled my hand 
back and up and started to spank her.

"You are still being a naughty girl," I panted, each 
word punctuated by a painful slap. She was squirming and 
wriggling much more than I'd anticipated and I had to 
twist her arm behind her back with my free hand to keep 
her still.

Ruth was doing the same to her girl who was wailing and 
sobbing, her face streaked with tears and contorted in 
pain. I was determined to get the same reaction from my 
girl and increased the severity of my slaps; the 
original pale skin of the girl's bottom was now a vivid 
red hue.

Finally my hand itself started to sting (but not as 
badly as my girl's bottom must have been) but while she 
was in such a gorgeously vulnerable position I wasn't 
going to let her go just yet.

I rested my hand on her bottom cheeks which felt as hot 
as they looked, then moved it down to between her 
thighs; it was deliciously easy to push them apart and 
to press my fingers against her bald, little pussy. The 
lips yielded quickly as I pushed two of my finger tips 
inside.

Letting go of her arm I grabbed he hair and pulled her 
head back "Do you like my fingers in your pussy?" I 
asked in a breathless voice.

"Please miss, please stop." She sobbed through gritted 
teeth "Please miss, please don't touch me there."

The girl's complete innocence coupled with the fact that 
she had absolutely no chance of stopping me and the 
sheer sexual thrill of finally getting to spank a young 
girl's backside had all combined to set my pussy on fire 
and I could feel my pussy hair becoming very sticky with 
my juices.

"Stop? You're here to do whatever we want and you can't 
stop us." I pushed one finger further inside her, the 
sheer tightness of her small pussy was astonishing and I 
realised I could actually do real damage to her if I was 
too extreme; but I wasn't going to let her know that I 
still had some boundaries. "Do you like my finger inside 
you? Does it feel good?"

"Please miss, I don't like it," she squealed pointlessly 
– as if I was going to stop now?

I looked over at Ruth, but she was now locked in her own 
world and had her girl kissing her breasts with her 
small mouth. I wanted some of that sort of action and 
pushed my girl onto the floor. As she struggled onto all 
fours I spread my legs and, grabbing her hair pulled her 
up onto her knees between my legs. I pressed her face 
against my thigh. "Kiss it" I urged, and twisted her 
hair to get her agreement.

She screamed slightly as I pressed her mouth onto my 
flesh (which muffled her cries) and then began to press 
her lips against my legs in little, almost butterfly 
type, kisses. It felt so bloody horny that I couldn't 
stop myself playing with my breasts as I slowly moved 
her face up towards my pussy.

As I got her face in front of my pussy, which was 
actually oozing slightly, I felt her stiffen and try to 
recoil, but what could the slightly built child do so 
stop me? And I pulled her face into my sticky pussy.

"Please miss, please don't make me" she tried to say 
before I felt her face make contact with my crotch.

"Just kiss it little one," I purred and as I felt her 
lips press against my lips I squirmed orgasmically. She 
was trying to keep contact between us to a minimum and 
her kiss could best be described as a peck but it was 
more than enough for me as I pushed my hips forward 
against her pinned face. Of course her mouth had to open 
at some point and as I felt her tiny mouth spread 
against my pussy lips I came at once. It felt like a 
torrent and I held her struggling head in place as I 
ground my creaming pussy against her it.

"Oh God, oh God, aaahhhh," I gasped as I felt her mouth 
trying and failing to stop my juices seep into it. I 
clamped my thighs hard around her small face and twisted 
so that she was forced into my pussy.

It was the greatest orgasm of my life so far – even 
better than the girl in London – I actually thought I 
might pass out as a I let go of the girl's hair because 
my thighs were holding her in place now and stretched 
out on Ruth's bed.

After a few seconds my girl started to make choking and 
gagging noises and I realised she was actually 
suffocating (or drowning; didn't really matter which.). 
I opened my legs and the little girl collapsed, sobbing 
and gasping onto the floor. She writhed there for a 
second or too as she coughed and wretched; her tiny 
frame wracked with coughs and her face red and 
glistening. And my pussy felt like it was squeezing 
pumpkin seeds.

