("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
I Thought We Were Going Camping - 1
by Lancer (address withheld)
***
Pure rape core true to formula. 2 beautiful little
girls are tricked into going camping with their family
friend 'uncle' only to receive a brutal fucking. (M/gg,
extreme-ped, nc, rp, 1st, v, no-sex)
***
PART 1
Elliot Strainer stroked his sweaty and chubby
fingertips across his most prized possessions. Sweet
little Ryanne, her emerald green eyes sparkling back at
him, her beautiful rose tinted face had the slightest
tan and her pink petal lips curled into the most
adorable little smile with her tiny pearly white teeth
gleaming in between.
He next moved his hand across to her younger sister,
Marti. She too was as precious as her sister. They had
the same delicate look. A cute button nose, sleepy
little eyes and that beautiful little pink mouth,
everything came together perfectly. They had
gracefulness comparable to that of the elves of fantasy
and complete young beauty to match.
Marti of course was about 2 inches shorter than her
sister and with dark, almost black eyes instead of
green. Both girls had glossy straight hair that was
silken to the touch. Ryanne’s being a light brown hazel
color which was left long, halfway down her back making
her seem more grown up and sexier. Marti’s was a deep
black but still shone in the sunlight and was shorter
to just below shoulder length, giving her a perfect
cute little girl look.
Both girls were embracing each other in the most joyous
and playful sisterly manner with their soft cheeks
touching each other and their exposed arms locked
around each other in a hug, while they both looked
forward with those butter melting smiles.
Elliot breathed in deeply and then exhaled with his
head tilted upwards. He looked down at the photo once
more of the 2 little girls that were driving him into
insanity, brought it up to his lips and kissed each of
the beaming little angels. He then carefully placed the
photo back in its gold frame.
He had many more photos of his 2 favorite girls. Some
of the photos with the girls by themselves, others with
their parents and baby siblings, some with different
kinds of clothes (he loved the way they dressed up in
their cute little colorful outfits, revealing summer
kit which outdid their young age, or the cute little
pink tracksuits they would be rugged up in during the
cold of winter), there were also photos of them with
Santa Claus and even quite a few photos of them with
him! Each of those moments with the girls he recalled
with great fondness. He knew they had a great day with
him, but he had it even better enjoying the sight of
their gorgeous and irresistible little bodies and pure
innocence.
He opened his locked safe and scrummaged around at the
photos, he then picked up his other precious trophies,
a neatly folded hot pink cotton panty with red love
hearts dotted around it. He held it up and appreciated
its tiny size, imagining again the figure Ryanne had to
match it. He then inhaled the sweetly scent of little
girl’s body. Next he carefully folded it back in the
safe and took out another pair, this time Marti’s
somewhat faded white cotton panty with little yellow
ducks as the pattern. He again induced that faint aroma
of her before replacing it neatly in the safe. He had
obtained them at the perfect time of harvest, when the
girls had worn them, but not yet soiled them and they
had not been washed.
Elliot was thinking about them hard now, pumping
himself up for what may be the beginning of the
greatest moment he would ever experience in his life.
His freaky cock was raging rock hard in his pants as he
dreamed of 7-year-old Ryanne and 6-year-old Marti.
Those 2 adorable little virgin fuck muffins he could
never get his mind off. He glanced down at the obscene
bulge in his pants in wonderment at the pain, terror
and destitution it could cause on the young female
flesh. It was gonna be a good time, a great time! Could
there be anything to top being in the presence of the
most beautiful 6-year-old and 7-year-old baby cunts
around for a pedo?
"Hey Elliot. Thanks for taking the girls. We appreciate
it."
"No problem. The pleasure’s all mine, really. I think
it will be a good experience for them. Make them grow
up a bit faster."
"Uncle Elliot!" both girls echoed behind their father
after stepping out of the car and brushed past him to
hug Strainer around his waist, almost knocking him
over. His legs felt pretty weak at the first sight of
the two little teases. He found it amusing that they
were so close to the part of his body that they would
do anything to get away from later on. He had to step
back a bit and ease them off. A protruding penis is one
of the worst ways to greet your guests.
"Whoa, you’ve gotten strong. I hope my two favorite
little princesses are ready for some fun. Did you bring
everything I told you to?"
"Oh yes!" both girls released their hugs and held up
their little carry bags to assure him they had packed
everything for their camping adventure.
"Good girls. You’re both so clever."
"Alright Elliot, I gotta take Halen to the match. It’s
a shame he didn’t want to go camping as well. I dunno.
Maybe he needs a break from his sisters or something.
But he still has 2 younger ones at home to worry
about." Both men laughed. "Thanks again for taking the
girls." Their daddy then leant down and looked
seriously at Ryanne and Marti, "Now you two behave
yourselves. Do what uncle Elliot tells you and don’t
cause any trouble, ok? And don’t get homesick, it’s
only a weekend and you said you wanted to go camping
with him over and over again, and now you’ve got it. So
just have a good time and remember daddy loves you."
He smiled at his daughters and ruffled their hair and
engulfed them both in a big hug. They closed their eyes
and hugged him back, both kissing him on his cheeks.
"We love you too daddy. We’ll be good, we promise.
There ain’t gonna be any trouble from us." Ryanne being
the oldest at a whole 7 years old spoke. Marti was
feeling a little sad kissing her daddy goodbye, and it
also reminded her of saying goodbye to her mommy at
home before they left. She could tell her mommy was
close to tears and so was she. Ryanne could sense her
little sister becoming distraught. She quickly held her
hand while they still hugged their father then looked
at little Marti. "Don’t worry Marti. I’ll look after
you. Daddy says not to get homesick. We’ll have heaps
of fun. Remember how much you wanted to go before?"
Marti slowly nodded her head.
"Ok it’s settled! You’re gonna have a great time with
uncle Elliot and mommy and me are gonna see you soon.
You’re gonna have so much fun that you’ll forget all
about us." Daddy stood up and shook Elliot’s hand,
"Again, thanks for doing this for the girls. We’ll be
off now."
The 2 girls watched their daddy get into the car after
walking the long driveway back. They saw their 5yo
brother Halen waving from the back seat. They smiled at
him and waved back cutely. As their father and brother
drove off, it suddenly hit them that they were going to
be away from their family for the first time. Both
girls felt a feeling of wariness overcome their little
bodies at the notion of loneliness as well as the
excitement that was to come, or perhaps it was because
unknown to them, ‘Uncle’ Elliot stood high above them
gleaming perversely down at the 2 vulnerable little
angel sluts that were finally his.
Strainer had known the girls’ father for a few years.
They had been in business together previously, with a
great deal of success. And when you can trust a guy
with your career and money, well you should be able to
trust him with just about anything. Since then Strainer
had weaved himself almost into their family life, of
course gaining the title of ‘uncle.’ Whenever he heard
one of the kids call him that, even the little boy
Halen, he got a hard on. The sweet little voices cooing
for him in adoration was just a fix he had to have
every so often.
He had been part of the girls’ young lives since before
their little pea brains could remember. They had always
been some of the prettiest creatures he had ever seen.
His mind was always ticking with inhuman thoughts about
them. Who could have guessed he was thinking of fucking
them, fucking little girls that called him uncle and
adored him and would become broken by a fucking.
Even during business with their father or anytime he
was with the family as ‘the nicest guy on earth,’ he
was thinking it. He had gained the girls’ love and
affection by always buying them something whenever he
saw them. When they were with him, there were no rules.
They were temporarily free from the confines and
discipline of their parents that kept them from being
rich spoilt brats. So naturally for gullible little
sluts, it was like Christmas each time they saw him.
After years of specialized grooming, it was going to
pay very handsomely. Under the pretense of a weekend in
the woods camping – the great outdoors that would be
such a great experience for the young girls, he would
have his cake and eat it so to speak. He had a second
property and house on the outskirts of the city which
he had kept secret to everyone, far from the campsite
wilderness that he had claimed. So just about
everything was set up for the weekend party, which
would probably last a bit longer than one weekend.
They were 2 good, obedient little girls though. Instead
of wearing rugged camping gear that would cover their
succulent little bodies up, he told them to wear
something light, comfortable and airy. As soon as they
stepped out of the car and ran towards him he was very
pleased with their look and attire. They just looked so
sexy and what was even better was that they didn’t even
have a clue!
Little 7-year-old Ryanne was stunning with her long
chestnut hair let loose and flowing. She was dressed in
a sky blue ‘Hello Kitty’ cut-off t-shirt that just
revealed the slightest of her drum tight tummy, from
her skirt to just below her belly button. "Young sluts
these days," Strainer smirked in his mind. She was also
wearing a pair of pretty little fake diamond earrings
that speckled in the sunlight and a pink little girl’s
Swatch watch as well as thin jade bracelet on her right
wrist. Her soft pink cotton skirt came to just above
her knees, revealing plenty of her slender, baby tanned
legs. She was wearing anklet socks and cute little
Adidas runners to top it off.
Marti was looking less tempting in her more modest
dress, but her cute 6-year-old appearance made her no
less sexy than her sister! Her little girl’s dress was
a stylish sleeveless piece that was white and patterned
intricately with pink and red roses. It too ended just
above her knees. The dress was perfectly suited to her
perfect delicate body as not being constrictingly
tight, it comfortably hugged against her smooth body
giving any one who wanted to look an ideal picture of
young girlhood.
Being somewhat less mature as well as younger than
Ryanne she hadn’t gone into getting her ears pierced or
wearing any jewellery as of yet. The 1st grader was
more of a grounded ‘mommy’s girl’ and was more
complacent in allowing her parents to dress her
modestly. Her attire was finished off with white
leather sandals showing her cute little feet.
Both girls were angelic looking baby dolls that would
melt even the hardest of men, or make them even harder.
Both looked almost alike with the noted above
exceptions. Although a par from being identical twins
they both had that silky smooth and lightly tanned skin
complexion with a touch of rose tint in their cheeks.
Ryanne stood at 4ft while Marti was 3ft 10". Strainer
had studied the girls extensively and knew how truly
innocent they were. They didn’t have much of a
rebellious streak and were both popular girls with
other kids without trying. Ryanne was very bright,
perhaps a year ahead of her class.
She was also very curious and sociable, even with
adults. She felt she had a great responsibility to look
out and protect her younger sisters and brother which
gave her an air of maturity that she didn’t really
have, although would try and act like it. They both
loved their parents so much that they would try and
stay as good girls to keep them happy. They had heard
things about this ‘sex’ thing a lot, but wanting to
stay out of trouble didn’t investigate further. She and
Marti were also as close as sisters could get, they
were inseparable, which was one of the most delightful
things about the 2 little girls.
