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I Thought We Were Going Camping - 2
By Lancer (address withheld)
***
The continuation of young Marti and Ryanne. Pure
rapecore pedo. A slower story with mostly forced
preteen oral. However, an additional focus on the
individual characters of the 2 sweeties. (Mgg, extreme-
ped, nc, rp, v)
***
PART 2
The beautiful little 6yo girl sat on the cold lino
floor with her lovely smooth tanned legs bent at the
knees and out to the side of her body, like she was
half lying down and half kneeling. The oversized large
male’s t-shirt she was wearing would normally go all
the way down to her knees, but had slid up to her upper
thighs. It acted as a pseudo-dress for her, but she
liked her other one better. The one that he had torn
and broken, the same way he had done to her body. She
hated how he forced her to wear his t-shirt. Now all
she could smell was HIM and she couldn’t escape it.
It was a dirty, humiliating trucker trash item. Dotted
with small holes all around, allowing glimpses of her
wonderful naked 6yo preteen flesh. Its once bright
white color was now a stagnant yellow-brown. It was
little better than a rag that she was wearing.
Especially with the frontal theme across her tiny chest
‘WHORES SUCK’ and below it a bad drawing of a cock and
balls package, similar to what teenage boys draw on
school desks and chairs.
Most 6yo girls wouldn’t warrant holding such a label.
But she had been told almost every single hour and
every single day since she had been here that she was a
‘baby whore’ and was now very well versed in sucking on
that horrible, frightening flesh-snake. At one time she
was once so shy and modest, and of course the most
innocent of children. But it didn’t matter now. She
longed to be that girl once more, but she couldn’t, she
wasn’t allowed.
Her tiny little fingers grasped the smooth stump of the
waxy purple crayon and gently traced a line around on
the piece of paper on the ground in front of her,
finally completing her 6yo 1st grader piece of trash
artwork. She fidgeted and sat up, admiring her drawing
and thinking about what it all meant. With her nimble
little fingers she rolled the crayon back and forth
across the paper, her sleepy dark eyes were in a cold
distant stare, not knowing where to focus. She enjoyed
the distraction of rolling the crayon back and forth.
Until she finally realized, and stopped. Letting it
roll away from her, out of reach.
It was the same crayon he had used to put inside of her
body. Her dazzled young mind returned to scenes of how
he forced her to spread her legs and watch as he
inserted it inside of her raw, undeveloped vagina. The
crayon wasn’t incredibly thick though, it was much
better than that near-death experience when he used his
cock.
She cringed and cradled her tummy at the thought of
having that ‘thing’ thrust inside of her again. She
thought she had almost died last time. As she watched
the crayon roll away she imagined it inside of her body
again, and the events of yesterday...
The small pointed tip being brushed around the outside
of her 6yo vagina usually felt good. It was
embarrassing and shameful but she didn’t mind it. And
as he gradually pushed it in deeper and deeper, she
felt a strange but nice funny feeling from her wee-wee.
The crayon was smooth, so it slid nicely inside of her
finger-tight preteen snatch, still tight and nice as
anything despite the BRUTAL FUCKING she had taken
previously.
When it was lodged all the way in she would just look
and stare at it, stuck inside of her, while he laughed.
It was a disturbingly cock-hardening unnatural sight,
her pale golden skin, and in between her legs, in
between the plump, swollen coin-slit of her pussy mound
lips, could be seen only about half an inch of the flat
butt-end of the purple crayon that had penetrated her.
He would then hold her by her naked waist and rock her
back and forth. He always grabbed her too hard as to
make her yelp and wince. It hurt and left finger marks
and bruises behind on her usually pristine skin. She
didn’t want to look at his scary face that was like an
ever-hungry monstrous animal, so she kept looking down
in between her obscenely spread legs that had been
penetrated by the crayon.
The outer lips of her vagina were like firm fleshy
pads, but even they were now squirming also, as was the
rest of her body. The funny nice feelings she had
before came back, she couldn’t help it. Her alluring
little thighs trembled as she let out little gasps and
her breathing shallowed. Her spread legs and knees
wobbled and she wriggled her backside against the bed
and her little feet pressed down firmly, her body
instinctively trying to get more of that feeling,
without knowing what was happening.
"Oh you little baby whore," he smirked "Did I say you
were allowed to enjoy this?" With his fat right thumb
poised, he punched it into the end of the crayon like a
piston striking a bullet, now squeezing and pushing it
deeper inside of her wettened tiny baby pussy with a
sudden thrust. Forcing it deeper inside of her,
penetrating deeper inside of her forbidden tightness,
beyond the comfortable region where it fit snuggly,
into the region where it had to tear its way in. It
truly did feel like a puncturing bullet inside of her
had hit an internal pressure point...
Marti cupped the region between her legs and knelt
over. The sharp, inescapable pain was fresh in her mind
but she was glad to have been distracted away from the
painful past. She remembered she hated that crayon now
and turned to look elsewhere, away from it as it
finally came to a rest in the corner of the room. She
no longer could see it as a child’s toy but only an
instrument of BRUTAL pedo perversion.