Looking back now I think that was the first time I 
really wanted to take the rape and abuse even further, 
into deeper, far darker territory; I knew that at that 
moment I had the power of life and death over the girl 
and although that vision took a long time to crystallise 
into the form it later took this was the moment the seed 
was planted.

At the time though I just wanted her tongue on me again, 
and my fingers inside her so, reaching down, I slid my 
arms under her shoulders and hauled her onto my knee- 
she was so light it really was as effortless as it 
sounds. She shook in apprehension and cruelly I played 
the benevolent Mother figure, gently stroking her hair 
with one hand and stroking the outside of her leg and 
cooing soothing words into her ear.

But even as I was doing this I was gently pushing her 
face towards my breasts and my other hand was slipping 
in between her legs, my spreading fingers forcing her 
legs apart slightly before opening her now puffy, abused 
pussy lips and pushing my finger tips inside.

She screamed again but now I twisted the fingers of my 
other hand in her hair and pressed her face onto my left 
breast and moved my body slightly so that my nipple 
slipped into her mouth.

"Suck it, suck it you little slut," I hissed, though 
more in a mood of extreme pleasure than anger, and a few 
more tugs on her hair resulted in the terrified child 
indeed starting to suckle like a baby on my bullet-hard 
nipple. I started to frig her young, tight pussy; not 
for her pleasure but strictly for mine. I wanted to own, 
to dominate and abuse this 8 year old girl; above all I 
wanted to inflict pain on her.

She squirmed in my lap as I assaulted her body, but was 
totally unable to escape my perverted desires. I glanced 
at Ruth who was holding her twin's hand against her 
pussy and forcing her to masturbate her, her other arm 
was wrapped around the girl's shoulders and she was 
French kissing her fiercely. Our eyes met and we nodded 
in contented agreement: that it simply didn't get any 
better than this..

I moved my girl's mouth from one breast to another, 
relishing how easy it was to manoeuvre her almost like a 
rag-doll. I pressed two of my fingers in as hard and 
deep as I could inside her pussy and felt my own ooze 
with pleasure as she squealed and screamed against the 
flesh of my breast.

I let her fall sideways and backwards onto the bed and 
smoothly straddled her very slim body so my wet pussy 
was pressed against her flat stomach. Holding her hands 
beside her head I lowered my face towards hers.

Her face was a study of terror and suffering, her red 
and swollen eyes were filled with tears and the tracks 
of those tears was easily traced down her face towards 
her small mouth which now glistened in a hugely erotic 
mix of her tears and saliva, and my love juices. 

I lowered my face very, very close to hers, loving not 
only the fear in her eyes and the small, almost, mewling 
noises that she was making, but also the feel of her 
young, immature body undermine; the way my full breasts 
squashed against her tiny mounds – if I jiggled the 
right way I could move my erect nipples against tiny 
little bullets – and also the feeling of my wet pussy 
rubbing against her flat stomach, bony hips and her bald 
pussy. 

I pushed my tongue out and ran it over her lips and 
chin, the mix of salty tears and my juices were a 
deliciously sweet combination and I licked her mouth and 
chin dry before forcing my tongue between her lips and 
pressing my mouth onto hers. I kissed her deeply and 
could feel her panicky attempts to breathe through her 
tiny little button nose; her mounting panic as she 
struggled to breathe under my assault increased the 
wetness of my pussy against her hips.

I let go of her left arm to move my hand onto her small, 
pre-pubescent breast; my palm easily covered its 
fleshiness and I could feel her small nipple pressing 
against my hand. As I continued to rape her mouth with 
my tongue I dug my nails into her small breast just 
enough to force a muffled scream and body-jerk from her, 
but not enough to break her skin; I controlled my lust 
just enough to realise that scars like that could be 
awkward for Ruth to explain away.

But her little, fleshy mound was so beautiful to my 
touch simply because it was neither one thing nor the 
other; it wasn't the flat chest of a really small child, 
nor was it the fully developed, firm breast of an older 
girl or woman. It yielded to my touch, but still had the 
hard flesh underneath it to make squeezing it a 
pleasure; I knew I would have to abuse her breasts with 
my mouth.