The preteens kept waving until the car was clearly out
of sight. "Alright, Ryanne, Marti, do you two want
anything to eat or drink before we go? We can go and
get a pizza now." Elliot began grooming as he grasped
the girls close to him and led them inside the house.
"Oh no thanks Uncle Elliot we just had lunch." Ryanne
replied politely.
"You sure? Growing girls need their energy."
"We’re full thanks." Uncle Elliot is always so generous
she thought.
"Ok then, how about I show you your presents now I
bought you for the trip." He said triumphantly. Both
girls’ faces lit up in wide open smiles. Bringing them
into the lounge room he pulled out two boxes and gave
one each to the girls. They examined each face of the
box and were instantly impressed by the flashy
packaging. It was a cool looking glow lantern for each
of them, not one of those toy ones for little kids but
a real powerful one for camping.
"Wow! Thanks Uncle Elliot!" they both echoed then
hugged him again.
"Ok, just make sure you put it to good use this
weekend." He laughed, "Now girls we have to get going
real soon if we want to pitch camp before it’s too late
so you can go to the toilet now or have a drink and
then we’ll leave." Strainer at least this time gave
them their dignity in going to the toilet in private
before mock double-checking everything he needed for
the voyage.
He loaded both of them into the Mercedes SUV, quite
amused and aroused at their playful attitudes and the
small talk going on between themselves. It was a good
feeling as he ‘helped’ them up into the high ground
clearance vehicle by holding and pushing on their
bottoms and exposed thighs. It was also a bonus too
that their little dresses rode up to reveal the sight
of sheer fresh flesh and colorful cotton panties.
He couldn’t believe how they felt, skin so soft and
cool and bodies so fragile. For real, he was struggling
to contain the urge to just pin the little bitches down
on the car seats now and rape the fuck out of them and
blow away his plan that was ready to rock. It was
actually a relief when he had them strapped into the
backseats. He had to look away while setting them up,
the temptation was just too much. By the time he had
himself ready in the driver’s side he was sweating and
needed a moment to compose himself.
"Is something wrong Uncle El?" that sweet little
pixie’s voice whispered with concern behind him,
snapping him back to the moment.
"Ah, nah, nah sweetie, we’re ready to go now." With a
deep breath and a beaming grin he started the ignition.
He drove out of the city. Not talking to the girls, but
concentrating on the road. He didn’t want to die before
he went to heaven. After blabbering on like little
girls do, they gradually became less talkative,
slipping into drowsiness. Both girls occasionally shook
their heads to stay awake. They didn’t want to seem
like little sleeping babies in front of Uncle Elliot.
They couldn’t fight the slow hypnotizing rhythms of the
road travel and eventually had their heads drooped to
the side against each other on the middle seat.
Strainer looked back at them in his mirror. He began
fantasizing of many ways that would keep them wide
awake for good. A wicked smirk stretched across his
broad, stubble crossed face. The two little sweeties
with their completely relaxed bodies looked like dolls
crafted by a master craftsmen. Their little silent
breaths the only movements they made, around their
moist little mouths were forming small pools of dribble
that made their pale lips gloss and shine, just
beckoning for a milk-cock.
Strainer drove straight out of the city for 2 hours and
then back, except entering from a different direction.
The little baby cunts would think that they had gone 4
hours to Uncle Elliot’s ‘special secret camping spot’
but had really only gone across to the fringes of the
city to Uncle Elliot’s ‘special secret property to rape
Ryanne and Marti.’
If the girls woke up anytime during the drive, they
would still be unfamiliar with their surroundings, even
when they got close to the city both girls would only
see a sparse rural looking property, but with a
somewhat modern house. Even with that little smart ass
Ryanne’s wit and observational talents she wouldn’t be
able to recognize where she was. They were such
trouble-free darlings however that they were both fast
asleep when Strainer victoriously drove the booty wagon
in front of the house.
It was quite a contraposition, a small white house,
isolated in the middle of an endless field with a dirt
track leading from the highway. The house was compact
but modern. He built it so that if he was going to have
his best time there he might as well make it
comfortable.
The Merc braked hard in a bowl of dust. The long drive
had made Strainer a little slow. But now that he was
finally at home base, his nerves began tingling him
back to life, especially his cock which was fruitfully
anticipating things to come. In realization of his
success he grabbed the steering wheel and began shaking
while breaking out in hysterical laughter. Catching
hold of his senses he spun around immediately to
observe his prizes. Obviously he had gotten careless in
that moment and had even forgotten about the girls
while letting of steam as they were awoken by his
antics.
Marti woke first, still drowsy and almost forgetting
where she was, she rubbed her eyes and looked side to
side, still in a daze with her pert mouth in a little
frown. She yawned and stretched her legs and arms out
before blinking a few times and finally coming to her
senses. "Good morning sweetie. Did you have a good
sleep? We’re here now. Wakey wakey little baby." Elliot
gloated over her.
Marti giggled at him and nodded, she realized her
dribble had lined from her mouth to her chest and her
lovely black hair was strung loosely around her face.
In embarrassment she turned to look out the window at
her new surroundings. It wasn’t the running stream and
dense woodland full of scampering squirrels that she
expected, just a plain white house and a dry field
which seemed to go on forever.
Next to her, Ryanne was still stirring. Not wanting to
wake up, in a half sleepy state. Her body moving a
little but her mind still in dreamland with the fluffy
bunnies. "Marti baby, could you wake up Ryanne for me
please. And do it gently now."
Marti moved over to her older sister and tapped her
gently on her right shoulder. "Ryanne, Ryanne. We’re
here now. Wake up." She shook her a bit harder now,
"Come on, we’re here. Uncle Elliot’s waiting."
"Uh?" Ryanne opened her enchanting emerald eyes with a
start. "Oh..." In embarrassment she smiled at Elliot
and Marti who were both staring at her.
"Alright girls, up and ready. Lets load everything
inside now. It’s getting dark but we still have a long
night ahead of us." The girls sluggishly moved out of
the car, again it was all his pleasure to carry them
down one by one. He held them close to his body,
marveling in their touch and delicacy before
reluctantly placing them down at the boot of the Merc.
Both girls dragged their baby luggage tiredly to the
front steps of the solid little house.
"Is this it?" Ryanne quizzed, glancing over the
civilized monument with a little disappointment.
"Yes sweetie pie. The fun starts here." Strainer
sneered.
"I thought we were going camping and stuff, with tents
and stuff."
"We will sweet cheeks. This is just our safety base
with all our supplies in case anything bad happens.
We’ll go out with the tents and everything late
tonight. That’s what real camping is about. The best is
at nighttime."
"Oh ok. Where are we going to camp out? And what time
are we going?"
"Wow you are keen! My little-know-it-all just has to
know everything doesn’t she?" Ryanne smiled back
cheekily at Elliot’s affectionate comment. "Well, way
over there," he pointed to the far, blurry horizon "is
a forest that’s as wild as they come. It’s quite a hard
place, especially for little girls like you but I’m
sure you’ll be able to do it. I don’t think any other
kids have been able to survive camping there but I
think you’ll both do it easy." Yeah, keep on grooming,
he thought to himself. "And I guess we’ll head out at
about 2 o’clock."
Strainer’s complements on the two girls already being
able to handle the dangerous wilderness boosted their
little egos, especially Ryanne’s, enough as to knock
down their natural guards a notch. "2 o’clock?! Did you
mean at night?"
"Yeah of course Rye, it’s already five-thirty and we
can’t wait until tomorrow. We have to get everything
ready and leave then because I said late night camping
is the best way. You two girls are almost grown ups
now, you should be able to camp like grown ups." Both
preteens looked at each other in wide-eyed awe and
smiles of disbelief. They had never been up later than
9. Even when they threw their baby tantrums to stay up
it never succeeded on the argument ‘But you (mom and
dad) stay up late!’ They were very happy. Uncle Elliot
was treating them like the mature girls that they
thought they were, believing they could handle the
adult camping grounds and stay up until 2!
"What’s so funny girls?" he knew what was funny.
Both of them were giggling hysterically now. "Hehehehe.
N...nothing... Hehe." Marti was trying to hold her
mouth while looking up at him with those gorgeous
little burnt copper eyes.
"Yeah, I hope you’re still looking that fucking cute
when you’re sucking on my cock head you little slut!"
he thought, while returning a smile back to them. "It’s
no laughing matter girls. I treat you like grown ups
because I think you girls are both ready and deserve to
be treated that way because you both behave very
maturely."
Being ushered inside, the girls were impressed by the
resort-looking home. It had a clean living room which
was the centre of the house with 3 new sofas, new TV
and every other comfort. Beyond that at the back, it
divided into a kitchen and 2 bedrooms next to each
other. The relatively large bathroom was also connected
to the living room on the right side. The white floor
tiles and smooth wall and ceiling paint accentuated its
modernistic features. "So whaddya think girls? I hope
it’s good enough for princesses." Strainer gleefully
closed the door behind them. He allowed the littlies
their time to just stand at the entrance and look
around.
"Do you own this place?" Ryanne asked in wonderment.
"Sure do honey. EVERYTHING in here I own now." He just
couldn’t help himself saying that.
"Alright, now it’s time we got dinner set and you girls
all prepped up for when we leave late at night. That
room is yours," he pointed to the one on the far side
"so you can put all of your things in there. Also
there’s only one single bed so you’ll have to sleep
together, or if you don’t want to one of you can sleep
with me," he smirked. Both prepubescent sweeties smiled
back at him, thinking he was being sarcastic. Although
they’d hate to admit it, they were fine sleeping
together as they often did anyway if they wanted to
talk, or one was sad. "That’s fine? No one wants to
sleep with Uncle Elliot?" they giggled and shook their
heads shyly. "I’ll go and get dinner ready. You muffins
would be hungry by now. You can go in your room and
unpack, get comfortable or whatever."
"What are we doing after dinner until 2 o’clock?"
Ryanne questioned in a grown-up manner.
Elliot smirked, "I’m sure we’ll find something fun to
do baby." And with that he directed them to their new
dwelling space and then went to the kitchen to prepare
dinner.
"Marti! Ryanne! Come on it’s dinner time!" Strainer
laughed "You’ve seen that heaps of times, you know what
happens! You can finish watching it after dinner."
"Huh? Ok Uncle Elliot." The 2 little cherubs were
transfixed on watching The Little Mermaid again, at the
part where the King blows up all of her human objects
with that fucking awesome trident and makes his slut
daughter cry. They were just glued to it until the end
of that scene. You know how little babies and Disney
shit go. They were also visibly a little scared by all
of the blasting. They turned it off when Ariel the toon
merslut was left sobbing on the sea floor, and they
slowly got up and trotted over to the kitchen table.