She reached down as her lovely delicate little fingers
brushed the surface of her drawing. In purple mono-
color it showed a picture perfect stick figure happy
family. A Daddy, mommy, a little boy, and 2 even
smaller little girls all holding hands and smiling. As
well as a box-house and a friendly sun shining down.
However on the other side of the drawing were another 2
little girls, but they both had frowns and were crying,
purple tears streaked their faces and rained onto the
floor. They were holding onto each other in a hug while
next to them a LARGE MAN was looking down at them and
grinning, but the dominant feature was the big monster
cock he possessed. It took up almost a quarter of the
page and was lined with purple veins and a peehole that
looked more like a ravenous predator’s mouth that was
about to envelope the 2 crying little girls. It was
rather comical to see this thick jug of man meat
jutting out of a stick figure body, especially the fact
that it was drawn by a sexy lil 6yo girl.
Marti’s little fingertips brushed affectionately
against her illustrated family. She had cried too much
already these past few days, and crying here never
helped with anything. It just made things worse, she
had learnt that the HARD way. Her traumatized mind was
now numb and dreamy. "I want to go home..." she
whispered to herself. Her enchanting dark burnt copper
eyes then shifted to that horrible snake cock thing
that she had drawn, when she heard a bestial groan come
from the next room...
Even the wall in between did nothing to muffle the
dominance of it, nor confuse her overexposed little 6yo
mind as to what was going on. She knew what, and how,
groan by groan, she knew exactly what was going on. She
had been there and done that all before. And she hated
it. As every second went by, she couldn’t help but
vividly imagine the disgusting sex things that her
beloved big sis Ryanne was doing to pleasure Uncle
Elliot and his grotesque and meaty member.
Feeling as helpless as a super hot 6yo girl is to MALE
LUST, Marti crawled over on her hands and knees like
the little baby girl she was, to try and retreat under
the bed. With her knees bunched up against her body and
her arms cradling them, she sunk inside of the filthy,
giant t-shirt, hoping it would act as some sort of tent
and protect her from the terrible noises of PEDO LUST!
***
"Yaaaarrrrggghhh.... Ahhh... Ah. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You
... argh... baby whore! That’s a girl... sweet baby
slut cunt whore! ... argh... fucking preteen. You
natural preteen little cocksucker! You musta picked it
up from mommy!" Elliot Strainer was in ecstasy (no
drugs necessary, just DOMINATE the hottest little
girls), the frightening veins in his thick neck were
straining as the senses of the ultimate oral pleasure
gravitated throughout his entire body. He ran his
massive hands through the silken flow of the 7yo’s
glistening chestnut hair, so involved in the moment, it
was like mimicking the long luxurious sliding of her
dainty 7yo tongue along the length of his rock solid 8
½ " cock.
"Arrgghhh ... fuck!" As her moist pink tongue tip
brushed across his stretch swollen frenuleum he gripped
hard midway down her long, loose hair that draped
fluently down her arched back. The new, white metal
framed bed he was sitting over the edge of creaked to
the movements of his significant body weight.
"Uuuhhh!... Ow..." She instinctively moved her hands
off his sweaty, busting ballsack that she had been
gently massaging, and reached up to her hair to try and
relieve the pulling pressure off her scalp.
The tremendous feelings that had been zipping through
his body from his red hot glowing meaty rod had
momentarily stopped. What happened to the succulent wet
flick of the 7yo’s pink tongue? Or the smooth pasting
of her spit glossy 7yo petal lips? Or the gentle
kneading of his cramped nuts with her cool, thin little
7yo’s artisan fingers?
As the perfect pleasure subsided, he regained his
senses and realized why. Looking down at his beautiful
preteen captive, he was almost holding her off the
ground by the taut strands of her silken brown hair. He
hadn’t realized the strength of his grip on her
earlier. He breathed heavily. He was actually relieved
she had stopped her perfect baby blowjob perfection for
the moment. He could feel his cock ‘breathing’ as it
longed and anticipated for her next gentle 7yo touch.
His pleasure and her humiliating and shameful torment
would be able to last just that bit longer.
Strainer saw the little 7yo girl half kneeling over his
solid knees, struggling and reaching up with her quaint
arms and nervously tugging at his tensed and unsightly
masculine hands with her small little girl’s hands, it
was quite a mismatch. He looked at her eternally sad,
pleading but still beautiful face. She was squirming
several facial expressions that all amounted to
discomfort. That understated button nose of hers
wrinkled up, her rose tinted cheeks now flushed with
more color and those gorgeous emerald eyes were wide,
flushing and watering up so that they resembled
pristine tropical lakes.
It made the scene that much better to see his obscenely
raging hard-on pointed aggressively at her chest, in
fact his cock brushed up her t-shirt as she rose up
from performing on it. Leaving a telling wet stain
trail on her now marked and faded little blue top.
He let her squirm around like that for a few more
seconds, like a rare prize fish dangling on the end of
a line. All the while she was whimpering out little
vocal shots of pain in her sweet, heightened pitched
voice. "Ow... ow... Ow..." Why was he hurting her? She
thought she was doing exactly what he wanted in the
best way she could. She could never be sure of anything
now.