I broke our kiss and as I did so I glanced to my right 
and saw Ruth in a similar position to me but she was 
humping her girl's slim thigh with her pussy as she 
forced her tongue down her victim's throat. She was 
clearly very nearly coming as her grinding movements 
were becoming faster and faster and her kissing of her 
girl was becoming more frenzied.

The only metaphor I've ever been able to come up with 
for that moment of realisation was like playing a Fruit-
Machine and watching as the three reels drop into place 
for the Jackpot; watching Ruth's naked, mature body 
physically exploit a younger female, the way her fully 
formed hips, thighs and breasts slammed against a 
terrified young girl who was totally at her mercy and 
had no means of escape made me realise that this was the 
biggest sexual thrill I could ever experience, and that 
it was the only one I would ever want.

Dragging my attention back to my girl I dropped my lips 
onto her breast and stabbed my tongue onto her small 
nipple, slowly I gripped my teeth onto her small pellet 
and twisted and pulled it upwards.

She screamed so much that I had to smother her mouth 
with my hand, of course I accidentally covered her nose 
too and as she struggled for breath as I continued to 
abuse her small breast I felt an increased sexual 
thrill. Very dark seeds were being planted in my sexual 
psyche.

I lifted my body from hers in a sort of arch so I could 
start to finger her pussy while I kept my teeth and lips 
busy on her small breasts and also straddled her thigh 
with my legs so I could bring myself off against her leg 
as Ruth was doing to her sister.

Suddenly it all became too much and I knew I was about 
to orgasm big time, I swiftly moved over her small, bony 
body and knelt on her shoulders, rapidly nestling my 
thighs either side of her terrified face. Gripping her 
hair I pulled her mouth rapidly onto my quivering pussy 
and arched backwards as I felt her lips and the tip of 
her tongue, groping for my breast with my other hand as 
– and there is no other way to describe it – everything 
swept over me – the sheer sexual thrill of Ruth and I 
abusing and raping identical twins, the sheer perversity 
of the whole situation and the realisation that this, 
raping underage girls was the greatest sexual kick I 
could ever have.

I actually orgasmed so hard that I passed out, I know 
that phrase is used alot but I swear it's true on this 
occasion, only for a few seconds to be honest but I did 
blank out as my juices flooded the mouth of the little 
girl held fast between my thighs because the next thing 
I knew I was slightly slumped to one side of her head, 
my grip on her face loosened as she was coughing, 
spluttering and trying to spit my sticky love juices out 
of her mouth.

I knew I was temporarily shattered but also knew this 
evening wasn't over yet so I moved off my girl 
completely and stretched out next to her, turning her on 
her side away from me so that she could watch Ruth as 
she continued to French kiss her sister, her hands 
gripping either side of the girl's face as she clenched 
her older, more rounded legs around the child's slim 
thigh. A few gratuitous pelvic thrusts spaced about 5 
seconds apart proved her total domination of her 
property.

I could see that Ruth was in the same sort of sexual 
high as I was but I had a very wicked idea and leant 
over to tap her on the shoulder. She turned to look at 
me in some surprise, so I told her my suggestion.

"Ruthy, maybe we've been a bit harsh on our little 
sweethearts; perhaps they'd like to fuck with someone of 
their own age?"

Ruth's face came alive as my idea sunk in and she rolled 
off her girl so she was lying behind her. Now we were 
both on the same 'wave-length' we moved our terrified 
victims towards each other so that their faces were 
almost touching.

"Ok, little ones," Ruth purred as if this was as normal 
as ordering a pizza, "Start to kiss." With that we 
pushed their faces together with one hand, while 
(copying Ruth's lead) our other hands pushed between 
their legs and started to abuse their pussies yet again, 
while at the same time grinding our pussies against 
their bottoms thus keeping them in their kissing 
position. 

Not that they were really kissing though; their mouths 
were pressed together, their eyes screwed shut in both 
pain and humiliation and it was only our hands on the 
back of their heads that kept their mouth's together. 
But I simply couldn't have cared less about what they 
were thinking; I was sliding one finger deeper and 
deeper into my girl's tight little pussy as I gyrated my 
own (soaking) pussy against her small backside.