Three sets of plates and cutlery were laid out next to
each other on the reasonably sized translucent plastic
topped table, a square that could seat 2 on each side.
The tots took their seats next to each other with
Elliot then having the adjacent side. Having had table
manners drilled into them and now having to use them as
they were guests at somebody else’s place, the two
little dolls sat silently at the table, making sure to
straighten their postures, toss their flowing hair back
and ensure that their hands were neatly placed on their
thighs while Strainer’s back was turned at the stove.
But he could see them in the glass reflection, he
smiled and hardened as he thought they were getting
‘all pretty’ for him.
They hadn’t eaten since lunch time and could really
smell the cooking which was making them salivate,
although they weren’t really sure what it was.
"Alrighty. I’ve got that all done." He turned to face
them as they were sitting down with perfect manners
smiling at him "Girls, have you washed your hands yet?"
"Umm...no, not yet." Ryanne admitted embarrassedly.
"Go on then. And come back quickly." They both rushed
to the bathroom. All of that posturing for nothing and
they had to have clean little hands to handle Uncle
Elliot’s cock.
Less than a minute later they came running back again,
but this time Elliot was seated and waiting for them.
As they climbed into their chairs he just sat there,
leaning over the table, leering at them and grinning.
It was a strange look, one they hadn’t seen before, all
they could do was grin back. Again they sat as
perfectly as they could without making it too obvious.
Strainer was still leaning over the table giving them
that strange look and that weird grin, it was kind of
creepy. What was he waiting for? They’d just gone and
washed their hands, and neither could think of anything
they had done wrong. "Now girls, before I serve dinner
I’d like to have a talk to you about something very
important," he was still leering at them.
Both girls nodded sternly "Ok."
"Wow... You two sweetie pies are just gorgeous,
gorgeous..." he shook his head with that grin, like in
disbelief. "You’re both just downright hot." Why was he
talking about this? They were both blushing pink now,
their rose tints were blooming and they were
uncomfortably squirming in their seats. No one had ever
called them hot before, they thought it was a naughty
‘sex’ word that only adults used. Of course they had
attracted the attention of plenty of little horny
fuckers at school, but they had only heard the notion
of ‘he likes you...’
Strainer relaxed his freak clown expression a little,
dropping the smile. "On this trip I said I’d treat you
like grown-ups." They both nodded slowly. "And you see,
if you want to be treated like an adult, you have to
behave like an adult," again both of them nodded at the
sermon. "You see, to really be an adult and grow up in
this world and be respected, you have to have sex." He
said it very matter-of-factly. Both innocent blossoms
squirmed in their seats. "Both of you are very
beautiful girls. Do any of you like any boys and
school? Come on you can tell me. I’m sure all the boys
would like to have you as a girlfriend," Strainer’s
playful expression returned.
The blossoms shook their head in giggles, either not
wanting to reveal their crushes or not as yet showing
interest in any of their male playmates. "How about
Halen? He’s a very cute boy. You ever play doctor with
him? Do you take your clothes off and he takes his
clothes off and you play around? Any of you ever kissed
him?" Strainer let out a dry, menacing laugh as he
spoke. The girls were now very embarrassed at his
insinuations about their little brother, which were in
part, true.
He reached out and held each of the girls’ hands. They
were very cautious now and he could feel them recoil at
his touch. Their soft, smooth hands were so small
compared to his massive calloused paws. They both had
nice, long and delicate fingers and nails. "Tonight I
am going to teach you about sex so that you can be full
adults. No more bedtimes, no more being told what to
do, you can do whatever you want and get whatever you
want." His cock was hardening like molten lava in the
open air at his own bullshit speech. He began stroking
their little hands and looked both of them deeply in
the eyes. "Before we eat anything, we have to get
through the first lesson."
Ryanne and Marti were now very unsure. Even though this
was Uncle Elliot, one of the closest people in their
lives, they felt it was something that only their mommy
and daddy should talk to them about, although they were
too shy and polite to tell him how uncomfortable they
were feeling. "First of all, I’d like you two to look
at each other and kiss." He knew what their reaction
would be like so he said it laughingly.
"What?!" both sweeties thought he was joking. They
looked at each other and burst into laughter, wrinkling
their dainty little noses. "Hehehehe. No way!"
The fun was over now. No more baby bullshit.
Strainer’s expression suddenly turned cold, solid, like
a predator. "Now ladies, I’m not joking. Look at each
other and then kiss." The girls stopped their giggles
immediately in reprimand. He had never spoken to them
in that tone before. It was the way their father spoke
when they had done something wrong, only 10 times
worse. The sweeties looked at each other worriedly,
reading each other’s concerns and then back at Elliot
with timorous expressions. "H...how come we have to do
that?" Ryanne quivered. She was very clever for a 7-
year-old and was aware of the sexual connotations of
kissing which she really didn’t want just yet, and
wondered why on earth he would want them to kiss. It
also felt very uncomfortable to be told by someone not
in the immediate family to go and kiss her sister. But
it was more the way he said it that made her think
there was something sinister behind it. Uncle Elliot
had never been stern with them before, and like little
girls are, the more you push them to do something the
more they back away.
"Ryanne," he paused, "I’m not going to ask again. Now,
I’ve been very patient with you two brats all day. And
if you don’t do what I say, there’s gonna be a shitload
of trouble." Strainer wasn’t playing around now. He
called them brats and he swore! Both words almost made
them jump in shock. Marti’s pretty little face bawled
up before the waterworks came. She could have held it
back, but having been spoken to like that is a lot for
a 6-year-old to take out of nowhere. She decided to let
it all out and cry, thinking that it wouldn’t make
Uncle Elliot mad at them anymore and they wouldn’t have
to kiss. That was a mistake.
SMASH! He slammed his large furry hand down on the
table and squeezed her tiny hand hard. "Look here
Marti! I’m not gonna put up with fucking cry babies
until you’ve done what you have to! Now you stop crying
right now or I’ll throw you out all alone where you’ll
be kidnapped! I mean it! You think I’m joking?!" He
pulled the little girl out of her seat and led her to
the front door. "Huh?! Huh?! Fucking little cry baby!"
"I’ll st...stop! ‘sob’ ‘sob’ I’ll
st...st...stoo‘sob’p." Marti was trying her very best
to shutup now. She was coughing and hiccupping to stop
the crying, and desperately wiping away her baby tears
and snot from her face with her free arm.
Ryanne was up as well and just about ready to cry
"P...please Uncle Elliot. Let her go. Don’t leave her
outside. We’re s...sooorrry ‘sob’ ‘sob.’ She ran after
them and tugged his shirt desperately. He looked down
at Marti who was seemingly getting under control now,
just spluttering up the last tears and trying to wipe
them away. God that made him so horny, watching that
sexy little baby cunt so desperate and scared. His
boner was now raging out of his pants but the girls
were too distraught to notice.
"Alright, that’s better." He dragged her back to the
table and sat them both down. "Now do what I said!"
Without another thought they both turned to each other,
closed their eyes, formed kissy lips and inched forward
and gave each other a quick peck before breaking away
quickly. "Not good enough. Keep your eyes open and kiss
longer." Both girls looked at each other again. Marti’s
face was a wet, sloppy, miserable mess.
Ryanne’s wasn’t too far off either. They both struggled
to keep their sad little eyes open as they moved in
again with their delicate lips peaked. When they
touched they just held it on the very edges of their
skin, visibly trying to pull away. Their dazzling eyes
wandered away from each other, around the kitchen, then
to Uncle Elliot, if only for a second before fearfully
returning back. It pained both of them to see the other
so frightened. "What the fuck’s that?!" The preteens
jumped at the instantaneous boom.
Strainer arose and walked behind to the side of the
girls. "Mmmhhpppffff!" He grabbed behind both of their
heads and pushed them closer together. Mashing their
conjoined lips together further. He could feel it. They
were both scared as sluts about to be raped. The
preteens cried and were shuddering as he held them
together.
"Keep those little vixen eyes open!" they flashed their
eyes as wide as they could in a panic. "Now my gorgeous
little veal calves. The real way to kiss sexy is you
have to open you mouths and put your tongue in your
sister’s mouth." The cuties stopped any movement
momentarily and looked into each other’s eyes in alarm.
They both thought along the lines of "That’s
disgusting! Yuck! I don’t want to put my tongue in her
mouth with all the spit and yuck and stuff and all!"
Strainer gave their heads a squeeze. "Come on then!"
Reluctantly they opened their pert mouths slightly with
their lips still locked together and poked the tips of
their delightful little tongues into the other’s moist
mouth and then they began whimpering, their crystalline
tears now flooding their baby faces.
"Put your tongues deeper inside!" It was a picture
perfect scene as he held the 2 sexy little tots
together in an unnatural embrace. Their little bodies
were straining away from each other unthinkingly and
their beautiful little faces were contorted into
visions of misery with their shiny faces awash with
tears and baby snot. He could see their little tongues
through their cheeks, struggling in instinctive disgust
to intrude deeper into the other’s mouth. Spit and
dribble were now running down the sides of their mouths
and chin. "Good baby cunts. Gooood. Now stop kissing
but stick your tongues out and lick each other’s
tongue."
He relieved the pressure and allowed them to move their
heads back to stop kissing. They kept their tongues out
however and soon there was a good 2" between their
pretty faces as they did a miniature tongue tango with
their little pink pleasure-givers. "Look into each
other’s eyes and twirl your tongues around. Yeah...
that’s it baby. That’s it. Very sexy." He observed
their torment and shame like that for another minute,
all the while rocking back and forth himself. His
pumping, painful erection was killing him. The only
relief was having it rub a little against his trousers.
The girls had noticed his strange motions and glanced
quickly at him, now noticing the obscene bulge in his
pants which they almost couldn’t believe.
When released, the adorable preteens broke away from
each other faster than Road Runner, and hid their faces
in their crossed arms while slumping over the table in
opposite directions. They had clearly had enough of
each other’s close company. In a sulk they closed their
eyes and wished they were at home in bed and they were
also sniffling and crying and rubbing against their
upper arms, trying to get the gunk away from their
mouths. Strainer put a hand on each of their arched
backs and stroked them. "Uuuhhhhrrrr!!!" they both
whined grousely and jerked away from his touch to let
him know their feelings.
"Girls...That was so hot and sexy...I had to test you
to see if you were grown ups yet...My god you passed
the test alright...You’re both ready to become
adults..." He spoke softly now, almost back to his
familiar old tone. But his voice was slow and hoarse,
like he had difficulty breathing. "I had to test if you
were ready to go camping. I’m sorry I had to be so
rough."
Ryanne gave a last sniffel before raising her tear
stained face up and turned her neck around to Elliot,
then wiping her face once more with her damp sleeve.
"U...uncle Ewiot... W...why did you have to be so
m...mean for?" Ryanne asked with a frown.
"You don’t have to worry about that baby. Adults don’t
worry about who’s being mean. Now it’s time for the
final challenge," he replied in a mock soothing tone.
"Now that you’re both big girls now, I have to rape one
of you," he said with an evil tone and smirk, while
gliding his consuming hands to Marti’s right sleeveless
shoulder and the other down Ryanne’s lower back where
as she leant over, much more delicately tanned flesh
was exposed by her blue Hello Kitty cutoff T.
Both of them gasped at the sudden touch of his rough
hands on their bare, sensitive skin, as well as the
understanding that he was going to ‘rape’ one of them.
After what he made them do before it couldn’t be good.
"So, do you bumpkins know what rape is?" he asked in
smug satisfaction. They both had heard the word plenty
of times on the news on TV and knew it was a very bad
thing.
"I...it’s when you hit somebody with a rake... I don’t
want you to do that to me Uncle Elliot... Please... I
don’t want to be a gr...grown up anymore..." Ryanne was
very scared.
Strainer cracked up in an evil bellow at her answer.
The girls obviously didn’t find it as funny as he did
as he shook them hard as he keeled over in roaring
laughter. "HAHAHAHA!.... No sweetie. Rape is when you
have sex with somebody when they don’t want to." He was
pleasantly amused at their reactions.
Both of them gasped again in strained little squeaks.
He was going to have sex with one of them! "We...We
don’t want to have sex Uncle Elliot! We’re too young!
I...I don’t want to be a grown up anymore... I want to
‘sob’ go home!" Ryanne blurted out in a panic before
crying like a baby again. Marti quickly followed suit.
"No one’s going home baby!" he began pinching their
exposed flesh. "I’m going to fuck one of you right now!
I don’t care which cunt I break as long as I have your
sweet preteen virgin pussies now!" He grabbed the back
of their clothes and held them up, gleering at both
crying little girls. "Which one’s it gonna be?! Who’s
gonna be my little slut first?!" The 2 of them wriggled
their bodies in terror, trying to escape the grip of
the madman.
"Stop it Uncle Elwiot! P...’sniff’ Pleeeease! My daddy
and mommy don’t want me to have s...sex! W...why do you
want to have s...sex with us?" Rye sobbed pathetically,
unable to comprehend why her beloved Uncle Elliot would
want to defile her.
"Because you’re the sexiest, hottest little bitches
I’ve seen! You little fucking cock teases! Think you
can get any man horny when you walk past him all the
time huh?! Without actually doing the deed?! I’m going
to teach you...! It’s time you give your tight, sexy
lil’ girls’ bodies up for mankind!" He shook them
again, "I’ll let you pick who gets fucked first. How’s
that?"
"I want to go home!" the helpless 6-year-old Marti
cried, the little lamb just couldn’t take it. "Pleeease
let us go... ‘sob’ ‘sob’ I haven’t been a bad g...’sob’
girl..."
"Alright my sweet little Marti-ni... I think you’ve
just volunteered yourself. You’re gonna have a great
time having sex with your Uncle Elliot, and when I’m
done fucking you, your daddy and momma won’t want you
anymore because you’ve been a bad girl that’s had sex
and that nobody wants..." he said it with an
uncompassionate, sleazy emphasis, mocking the 6-year-
old child’s sad and helpless predicament. She opened
her little swallow’s mouth and her dark eyes wide and
shook her head, trying to retract what she said and
apologize, but she was just too terrified to speak.
"That’s it my sugar bun..." He dived in and attacked
her vulnerable open mouth, blanketing her face with his
and engulfing her moist young mouth with his revolting
purple tongue, the size of half her face!
"Mmmmppphhhfffff...!" she was in true shock horror at
this vile attack on her innocence by such a powerful
man. She could feel his aggression on her as he
consumed her mouth and face. Her sensitive soft skin
was being scraped by his unkempt whiskers and his arm
was now squeezing right around her slim body, causing
her real physical discomfort, however the worse part
was that he was kissing her the way he made her kiss
her sister!
Ryanne watched on in horror and the incredible amount
of guilt that a 7-year-old baby cunt easily develops.
Her little sister Marti, her real best friend, the one
she had always protected and looked after since they
were nipple suckers, was bearing the brunt of the
vicious assault by a man they both loved deeply. She
was the one that convinced Marti to come along with
her, even though she didn’t really want to, and now
because her little sister had trusted her to go with
her she was now paying the price.
"Stop it Uncle El! Leave her alone. Pleeease! She
didn’t mean to say that! We’re sorry! WE’RE SORRY!!!"
she screamed out in a shrill, forsaken squeak as she
tried to grab for Marti, but unfortunately was held far
apart by Strainer’s other arm. "U...unc..cle... stop
kissing her...Y...you’re hurting her...STOP IT...!" But
he took no notice. The beautiful 7-year-old collapsed
and cried against his hairy arm in resignation.
Marti’s little mind was running round in a panic. He
shouldn’t be kissing me like this, he’s so much older
and he’s ‘Uncle.’ His disgustingly big tongue in her
mouth and all of his spit spewing around made the
little angel squeamish, she felt like she was drowning
as he sucked on her face like an animal. Drool was
running down her doughy cheeks as she tried not to
swallow any of his saliva but push it out with her own
little pink tongue.
Her flailing attempts to get him out by pressing her
tongue against his only heightened his animalistic
arousal. After enjoying the struggling child for a few
more moments he ended the kiss-of-rape and gave her a
perverse, sloppy lick along her upper lip and to her
left cheek while grinning in satisfaction. Marti was
shivering now, her eyes were blank and it seemed their
normally captivating dark tint had slipped into a
shining gray before she squeezed her eyes shut and
began wailing.
Strainer still had hold of her when he heard some
dribbling drum beats. He knew what it was. Dam! Could
this slut get any sexier? He looked down expectantly as
he saw the pool of lemon-tang liquid splashing over his
chair and table in a weak trickle. He traced the line
of baby piss upwards to her perfect little dangling
feet and ankles, and up to her tanned and shapely legs
which were paralyzed still and spread wide because of
her embarrassment. The lower seams of her pretty white
dress were now dark and damp with a piss puddle. Her
lower body and legs were dazzling, shining with her own
piss as if she were at a pool for a photo shoot.
"Shhhh baby..." He mocked. "How about I make it all
better now, you just lie down on the table here," he
put Ryanne down with his other arm and cradled Marti
face up on the table, "and now we can have sex baby.
You’ll never forget this for the rest of your life. You
have given yourself to me baby doll..." he began
reaching for the buttons underneath her to undo her
dress, then began peeling it off from the top while she
weakly tried to push his ravenous hands away. She did
it so pathetically it was more like letting him know
she didn’t want him to, rather than real resistance.
She turned her head to the left side, not wanting to
face him and she cried further.
"U...unc ‘sob’ cle...S ...‘sniff’ ‘sob’ sto...p. P...p
‘sob’ plee...heeaase ‘sniff’ ‘sob.’ I...I’m
s...s...s...so..horry..." she thought he was molesting
her because she ‘wet’ all of his furniture.
"No Uncle Elliot! Stop hurting her! I’m s...sorry ‘sob’
M...Marti... Pleeease Uncle Elliot... You can have sex
with me inste...stead... Pleeease leave her alone..."
Ryanne was blabbering through tears as she crawled
across the table to the scene and softly tried to pull
his furry tree trunk arms away from her baby sister.
Strainer looked down at the delicious meal served in
front of him on the table. 2 little girls he had been
obsessed about for years were now at his mercy. Now he
had a sobbing, beauteous 7-year-old girl crawling and
tugging at him, looking at him with glistening green
eyes in submission, now just begging him for sex. He
let go of Marti’s dress, much to her relief and pat
Ryanne on the head.
He sighed, "Alright sweetie. You know, I’ve wanted to
rape you for years and now you’re just giving yourself
to me. Better than all those shitty little craft pieces
you give me for my birthday." He turned to Marti,
"You’re a lucky girl to have a big sister like that.
Too bad she’s a slut!" he sneered. They didn’t know
what it meant, but it sounded like a very bad and
hurtful swear word. Why was he being so mean to them?
In realization of her sacrifice Marti turned to look at
Ryanne who was now shielding her from Elliot. She
suddenly felt like getting up and held her sister’s
hand, "Ryanne... ‘sob’..."
"It’s ok Marti. I’m sorry..."
"Aww...ain’t that sweet. I’m sorry Marti baby but
there’s been a change of plan, it seems we all want it
to work out that I get to rape Ryanne now is that
right?"
Marti in a glimmer of courage from holding her sister
said "N...no. Why are you hurting us Uncle Elliot? We
l...love you. You don’t have to rape any of us. We
suppose to go c...camping... Will you let us go home?
We promise we won’t tell daddy or mommy if you don’t
want us to..." the girls rested their final appeal by
embracing each other for comfort and protection. They
looked just like in his favorite photo, except their
dazzling smiling faces were replaced by shiny tear
stained expressions of terror and Marti’s ripped
collar.
Strainer reached his hand out slowly, and brushed
Ryanne’s fluent hair away from her face which had stuck
from her moist tears. He then stroked her face before
sliding his had down to her neck and rubbed it. "Lets
not waste anymore time Rye-baby," he whispered
menacingly. He forced his hand in between the two
sisters and separated them, pushing Ryanne’s small 4ft
body down into a laying position. Marti was reluctant
to let go of her beloved savior as Ryanne was lowered
to her doom.
When Marti finally let go, she hung her head in her
hands in shame. "Ah ah ah ah..." Strainer pulled her
hands away from her face roughly and waved his finger
at the poor girl, "You’re going to have to watch every
single moment of your big sister having sex with Uncle
Elliot, and you better pickup what’s happening
quickly." Without a further moment he turned his
attentions to little Rye lying flat on the table, she
could feel her body tingling in embarrassment as her
cutoff T rode up, going above her belly button and
exposing her wonderfully sexy and flat tummy flesh.
Without looking, she could definitely sense that he was
ogling her baby body.