I glanced at Ruth who was doing exactly the same thing 
to her toy; her body was fuller than mine and the 
contrast between her curves and her toy's almost angular 
body was striking. She had managed to work 2 fingers 
inside her girl and was frigging her pretty roughly as 
she buried her face in the girl's hair; I guessed she 
was pretty near coming as was I. Again I felt an almost 
irresistible urge to inflict pain on the girl I was 
abusing and bit my teeth into her shoulder – not hard 
enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a 
deep, blue impression. 

Of course she screamed as best she could although her 
face was held tightly against her sisters, and as she 
writhed in pain I could feel her pussy moving around my 
finger; it was absolute sexual heaven, and I came again 
with my pussy smearing it's juices against her thin 
bottom.

As I came down (no pun intended) I relaxed completely 
and so allowed my girl to squirm away from her proximity 
to her sister (but only so that she pressed back against 
me which was an added thrill).  Now I hugged her close 
to me, my hands roaming at will over her small, naked 
body; pinching and squeezing her flesh not only just to 
hear her frightened, pain-filled whimpers, but also 
because it made her writhe so erotically against me. In 
only a few minutes I found out just how to loosen my 
grip on her enough to let her body move against mine, 
but also so that she was still tightly in my grasp.

I struggled to my knees slowly and clumsily as I kept 
the child in my arms as I did so, and spread my thighs 
and pulled her to me so her bottom was pressing against 
my crotch. I slipped one arm up so it lay across her 
throat and pressed my other hand against her pussy; I 
wanted to match Ruth's feat of getting 2 fingers inside 
her twin and very roughly forced 2 fingertips between my 
girl's abused pussy lips. Naturally she arched backwards 
and upwards and tried to scream but my arm across her 
throat tightened and she only managed a strangled, 
little croak.

"Shut up, you little bitch, you promised to let me do 
what I want." I hissed into her ear, emphasising each 
word with a stab of my fingers into her twat. "You'll 
learn to like it eventually, and believe me this won't 
be the last time you'll feel a woman's fingers inside 
you." My mouth was now pressed against her ear as I 
finished my sentence and again, in a deliberate attempt 
to inflict pain, I clenched her tiny ear between my 
teeth and shook it like a terrier. I wanted so 
desperately to inflict pain on her until her screams 
shattered my ears but knew that this wasn't the 
situation to do this.

Nevertheless, Ruth heard my girl's strangled chokes and 
screams and lifted her face from between the sisters' 
thighs to flash me a worried glance; I winked at her as 
if to say "Relax, just having fun, no harm will be 
done.", and reassured that her precious charges weren't 
being physically marked she buried her face once more in 
an 8 year old girl's hairless pussy.

I whipped my fingers out of her pussy and, quick as a 
flash, turned the girl around so her face was pressed 
against my breast. "Open your mouth wide." I soothed at 
her, trying to sound all maternal, but to my surprise 
she kept her mouth tightly closed. Time to break the 
little bitch, once and for all I thought.

Like lightening, I jerked her head up by her hair with 
one hand and slapped it viciously with the other. 
"Listen, you little tart," I screamed at her, my face 
barely inches from hers. "You do exactly what I tell you 
to do, when I tell you to do it." I slapped her face 
again. "Understand?"

She nodded a very frightened, very intimidated 
agreement, but I wasn't finished quite yet (the slaps on 
her face had connected with my pussy of course.) "So 
when I tell you to suck my tits, you'd better fucking 
well suck them, you are nothing anymore, just a toy that 
women like me are going to play with when we like, so 
the sooner you accept that the better." I gave her one 
more, lighter, slap across her cheek which was now 
almost vivid purple.

At the same time, her sister screamed in agony as Ruth's 
fingernails dug into her breast while the woman who was 
supposed to be their guardian at this place abused her 
bald pussy with her tongue and lips. This gave me an 
idea.

"Besides," I said to my little pet, in a calm, measured 
tone, "if you don't do as I tell you, we can always hurt 
your sister. And that will be your fault, so be a good 
little slut and do what I tell you. Now kiss my tits."