In savoring his victory, Strainer slowly concentrated
his devouring sight on her wriggling little feet, so
small and clean and perfectly shaped, then up to her
ankles and then up the long trail of her long, slightly
tanned and slender little girl’s legs, her little skirt
was bunching up, exposing more of her creamy thighs,
although not her panties. Then of course up to her
sexy, exposed drum tight tummy, he just had to feel
that body... He reached down and held her mid section
around the side and began massaging her belly.
She was like a rag doll as her small body jerked in
unison to his squeezes. Her skin was so soft and smooth
while her body was taut and firm like the blossoming 7-
year-old she was. While continuing to do that he
resumed his sickening rubbernecking of her little body,
his eyes roaming up her Hello Kitty T-shirt then to her
beautiful and miserable little face. Her eyes were
blinking, like she was wishing to her fairy godmother
to magically transport her home. He touched her
forehead and stroked her face at which she whimpered
helplessly.
"Now baby, we’re going to begin. I’ve waited for this a
longtime now. Well, it’s only right that we should have
sex, seeing that you’re so pretty." He gave her a
gentle kiss on her petal lips. "First of all, I have to
ask you... do you know what sex is?"
She nodded her head slowly, "It’s w...what adults do...
w...when they love each other..."
"Hmmhmm," he smirked. "Well I love you and you love me
and we’re both adults now, so I guess you’re right. But
Rye sweetie, can you tell me what people do when they
are having sex?"
It took her a few seconds to respond, "Th...they
t...take their clothes off and k...kiss..." She was too
embarrassed to say anything else.
"Is that all sweetie pie?"
"A...and the m...man sometimes sucks on the woman’s
tee-tees..."
"Ah... so that’s sex is it?" she nodded her head
snappily. "Well, that sound’s great. So lets get
started!"
Strainer attacked, and began viciously tearing at her
clothing. He ripped her T-shirt right of her head
before she knew what was happening and threw it onto
the floor. Her pure, innocent angel body was before
him. Not an ounce of fat, but not unnaturally skinny
either, just a panel of succulent, young 7-year-old
flesh. He looked at her baby nips, they were perfectly
colored a very pale brown, just about pink. Of course
the prepubescent fuck bunny hadn’t developed mammaries
yet, but her flat chest and sexy little nipples stood
out proudly in place. "So is this sex huh?! Is it?!
Yeah little bitch...!" He began mauling her baby nips
roughly with his hands, she screamed and cried and
tried to push him away. She was terrified for her life
as he attacked her body like a beast and started
slobbering over her ‘tee-tees’ and sucking and biting
her nipplets. She felt so violated, it was one of her
body parts that her mommy told her not to let other
people touch, but she was doing just that. She felt
like a bad, bad girl and was overcome with guilt for
betraying her mommy.
Strainer inhaled deeply the scent of her budding chest.
So sweet and fragrant, a smell you can’t get anywhere
else for sure! He resumed suckling her nips and lightly
nibbling on them, enough to cause pain, but not enough
to puncture. His strong arms had her held around her
back and were pushing her body against his ravenous
face. She yelped out in pain and tried to break free to
no avail. "Baby you taste so gooood.... Mmmm... Such
nice nipplets..."
Suddenly he felt a strong tug at his shirt, "Get off
her! Pleeease stop! You’re hurting her! Don’t hurt my
sister! Uncle Elliot... pleeeease... AHHHH!" SMACK! The
little 6-year-old cunt was silenced by a manly backhand
which knocked her all the way to the other side of the
table. Hitting her felt almost as good as enjoying
Ryanne’s baby breasts.
After 5 mins of a thorough baby breast mauling, they
were now swollen and reddened and very sore, as well as
with his disgusting slop all over her chest. Her
nipples stood out from her chest slightly enlarged and
puffy. What a sight! Ryanne’s naked torso with her
beautiful figure and body and belly and her delicious
sexy nipplets was perfect. Elliot smoothed his hands
down her body to her belly, and pressed his thumbs into
her belly button, causing her considerable discomfort.
"You like that?! Huh?! Yeah! What a hot little tummy
you have!" He pressed again with an evil smile on his
face, she tossed her legs up and her head back in pain.
His next target was the removal of her cute, pink
cotton skirt. No hassle. RIP! He tore it right off her
body and held it up for her to see before throwing it
on the floor as well.
WOW! He could see all of her hot legs now. So slender
and shapely and in perfect proportion to her 7-year-old
body, and like the rest of her was very firm. Her
delicate yellow tan was consistent. Her smooth baby
thighs were now spread. He ran his hands up and down
them, which made her tingle. He tickled her sensitive
inner thighs, just thinking that this was the beginning
of her baby fuck canal. He next turned his attentions
to her sexy panties. They were yellow with white flying
elephants decorating them. Cotton stretched tight
across her pelvis, the last bastion of defense before
her undeveloped 7-year-old vagina. He slowly grabbed
the sides of the elastic before slightly sliding them
down her legs, like he was undoing the last ribbon of
the greatest present he had ever received.
"Ahhhh..." He whispered coarsely as he slid her cotton
panties down to her thighs, revealing her bald baby
slit, untouched, pristine, virgin. It was the most
beautiful thing he had ever seen. Between her legs was
a small vertical slit that was still closed shut with a
little white ‘baby button’ on the top. The whole sight
was spectacular - her spread open thighs and her baby
pussy all hairless and smooth and no tan marks.
They would be so sensitive to cock and pain. Even
though her legs were spread wide, her baby pussy was
still closed off like a slit, barely even a hole. If
the rest of her vagina was like that further in, it
would take a great deal of effort and pleasure to –
widen her. Barely breathing, he slid the rest of her
baby elephant panties off her sheer legs. Now before
him was the most delectable 7-year-old girl, naked,
ready and offered before him as a worthy cock banquet.
"Now my precious little girl, there’s something I have
to tell you about sex before I rape you..." the pedo
stroked his right hand across her inner thigh and over
to her privates at which she instinctively closed her
legs, "Ah ah ah..." He reprimanded as he spread them
wide open again. His rough, calloused hands rubbed her
tiny baby clit and then her smooth, baby soft slit with
his palm. She felt a strange, uncomfortable tingling
there that made her fidget. He laughed, "Yeah, that’s
my little slut. Such a sexy little girl. Ryanne, I want
you to tell me what this part of your body is called,"
he gave her perfect baby pussy a pat.
"Th...that’s my v...vagina. ‘sob’ M...mommy said I
sh...shouldn’t let anyone see or touch me there...
‘sob’ ‘sob"
"Ah, ok. Well aren’t you a naughty little girl,
obviously you have disappointed your mother now haven’t
you? What else do you call your vagina?"
"M...my wee-wee...?"
"So what does your wee-wee do?"
The poor little sweet meat was more embarrassed and
ashamed than anything else, blushing, and reluctant to
say what its dirty function was. "I...it makes me go to
the toilet and do a wee... ‘sob’ ‘sob’ ‘sob"
"It makes you go wee? Is that all it does?" the young
female child nodded her head cautiously with her mouth
slightly open, showing her uncertainty. Her face was a
shining wet mess of tears that accentuated her petal
lips to now make them a deeper red, in contrast to her
perfect white teeth. What is he talking about? Why
would he be interested in her wee-wee?
"Well you see honey, sex isn’t exactly what you told me
it is. Sure you can do that as well when having sex,
but real sex is... Listen closely now...It’s when a man
goes and puts his penis inside your wee-wee."
"Uh...Huh...?!" The innocent and naïve little girl was
shocked at such a strange definition. It sounded so
awful and disgusting! He wanted to put his pee-pee into
her wee-wee?! Where they would mix each other’s piss
and he could piss inside her? Or all of his dried piss
on his pee-pee would get in her? What if it made her
sick? Not only was her confused little brain filled
with that but also in her mind popped up the only 2
penises she had ever seen, her father’s and her 5yo
brother’s.
Like little children do, run around naked together
sometimes and play naked and thinking they were being
‘naughty,’ she had seen and even played around with
Halen’s little squirter many times. But it was so small
and soft and soggy, how could he possibly keep it
inside of her tight wee-wee? Next she thought of her
dad’s cock. She had seen it quite a lot when he pissed
or had a shower, it was pretty big she thought, as she
was used to seeing Halen’s baby boy cock. She thought
it looked pretty funny, those wavy black hairs and then
this longish, soggy tube springing out of it and a
wrinkly sack underneath.
His adult flaccid cock could fit into her, she thought,
but it was soft also, and how would he squeeze it in?
She had wanted to play with her daddy’s willy before
because it looked so funny. If she did then she would
have found out earlier that the cock is a truly mighty
object that goes hard, rigid and grows like a beast,
and that’s how it can get forced into her undeveloped
vagina! Her parting thoughts were more questions, why
would somebody want to have sex? It would feel so
disgusting and uncomfortable to have something inside
of her body and especially where all their piss comes
out of!
Her panicky thoughts were rudely interrupted, "I want
you to watch this..." In no time, he reached at the
front of his pants and ripped open the detachable
fabric, his massive and gruesome 8 ½ incher sprung to
life in all its veiny, erect and muscley glory,
releasing an awesome stench which was almost as
shocking to the girls than its appearance! Equally
disgusting was the obscene, bulbous purple head that
was leaking a clear, thick slime out of the pee hole.
7-year-old Ryanne, pinned naked and spread, gasped in
horror at the giant organ, the likes of which she had
never seen before. Saying she was scared, was perhaps a
bit more than an understatement. You see, you have to
understand that a vulnerable and innocent 7-year-old
girl is naked and lain out on a table, having never
seen an erect penis before and is suddenly confronted
by a brutal raging hard-on of 8 ½", which by her
standards looks like half her body length. And she is
also told that it is going to be forced inside of her
sensitive little body through her virgin wee-wee, as if
she was going to be punched there with a baseball bat.
Strainer laughed wickedly, obviously delighted with
himself and the reaction of his virgin captive. "Have a
look my little cum princess. You see, this is a penis
right here, and I don’t care what you think, but it IS
going inside your vagina and I am going to rape you and
we are going to have sex," he said methodically. As you
can imagine, the sweet child instinctively closed her
sexy legs shut, imagining the pains in her pussy and
her belly should he try to rape her. She also reached
her hands down to her pussy and cupped it, trying to
protect it, and again she tossed her head back and
began bawling and crying her eyes out.
"Look sweetie, I know you’re scared, so I’m not going
to lie to you, it’s going to hurt...a lot. So you might
as well get it over and done with now you see. I’m not
going to ask this again, so if you don’t do this now I
will get very mad. Ok sugar buns...? Take you hands
away and spread your legs wide." Ryanne sniffled loudly
as she very reluctantly spread her legs and dropped her
arms to the side. Why did he have to be so cruel when
she loved him so much?
"That’s a girl..." Holding his breath he slowly lowered
his boiling and bubbling cock over her tiny body. She
whimpered and spluttered at his approach helplessly.
"Shhh...that’s a good girl..." He stroked her hair. He
rested his bloated ball sack against her inner thighs
and cunny slit and smothered his penis over her panel-
flat tummy. He could tell she wanted to be someplace
else. Looking down, they both saw Strainer’s mighty
phallus over her belly and how large it was. It looked
so big compared to her. It went past her belly button
and halfway to her torso.
"Ahhh..." he breathed in at the sight, while she was
staring at it intently and in disbelief. "Wow baby,
once I get this inside I’ll have to force it all the
way up your belly! See, look how far it goes!"
"U...’sob’ uncle Elliot pl...please don’t h...hurt me.
I...I’m a good girl...’sob’ pleeease." She broke down,
again. It was like he was going to inject her with a
medical needle that they both knew she didn’t need.
Strainer slid his cock down her belly, leaving a trail
of sticky precum. He left his cock head over her cute
belly button, letting the juice pool there. As his cock
lowered to the vaginal point of penetration she
slighted her legs closer together at which he spread
them open again with his masculine strength.
Hot dam! He couldn’t believe how good the top of her
hairless baby pussy pubic mound felt on his frenulum.
Only now did he realize how small she was. His cock
head took up the whole space! "Oh my fucking God...
aaahhhh..." he groaned.
Finally, after years of waiting, he lined his hard
unrelenting cock up against her ‘barely-there’ little
7-year-old girl’s slit, her legs spread wide, he
reckoned he could barely fit his pinky in there. She
was hyperventilating in panic now. "Don’t worry
sweetie, babies come out of pussies here. So they can
stretch pretty far." But babies come out of tummies she
thought! How could she believe anything he said now?
"Ahh...spread wider!" he forced her legs further apart,
although there was hardly any to give, her joints were
almost at their limits.
"Marti! Come over here now! I want you to watch every
single second of this you little cock teasing whore...!
I said fucking get up here now!" he grabbed the broken
6-year-old and threw her onto the table with them. "Now
crawl over here and watch me skewer your slutty big
sister with my cock! You’re going to understand real
sexual intercourse today!"
His pedo cock was now ready to rape as he connected his
tip with Rye’s slightly swollen and moistened baby
cunt. The thick, protruding lips on either side of her
baby cunt were an alluring invitation to the juicy
depths in between. He applied the first pressure when
he climbed up on the table and held her thin waist. It
was a truly awe-inspiring sight, a 6ft rugged male over
the top of a crying 4ft 7-year-old girl.
Ryanne felt his solid battering ram push against her
baby pussy lips, the tip catching just the slightest
grip against her vaginal hole before sliding off onto
her belly. The force he pushed with caused some
physical discomfort to her sensual region from which
her imaginative mind made her think of the further pain
to come when he tore open her vagina with his cock and
forced it all the way into her.
Strainer smirked as he lined his nuclear torpedo up
against the soft target again. "Noooo...! ‘sob’ ‘sob’
Uncle Elliot... Don’t! Pleee...heeeaase ‘sob’ ‘sob’ It
hurts! It hurts! Stop...Pwwweeeezzzee!...I..I’m
s...’sob’ sorrrry... Uuuhhhhh...I don’t want to have
sex! Plleeaase let me go... I’ll be a good girl...I
want to go h..h...home...! Noooo... Uncle
Elliuuuut...!" The little slut was shaking away for
dear life and even had the nerve to push his cock away
from her and try and push him away.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!..." Little fucking slut! Teach
you to say no to me! Don’t you ever, EVER fight back
against Uncle Elliot!" SLAP! "You..." SLAP! "fucking
hear me?!" 7-year-old Ryanne was duly put in her place
by a series of powerful slaps and backhands, reddening
her pretty face and sending her into a daze. She gave
out one loud cry before shutting her eyes as tight as
she could and covering her face with her hands and
sobbing weakly. She was the most helpless of children.
"Open your eyes Ryanne and have a look at what’s
happening!" she obeyed straight away, although her
vision was a miserable blur from tears and the beating.
Strainer grasped his cock mid-shaft with his right hand
and held down her chest with his other and his spread
fingers pinching on her sore nipples. He leant over her
fully now before driving his monster cock head against
her baby cunt. At first it was only sliding up and down
the slit before enough effort was sustained for it to
force her opening wide enough to fit just the tip of
his leaking prick inside,
"Wider!...Wider!...Aaarrgghhh...good...ah fuck...ah
jesus...ah god fuck...ah fuck little tight
virgin...fuck baby 7-year-old fuck cunt...comon
sweetie...yeah that’s it...fuck so
tight...aarrrgghhh...baby pussy...yeeessss..."
Ryanne watched on in sniffles and horror as she was
overshadowed and covered in darkness by a man who was
forcing his flashlight sized cock inside her body, her
private parts. She had spread her little legs wide for
him and now he was pushing with all his strength to get
his boulder inside her small cavern. It was even worse
that he made her look at it. She saw just how much more
effort he had to hurt her with until he got it inside
of her wee-wee. He was holding down on her baby breasts
to keep her from sliding all the way off the table
while he kept driving and forcing that cock as it dug
for an opening.
Now the beginning of the real pain kicked in as her
feeble body finally gave in to his powerful MALE
pressures. Her taut little lips began to part as his
powerful cock began penetration of her undeveloped
vagina. What began as a faint tension now felt like all
out butchery as her tiny pussy entrance was stretched
beyond sensible limits to accommodate his bloated prick
head raw. The little girl was lost for a voice as she
tensed her face and ‘coughed’ up tears. She felt like
he and 6 other men were tearing her vagina apart with
their hands! All she could do now was spread her legs
even wider to attempt to ease his cock in as there was
no way that it would be taken out now!
Strainer pulled her head downwards by her hair so that
she would have to look at their penetration, their
mismatched bodies being fused between her legs. His
cock head was only halfway in now and she thought she
could see it bulging out of her body. Her legs were
spread wide and kicking out to her sides. "Still a long
way to go yet baby..." He whispered nastily and they
both saw how much more brutal fucking would have to be
endured along his shaft. As he pushed further you can
imagine how it felt with half his swollen cock head
inside the tightest 7-year-old baby cunt which he had
to exert all of his strength to get inside. The sexy
sight of his cock literally stuck inside of her made
him want more!
He forced deeper now "Yaaahaaaahaaa...!
Iiieeeerrrrrhhhh...! Aaarrgghhh!" he had hit baby
virgin hymen and stopped. He laughed in delight as he
looked down at her, squeezing and squealing out tears
like anything. He thought she would have run dry by
now. Her body was heaving and breathing heavily while
her little legs were wriggling outwards, and in between
was a red pole half as big as those legs, stuck in
between her obscenely stretched vaginal entrance.
Savoring the moment of her little girl’s hymen he
thought of the thin membrane that barred entrance to
the rest of her sacred passage and the marker of her
virginity. "You’re gonna bleed now baby...
AAARRRRGGGHHHHH CUUUUNNT!!!" he yelled as he lunged his
whole body downwards and butchered and tore through her
hymen and forced his cock deeper inside of her body.
"UUUUHHHH!...UH!...uurrgghhh..." his yells were met
with her screams of agony with the most excruciating
pain that she couldn’t even comprehend, like she had
been stabbed with a giant knife and her vagina was
being torn. Her tiny body writhed in pain and she
twisted around on the table like a shocked slut, her
legs were kicking wildly and her little toes were
curled up and her fingernails were scratching against
the table desperately. However the worst part for her
was that he continued to pull her face down with her
hair so she could see the vicious penetration of her
body for herself.
Now with a bit more than his entire cruel cock head
inside of her she could see the bulge near her belly
and blood, her own viscous, bright red blood was now
dripping freely at the stretched point of penetration.
Pooling between her legs and dripping down her body to
her tiny butt hole as well as it having spattered over
her inner thighs and everywhere around her vagina like
a red circle. And in between was his terrible
bloodstained cock stabbing the life out of her between
her legs which now had her pussy lips stretched almost
inside out. Ryanne’s weakening body was soon reduced to
a limp convulsing.
"Aaarrrggghhhh...jesus...Ryanne you sexy baby
slut...aaarrrggghh..." he wasn’t even half way through
but he knew this was the best sex he had ever had. His
cock head was being clutched with everything by her
bare little pussy. The sensation of tearing through her
baby hymen and then feeling the child’s blood ooze
around his cock was simply amazing. She was like a
stuck pig, skewered by his giant harpoon, such was the
impact. Her little vagina was more like an open wound
now rather than a natural opening to allow a MALE’S
cock. Even more incredible was the feeling of her pussy
beyond her hymen, her vaginal walls were almost closed
completely shut because of her young age and immaturity
as well as the fact that nothing had ever been through
there before. The one inch he pushed forward required
all of his strength to hold her agonized little body
down as well as penetrate and force her open.
Ryanne’s world was a haze of pain, her vision was
blurry and her body felt so weak that she thought she
would collapse into the table, despite her beautiful
little body still shaking with any spare energy she had
left. If they couldn’t actually see the bulge in her
belly from his intruding cock, they could sure as hell
imagine it there, an 8 ½ incher stuck partly and forced
up inside her tight 7-year-old body! Her whole region
was now a mass of pain. She thought she would die from
his penis stabbing at her insides. Her belly was
feeling stretched and even her asshole began to hurt
with a throbbing, intense pain. "Uuuhhh...!
Ahuh...ahuh...ugh...’sob’ ‘sob’ I w...want my
mooo...mmmyyy!!!" Obviously she wasn’t such a big girl
the way she cried out.
"Hmmm baby...let me guess where your cervix is..." he
felt around and pressed her pubic mound, about 2" from
where he figured his cock was, "no...a bit high. Dam
baby you’re a narrow whore... How about here?" he
pressed half an inch lower, "Yeah I think so..." he
laughed.
"Mooo...mooo....mmeeeyyyy....UUUHHHHH!!!" she screamed
as he thrust like a maniac through the pinhole 1 ½"
with his solid steel up to the point. Her baby vagina
was bleeding from being torn by his cock, lubricating
his right of internal passage. Her body was convulsing
weakly as she lay there underneath him, bloodily
skewered by his meaty rod. She was biting her lip
trying to distract from the pain.