I forced her face, with her mouth wide open onto my 
breast and my eyes flickered with orgasmic delight as I 
felt her small lips on my flesh. "Lick it, little one." 
I softly urged and at once her tongue started to stroke 
over my breast. I moved her face over my whole breast so 
her wet tongue trailed over it, I jerked her head 
rapidly up and down on my nipple so the tiny tip of her 
small tongue stabbed deliciously at my nipple. The 
girl's gurgling as she struggled to cope with the saliva 
her mouth was producing was almost as erotic as the 
choking noises she'd been making earlier.

I pulled at my other breast with my spare hand, just to 
do something to release some of the huge sexual tension 
that was within me; something absolutely massive was 
brewing inside my pussy and my body felt like it was 
tingling all over. I dragged her face down to my stomach 
and leant backwards on the bed, sliding my lower legs 
from under me so I was lying almost flat and allowing my 
girl to move slightly away from me so that as I moved 
her face onto my pussy  she wasn't so bent double.

As her reluctant face was rubbed against my (now very 
sensitive) pussy lips I started moaning in a series of 
low, almost guttural grunts, although I still managed to 
issue instructions to my little rag doll.

"Kiss it, kiss it, stick your tongue in. Do it you 
little bitch." I twisted her hair again and rammed her 
sobbing face into my soaking wet pussy; my lips were so 
lubricated that her entire small mouth actually slipped 
between them at first; I gyrated my pelvis against her 
face and felt her chin, lips and nose all rub over my 
pussy and even brush against my clit.

I know it's a clichι but there is no other way to 
describe what happened next; first my pussy, then my 
entire body felt like it exploded. Almost instinctively, 
I clamped my thighs around the girl's head and arched 
backwards my hands losing contact with her and clutching 
at both the air and the covers of Ruth's bed. I clenched 
my thighs around the girl so tightly that she literally 
couldn't move a centimetre and I felt the rest of her 
body start to panic out of fear of suffocation.

Then it happened. I came but it wasn't just an orgasm 
(enormous though it was) I lost control of my bladder 
too as I filled her small, trapped mouth and some urine 
mixed with my cum juices and I felt it's hot, stickiness 
spreading from her face and mouth that she was 
desperately trying to close to the inside of my thighs 
from where it spread downwards onto Ruth's bed. 

For a second or two I think I did really black out (and 
looking back that was probably just as well as it did 
save the girl from probably being asphyxiated by my 
pussy) because the next thing I remembered was hearing 
the girl coughing and retching between my now spread 
legs. 

As if in a dream I looked at her face, reddened by her 
coughing, streaked with her tears, smeared with my 
juices and urine and aged a lifetime in only a couple of 
hours. She had what's called a thousand yard stare as 
she stared blankly and emotionless beyond me. But I 
simply didn't care; I let my head drop back onto the bed 
and rubbed my thighs against her body to try and 
dissipate some of the rapidly cooling cum and urine off 
me.

I think I may have blacked out again as the next thing I 
remember was looking up as a Ruth now clad in a bath-
robe was taking my girl from between my legs and winking 
at me as she told both sisters to get dressed and then 
led them back to their room.

I rolled onto my side, a huge, warm wave of post-coitus 
warmth providing all the blankets and pillows I could 
ask for. I felt a damp patch beneath my legs but was too 
far gone to really care. My pussy was still so sensitive 
it actually hurt to caress it with my fingers as I 
normally liked to do after sex.

Next thing I knew was looking up at Ruth smiling down at 
me as she shook me awake.

"Wow, Suzy, you enjoyed that little thing, didn't you?" 
She chuckled.

"God, Ruth," I mumbled as I woke. "That was the most 
intense sex I've ever had." I sat up and realised how 
damp I'd made Ruth's bed. " Umm, I think I may have made 
a bit of a mess on your covers." I mumbled embarrassed.

Ruth looked down, and then smiled. "Don't worry about 
that; this bed's seen worse than that in its life. But 
wasn't that just so fucking intense?" It was clear that 
she was on as much of a sexual high as I was. "Watching 
you abuse your little tart really got me going on mine."

She paused for a second and ran her hand through her 
hair. "Shit, Suzy, I'd love it if you came to work here; 
I could guarantee you a job and imagine the fun we could 
have with the little ones."