Strainer paused his attack momentarily, to catch his
breath. He wanted to feel her divine baby cervix on his
prick tip although not batter it or cause permanent
damage. He wanted her perfectly intact for many more
fun moments! His penetration had ceased and they were
both still, him enjoying the blissful moment while she
was temporarily relieved of increased pain. Her legs
were spread wide where their bodies joined, her body
covered in baby sweat and blood and she was
hyperventilating. Even as they were both still, her
baby pussy was spasming so tight around his cock that
it was bringing his balls to boiling point. He gently
thrust a millimeter further, and hit paydirt! As soon
as he felt her body constricting around his veiny pulp
and a firm fleshy barrier, she jumped up like
lightning! He kept her pinned down as he nailed his
cock into the same blissful position inside of her,
right up against her cervix, as she writhed like crazy
she kept rupturing the walls of her own vaginal
passage, her blood and juices continued to flow around
his veiny muscle.
The unbearable pain felt to her that he had really
struck an organ in her or something, like he had
skewered all the way through her stomach. Unable to
voice her anguish, she could only struggle, wriggling
and twisting, now trying to push him off her little
body to no avail. She left a trail of sweat underneath
her on the table and smeared blood near her punctured
pussy. Strainer just felt amazing. He had his hand over
her sweaty baby breasts with his cock in the moistest
tightest hole out.
It was great as he held down her struggles with one
hand and she was wriggling and juicing all over his
cock which was literally stuck inside of her. He
imagined it was like her little baby cunt was begging
for his cum, milking him for everything he’s got with
his tip being caressed by her firm cervical entrance
and the few inches of cock inside of her being
pleasured beyond belief.
He held position like this for another few moments
before the first spurts of cum,
"Aaarrrgghhh...Eeerrrrggghhhh...fuck...slut...wait baby
wait...aarrggh..." he tried to prolong the mighty
ejaculation as long as possible, allowing for small hot
spurts before closing off his cock every few seconds.
It was truly insane. With his final spurt he reached
his hands under her back and thumbed her baby nipplets
while looking into her beautiful shocked face, he could
hear the little slut breathing in wheezes as he pumped
her immature body full of his seminal seed.
He lifted her legs up by grabbing her ankles and tilted
her body up to a 70 degree angle to ensure all of the
good juices would drain back inside her, and continued
to gently hump his still erect penis in her wound. It
was making a very audible slushing sound. When finished
he withdrew his softened, bloodstained cock and let her
limp legs drop to the table with a thud. He was
speechless. There was not much he could say but just
look at the beautiful, broken 7-year-old little girl he
had just raped, lying battered on the table like a
sacrificial offering to the god of cock.
Ryanne awkwardly twisted her upper body to the side but
left her legs spread open. It was just too painful to
move them at all. The end and the pain was so violent
she thought he was going to kill her, she barely felt
his hot cum scalding inside of her because of her
vaginal bruising and bleeding but now it was really
stinging her. There was more blood than she had ever
seen in her life from her wee-wee and no Mickey Mouse
band-aid could fix it. She covered her head with her
hands. She didn’t want to see him. "Wow baby, look at
all the mess you’ve made! I can’t believe you bled all
over my table! And look at all the dirty sweat you put
there as well!" Ryanne sobbed at his insults, she was
expecting sympathy now that he had finished raping her.
Strainer grabbed her ankles again and closed her legs,
her swollen red little pussy was protruding from behind
now and she keeled over from the sudden pain. She was
lying on her side in a fetal position. SLAP! SLAP! Her
exposed left butt cheek was duly punished. He grabbed
hold of it and squeezed and pinched the firm mass of
succulent flesh and then rubbed his soggy cock over it,
drying off her filthy juices. The feel of her baby soft
ass, just like powder, made him hard all over again,
another raging brutal hard-on would rein punishment on
the 2 little girls.
"Wooo! Looks like he wants to go again!" Strainer
pointed amusingly at his terrifying member. Ryanne
shuddered and whimpered as best she could, there was no
way she would survive another brutal fucking! "But
first, I think I’ll have dinner." With his obscene cock
still free in the air, he walked over to the stove and
heated up the meal. "You know Ryanne baby. You’re my
special little girl, you always were. Best sex I ever
had!" He took a recovery break and began eating
straight from the pan.
Marti had seen the most terrifying and hurtful thing in
all of her 6 years. She was forced to watch the brutal
rape of her sister, watch her big sister have sex when
she wasn’t ready. Marti was literally scared shitless
and frozen in fascination as well as fear as she saw
Uncle Elliot force himself onto her sister. It was
simply amazing the way he forced his huge pecker inside
of Ryanne’s wee-wee! She couldn’t believe he actually
got it in her tiny baby twat, despite the resultant
mess.
At the same time she could feel how much agony Ryanne
was in and that she had taken her place on the cock.
She felt sickeningly ashamed at herself for not being
able to help her as well as the fact that she was
selfishly glad that she wasn’t the one being skewered.
Marti was sitting on the edge of the table, surveying
the bloody destruction around her. The table was a
stinking mess of ‘dirty fluids’ with Ryanne writhing
and crying like a smear in the middle of it.
Now that wicked Uncle Elliot was finally off and had
stopped molesting Ryanne, Marti could now go and
comfort her. The little 6-year-old tearfully crawled
across the table to her naked, broken 7-year-old
sister. As soon as she got near, Ryanne sat up and gave
her a big hug and cried on her, rubbing her face in
Marti’s dress to dry her tears and not wanting to show
her face.
Marti held on just as tight to control Ryanne’s shaking
and shivering, as she was clearly going into shock. So
the 2 darlings held onto each other for dear life,
crying on each other, both of them were too weak and
emotional to utter any words. Their actions and
expressions were enough. Marti could imagine her
beloved sister’s pussy pain when she saw all of the
blood on her legs and between her thighs as well as her
battered and swollen wee-wee. All she could do for her
was hold her tight and allow her some shelter with her
body.
Meanwhile, Elliot Strainer was leaning against the
cooking bench, having cracked open a cold beer and
devouring his home cooking, amused at his sweet,
underaged baby sluts hugging each other in all of their
anguish. His cock was breathing free and blood was
pumping into the rape machine, oiling it for much more
action. He was smiling gleefully as he slurped the beer
and ogled little Marti’s fine, fine body as she bent
over and her little flowery dress betrayed her to
reveal her petite, plain pink cotton panties.
His demon eyes followed her perfect lines, from her
cute little bare feet, her lovely unblemished and slim
legs to her panty line. Her pretty little dress covered
the rest of her tight sexy body, but he was glad he
could see the top of it torn as he had left it,
teasingly revealing glimpses of tender preteen flesh.
The two preteen sisters remained like that, not daring
to move around because Uncle Elliot the sexual abuser
was still in the room watching them. Neither of them
had gathered the courage to talk to him just yet and
they simply found a comfort away from the fear in each
other’s arms. Ryanne was also very weak after her
BRUTAL FUCKING ordeal.
"Well look at this. My 2 special little girls are
hugging each other! That’s what your daddy and your
whore mommy would want you to do isn’t it?! Be good
little slut sisters to each other. Although Ryanne, I’m
afraid they wouldn’t be too pleased with you! You’re
such a bad girl, 7 years old and you’ve already fucked!
Just think about how disappointed your daddy will be,
and what about your mommy! You’ve betrayed them Ryanne.
Just wait ‘til I tell them what you’ve done! That you
came onto your Uncle Elliot and wanted to have sex!"
Miserable little Rye started shaking her head against
her sister’s body. "Yeah, that’s right sweetie. I can’t
believe you would be such a bad girl to your parents
when they love you so much! You’re a slut Ryanne! Just
a bad ass baby slut cut of cunt! And just wait until
they find out what you’ve done, or even worse, the
police!"
Strainer was now going to further fuck up the mind of
the baby cunt. In her baffled state after the BRUTAL
FUCKING her susceptibility had gone way up. She was no
longer the attentive and bright little creature she was
when she was a virgin. Once he had this bitch secured,
he had it made.
"You do know that being an immoral slut is a crime yes?
You can go to prison for tempting a man so much that he
would rape you. Let’s see, I’ve wanted to have sex with
you for, say 4 years. That means you would be going to
jail for 4 years. But because you’re too young to go to
jail, it means that your mommy and your daddy will have
to go instead! So tell me, do you think it is right for
them to be locked up for a crime that you have done and
not them?" Ryanne shook her head and sobbed loudly, her
emotional pain finally outweighing her pussy pangs.
"Now I’m going to give you one chance. I can take you
home now, just like you were screaming that you wanted
to go home." They were listening intently now.
"However, if I do that I will have to call the police
beforehand and tell them what you’ve done. In that case
your parents will be arrested straight away and you
won’t get to see them for 4 years." Both preteen
bitches began blubbering loudly now.
"D...d..’sob’ ‘sob’ don’t s...send m...m...’sob’ mommy
and daddy to j...jail! ‘sob’ ‘sob’ ‘sob’
Pl...leeease...’sob’ ‘sob’ ‘sob’ W...why do you have to
put mommy and d...daddy in jail...’sob’ Why do you have
to c...call the police...?" Marti cried out loud, not
directly to him but just so he could hear.
"Shhh...shhhh baby doll. I don’t have a choice. If I
don’t tell the police then I’d really be breaking the
law and I wouldn’t want to do that. I’d go to jail as
well. And you don’t want me to go to jail now do you?"
He mocked with an evil smile. "But baby, no one’s going
to jail if you don’t go home you see. Then I won’t have
to call the police because your parents won’t know that
we have had sex."
"We p...promise we won’t t..ellll...’sniff"
"I’m sorry baby, if you don’t tell then I’ll have to."
There was no escaping his bullshit.
Despite the bullshit he was running their minds around,
they had fallen for it. Despite having beaten and raped
them and betrayed their innocent trust, he was still a
figure of authority, a mighty MAN to the little girls
who had, and always will know more than them. However,
on their day the girls probably could see through his
bullshit, but today just wasn’t their day!
Strainer now moved closer to the frightened little harp
seal cubs huddled on the stained table, frothy beer
streaming down his chin and meaty sauce stained all
over his shirt. A predator on the loose. "So what do
you two sweeties say? You gonna stay with your Uncle
Elliot for a while or go home to a house with no
parents? I want an answer now!"
"St..stay with y...you... ‘sob’ ‘sob"
"Well good. I’m glad you’re having fun! Now where were
we?" He approached them menacingly, his bloodstained
meat axe ready for battle. They both crunched up and
whimpered and held each other tighter.
"U...unchhle Elliotch...p...pleashe d...don’t, n...no
more... Don’t ‘sob’ hurt ushh...!" Marti’s cries for
mercy were somewhat muffled as her face was scrunched
up in Ryanne’s naked shoulder.
"Relax baby. I’m only after you now. I think Ryanne’s
had enough for now, haven’t you bitch?!" SLAP! He gave
the naked 7-year-old another cruel smack on her already
bruised butt.
"Mmmhhhhmmmm!!!!" she jumped and shrieked in pain.
Strainer then charged in and broke the two huddled
cupcakes up, ripping apart their sisterly bond
mercilessly. "Owwww!!!...Aaawwww!!!... ‘sob" Ryanne
keeled over in pain, the sudden movement made her very
sore between her legs again, she thought another hole
was torn in her. Strainer’s attentions were all on the
petrified Marti now as he grabbed her with one arm and
began tearing at her pretty floral dress with the
other. He grasped at the existing tear at the top and
ripped a strip right off to her panty line. The
remaining shreds of her clothes were quickly dispatched
as she struggled and squealed and tried frantically to
fight him off.
"S...stop pleeeeassssse...uuuhhhh!...Help! D...daddy!
Uncle Ellwiot p...pleease
st...ho...ho...hop...uuuhhh!!! ‘sob’ ‘sob’ I’m
soorryiiiieeeeee!!! Don’t hurt me
pleeease...plee..hee...heease... ‘sob’ Uhhhh!!!!!
D...don’t hurt meiiiieee!!!! Y...you already did it to
Ryanne...uuuhhhh!!! Y...you don’t need to hurt
meiieee!!! ‘sob" She was left only in her sheer pink
panties now. The remains of her clothing were now
shreds that had been tossed wildly onto the table,
adding to the scene of innocence carnage.
SMASH! Strainer slammed the struggling 6-year-old down
on the table, grasping both of her thin arms in his
beastial paw and pinning her down. His eyes were wild
with pedo lust as he looked down at her desperate,
frantic and pleading face shaking from side to side. He
reached into the elastic of her panties and tore them
right off and threw them to the floor. Sheer naked 6-
year-old ready for the rape! Now that she knew and had
seen the brutal mechanics of what sex was, she for sure
didn’t want it to happen to her!
Strainer began gently stroking her naked chest and
belly in an attempt to soothe her. He leant down and
kissed her gently on her cheek and released his tight
hold on her fragile body, instead stroking her legs and
her sides tenderly, enjoying her delectably soft and
balmy 6-year-old skin.
He had the young child ready for lullabies in no time.
While still whimpering and coughing tears, and visibly
terrified, her frantic struggles had almost ceased into
gradual movements. "That’s a girl, my sweet little
angel princess." He stroked her raven silky hair and
stared into her innocent young eyes. They were dark,
like a bottomless well for the streams of tears that
were lining her sublime face. "But you see honey. I
think you should have gone up first and got it over and
done with like Ryanne over there." He motioned to the
naked, cradled-up 7-year-old covered in bruises and
splotches of blood, shivering nearby.
"After I’ve already had sex once, when I go for the
second time it takes a lot longer and I have to pound
in a lot harder. And you’re body’s a bit smaller than
Ryanne’s. Your wee-wee is much tighter, so it’s going
to hurt a lot more!" he said it slowly and with
purpose, as if he was telling her something she’d like
to hear. But this way it gradually sunk into her little
pea brain, her eyes widened with the deepest of fears
and she clenched her legs shut and crossed her arms
around her body with all her strength. Her shell of
protection didn’t last long when Strainer forcibly
spread her body open to him amidst her screams of
protests and begs for mercy.
Ryanne could hear what Strainer said and felt even more
guilty. Her little sister would be the one bearing the
worst raping while she got away relatively easy from
the sounds of things. She didn’t know how Marti would
handle what she had endured, and now she would be raped
even worse! Her adorable little sister and her best
friend was about to get a BRUTAL FUCKING right next to
her alright.
Even before it had begun her fearful screams had been
torture to listen to. Ryanne covered up her ears and
scrunched her eyes shut, trying her uttermost to block
out the extreme sexual assault that was taking place
next to her. But it was no use, there was just nothing
else she could think of, her pea brain was occupied
only of thoughts of their present predicament and no
matter how hard she tried she couldn’t leave the scene.
Ryanne could hear Marti’s muffled screams now. They
were weak and feint, it must be him lining up his
disgusting ‘thing’ against her wee-wee. She could hear
some coughing, he must be pressing on her chest now and
pinching her tee-tees hard and she’s probably swallowed
lots of her own tears. Now she could hear her little
sister’s sweet innocent voice distorted into
desperation and screeches begging for Uncle Elliot to
stop and not to hurt her. Ryanne began renewed
whimpering and held her ears tighter, trying to block
out the sounds. "UUUUGGGHHHKKKK...!!!" But that cry was
just too loud.
Ryanne began shaking side to side, but the thought of
her baby sister finally being penetrated permeated her
mind. He must have her legs spread wide open and is
holding her down while he forces his giant, fat and
hard penis inside her wee-wee. She could now hear Marti
choking and coughing because the pain made her swallow
her own saliva.
"Yaaarrrrggghhhh!" Now she could hear Uncle Elliot
driving deeper inside of her with all of his strength,
tearing her open. Her vagina must now be stretched to
the point of tearing. Although she couldn’t hear it,
Ryanne could sense Marti’s little legs kicking into the
air desperately and her little body wriggling in agony.
She could hear Uncle Elliot talking to Marti now, and
then "UUUUUGGGGHHHHKKKKKK....!!!!!!"
He must have torn through her cherry. She could feel
the table shaking and wondered if he had killed her.
There must be blood everywhere now she thought, but he
keeps trying to push his thing inside deeper. She could
feel Marti’s pain all over again, like she was being
torn into two, like someone had got a stick had shoved
it all the way through her wee-wee to her belly and
almost killed her.
"Oh Marti, stop screaming, please stop screaming!"
Ryanne whispered to herself. Marti was screaming out
incoherently, also pleading for mommy and wanting to go
home. But she just wouldn’t stop. And she could hear
Uncle Elliot laughing in the background. Her screaming
only increased in volume which made Ryanne cry harder.
Marti must feel like her lower half has been squashed
flat. She was soon screaming so loud that Ryanne knew
he had hit the excruciating ‘soft-sore bottom’ of her
cervix, but then suddenly her voice stopped.
SLAP! "Wake up cunt! I’m not done yet! Noooot yeeeet!
Aaarrrggghhh! Come on baby slut! Yeeaaahhh! Take my
cock! TAKE THE COOOOCK!!!!!!" Ryanne could hear Marti
in between Uncle Elliot’s yelling, but only very
faintly. What if she was going to die?! Ryanne began
panicky seriously at the thought of losing her beloved
little sister. The torturous noises of Uncle Elliot
screaming and Marti’s weak whimpers and the occasional
slaps seemed to go on for an eternity when finally she
heard the same type of yell he did to her when he was
finishing inside her with that boiling, icky slime. And
then after a while she felt the pressure on the table
released, like he had gotten off it.
Ryanne very gradually took her hands away from her sore
ears and turned slightly to look at her sister. She saw
the now menacing figure of Uncle Elliot standing over
Marti’s limp body and spitting on her face and
laughing. "Ryanne," his sudden attentions at her made
her jump, "I’m gonna clean myself up now that I’ve had
such a good workout. Don’t go too far, ‘cause I’ll find
you," he smirked. "And I want you to wake her up by the
time I get back." Having experienced the best hour of
his life, Elliot Strainer walked off to the bathroom a
very contented man.
Ryanne dragged her pained little body over to Marti.
The scene was terrible, there truly was blood
everywhere, it had splattered over the table near her
body and lined her legs and belly and her spread vagina
was just a red mass of pain. And there was that acid
white goo in just as many places. She crawled over the
top of her sister and saw that she had her eyes closed
and wasn’t moving or doing anything. "Oh no! Marti!"
she shook her, "Wake up! Wake up!" she rested her head
on her sister’s baby breasts as she shook her
frenziedly with tears teeming down her pretty face
which smeared onto her sister.
"Hmm...mmm...uh..." the 6-year-old rolled her head and
murmured.
"Oh my god you’re alright!" she helped her roll onto
her side and they both collapsed against each other,
crying. Their minds going with a millions things a
second which all added to nothing.
"Ah, good. You’re up!" Strainer strolled back into the
kitchen confidently. "Sorry to disturb the party baby
bitches." He rushed in and pulled each of them up by
their hair and set them out with their heads on the
edge of the table and face up. "Open your mouths! Open
them!" It was a real struggle for the girls to do that
simple request as they were crying hard, which made it
difficult to do. Their cherry mouths were wavering
between fully and semi open in rhythm with their
bawling.
"Good girls." Strainer’s hose-like bloodstained cock
was like a large, menacing devil above the little
girls’ faces that suddenly jerked before releasing a
horrific torrent of pent-up beer piss in their
irresistible little mouths and faces. It was a
beautiful sight to see even more shock horror on their
faces as it splashed against them and made them even
shinier, they were blinking their eyes rapidly, trying
to get some of the foul liquid out of their eyes as
well as gasping and gulping their hungry mouths for
air, even if it meant swallowing the piss.
"Ah, my perfect sweet meat chop sluts. Uncle Elliot’s
so proud of you! Now I think you two babies are going
to need a lot of sleep because we have some big days
ahead of us. I’ve got friends coming over in a few, and
I think they can’t wait to meet you! In fact, they’d
kill to meet with one of you..."
"What’s wrong Halen honey? Do you miss your 2 big
sisters already huh baby? Awwww, isn’t that cute..."
The stunningly beautiful young lady teased the 5yo boy.
"Nah mommy, it’s..." he sighed.
Her expression changed to serious, "What is it baby?
You can tell me if anything’s bothering you."
"Well it’s Uncle Elliot. I didn’t wanna go on that
camping thing because I think he’s pretty strange now.
And I’m kinda worried about Rye and Mart."
"In what way hon?"
"Well I saw in his draws in his house once he had lots
of photos of us and especially Ryanne and Marti. And he
even had some of their undies! The ones that went
missing before. How come he has all of those mommy?"
"I...I don’t kn...know..."
"And last week when he was over here w...when he went
to the bathroom I saw him holding his...his dicky and
he was like shaking it and he looked real mad and he
kept saying things about Ryanne and Marti like he was
mad at them."
"Uh...? Are you sure?"
"Yeah mommy! Don’t you believe me?"
"Ok baby... Of course I believe y...you... It’s late
but maybe I should check up on them now."
RING! RING! RING! "The number you have dialed is
unavailable at this time..." It would be a long,
restless night at both ends.
Continued in part 2...
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 41