I sensed she was serious, but I was equally serious in 
my reply. "It would be no good, Ruth, I don't think I 
have the control you have, I'd be wanting to abuse them 
every single minute of the day."

Her face dropped and I realised I may have sent the 
wrong message, and hurriedly back-tracked. "Oh Ruth, 
please don't think me ungrateful, tonight was probably 
the greatest sex of my life and I'm really flattered you 
like me enough to offer me a job," (I didn't tell her I 
didn't need a job) "but I don't think I'm as restrained 
as you; I'd be trying to molest the little sluts all the 
time, but you're much more in control."

"You think you're that bad?" She asked, seemingly 
genuinely curious but at the same time knowing.

"I know I'm that bad" I tried to laugh it off, but I 
didn't dare tell her of  the girl in London, or exactly 
how badly I wanted to hurt the girl I'd just abused.

I'd been dressing during these conversations, but it 
wasn't like I was storming out or anything, I liked Ruth 
as a friend and really appreciated how easily she'd 
accepted me as one of 'her own', so I started to steer 
the conversation back towards more friendly territory.

"Any idea how long Amanda's gone for?"

"She reckons about 12 – 18 months" Then she laughed. 
"Mind you could be a lot longer if she gets caught doing 
what she told me she's going to do over there."

Intrigued, I asked the obvious question about what she 
had planned.

"She's gone to work as a nanny to 2 girls aged 12 and 
14."

"Bit old to need a nanny aren't they?" I interjected

"Well, I say nanny; it's also to teach them how English 
people behave etcetera"

"But Amanda's Welsh."

"Yes, but the Yanks don't know the difference. Anyway, 
Amanda told me she aims to corrupt the 2 girls into her 
little pets within a month, knowing her she'll probably 
get the mother as a slave too."

I looked at her startled "Could she do that?"

Ruth smiled wickedly. "Amanda's the most dominant woman 
I've ever met; if she say's she aims to get the 
daughters within a month, I'll bet she gets the 
daughters and the mother in her bed at the same time 
within 2 weeks."

I smiled at Ruth and squeezed her knee. "Good luck to 
her, it would be so fucking intense to rape a kid in 
front of their mother, or the other way around. By the 
way, can I have your phone number? Amanda had it, but is 
no longer around obviously."

"Sure, hon, but only on condition that you give me 
yours."

"It's a deal." I laughed, and so took another step on 
the road to complete depravity.

Ruth yawned and I knew she was wanting to get to sleep 
(I've long marvelled at how easily she could switch off 
from abusing girls back to her run-of-the-mill routine, 
I've always been on a huge high after a 'conquest'.), 
and I wanted to get away too just to get my thoughts 
together, so I gave her a quick hug and a kiss.

"Can I call a cab?" I asked, suddenly slightly fearful 
of the fact that my flat was a few miles away across the 
city.

"I'd rather you didn't, Suze, don't really want outside 
people associating this place with strange people being 
picked up in the middle of the night, if you know what I 
mean. Tell you what, I'll run you home."

I understood then that Ruth was clearly aware of the 
dangers she was running because of the abuse she was 
perpetrating and was reassured that she wasn't going to 
knowingly endanger anyone involved; the fact that the 
girls were still able to talk to 'outsiders' did bother 
me though. But, I reasoned, if Ruth had been getting 
away with it for as long as she had then the risk was 
negligible.

Even though I knew she was dog-tired and had to be at 
work in only a few-hours I was grateful for the lift as 
the streets of a city are very lonely and very scary and 
very dangerous on your own at night. There was a 
slightly awkward silence in the car during the short 
journey through the deserted streets, not because of any 
tension but simply because I wanted so much to tell Ruth 
of how much further I wanted to take things; how I 
really wanted to hurt the girls until they really 
screamed and to then go on hurting them, about my rape 
of the homeless girl in London, about how much I was 
discovering about my truly dark side and how much I was 
loving it. I was that close to opening up my entire soul 
to her, but I just couldn't take that last step.

She dropped me off and I thanked her profusely again, 
and she smiled and said how much she'd loved it too (and 
I knew she meant it), I gave her a peck on the lips and 
ran to my front door as she drove off.

END