Finally he let go, much to her relief. She quickly sank
back down and reaching behind her head smoothed down
her lovely hair, and rubbing the spot on her head that
hurt. "Fuck Ry, you little baby whore. You were doing
so well, I couldn’t help it. Maybe you should go easy
on that spot next time you little slut." He laughed and
winked at her. At which Ryanne could only look back at
him blankly.
Her perfect angelic face was sad and dejected. Her head
faced straight ahead, at his furry kneecaps, but her
green eyes trailed northwards to look into his cruel,
dominating dark brown eyes. It scared her to death to
look at him, but she had to maintain eye contact at all
times, or otherwise she would find out again exactly
why she was so scared.
It truly was a magnificently wonderful scene. Inside
Strainer’s dark bedroom with the blinds folded down.
His purpose built secluded ‘Rape Ryanne and Marti’
holiday house was certainly serving its purpose well.
Little 7yo Ryanne was now kneeling down at Uncle
Elliot’s feet, defeated and frightened. She was wearing
the same understatedly sexy preteen clothes that she
had brought with her 4 days ago, when she thought she
was actually going camping, back when she was innocent,
back when she was still a virgin.
Meanwhile Elliot Strainer was leaning back on the edge
of his bed, with his thick arms supporting him like
pillars to the side, his knees were locked together so
that the perfectly pretty little girl on the ground in
front of him had to climb up over them in a sexy effort
to reach and perform on his throbbing and obscene pedo
cock. It jutted through the large torn gap in his boxer
shorts so that the whole package was free to reign
terror on the youngster.
All 8 ½" of pedo dominance peaked up and outwards like
a spire of terror to her. Because of its large size and
level of arousal, it was unusually grotesque,
prominently hard and with swollen and straining
purplish veins running across its entirety, it still
shone in the dim light from the baby tongue basting
Ryanne had previously given it. It looked to her like a
cross between a mutated earthworm and a vicious
stinging snake and the way it moved and hardened made
her think it had a mind of its own.
The enlarged cum-piss hole leaked the stinking,
horrible thick salty ooze like a slug around the
baseball prick head that was a menacing deep purple and
it unwittingly caught her gaze like a magnet, even
though she was so disgusted by it, she couldn’t help
but look.
Uncle Elliot’s bloated and wrinkly scrotum was a dirty
brown color. The skin was so rough and thick compared
to her soft touch, it was like elephant hide. It was
also almost concealed by his wavy, thick brown pubes
that ringed around his MALE package like a mighty
lion’s mane. She hated those hairs, they were so yucky
and just made everything there look even scarier and
dirtier.
She hated the feel of his ‘nutsack’ as he would call
it. It stunk so bad whenever she got near, of sweat and
penis slime. It also felt so gross to her and even
though the skin there was so wrinkly and thick, it
always formed droplets of sweat on the surface that
made her want to puke and made her delicate finger tips
stick to it whenever she had to lightly play with his 2
pedo cum-laden balls...
Even though their very illegal intimate engagement was
unexpectedly cut short, he was actually glad that the
immense pressure of her baby mouth coupled with her
smooth little stroker-tongue had been able to subside
before the brink of pedo cummage. This allowed his nuts
to fill up with more scalding seed with which to
eventually coat and terrify her with, as well as make
her work that cock all over again like the underaged
chop slut that she was. He had to admit that even his
mighty cock was suffocating in preteen pleasure and
that he was pleased to be given some breathing space
before he forced the 7yo to complete her task of oral
gratification.
His cock was truly tingling uncontrollably now, in
anticipation to all that she had to offer. It took
several long, and pleasurable hours over the past few
days to transform her into the cock slobbering 7yo
preteen slut that she was now, if not in will than at
least in skill. But that was the way he liked it. She
and Marti were such a perfect angel princess good girls
who would do anything to retain their innocence, and
that was what he loved so much about them. It
encouraged him to think that each time they were doing
something sexual for him, it was real rape in every
sense of the word! And not to mention the fact that
they were only 6yo and 7yo!
Now as his hardened rape member protruded proudly out
in the air, beckoning for more of her baby oral
attention he let out a wild sigh that made her shudder.
"Aaaarrrgghh..." Strainer was very proud of the power
of his penis to totally demolish and break the spirit
of a once joy-bursting baby cunt. "Comon baby whore. He
wants more. Go and help yourself to a mouthful." He
beamed and nodded to her sunken form kneeling at his
feet.
Ryanne looked up again sadly. The gigantic rape saber
cock loomed above her like the shadow of an awful
warplane about to drop bombs and inducing a depressing
sense of doom.
She hated sucking on that gigantic snake pee-pee dicky
thing, or giving a ‘baby blowjob’ as he kept calling
it. Why did he make her do such a grown up thing if he
kept calling her a baby? That thought just added to her
confusion about the whole obscene situation. She
previously had no idea people even did this! Let alone
her! To her the act simply did not exist in the
confines of her 7yo reality, the first time he made her
put that gross ‘thing’ in her mouth she simply couldn’t
believe it!
The stench from it was so bad and stale, along with its
grotesque appearance that whenever he forced her to
bring her face close to it, it made her now wide and
fearful eyes well up, similar to the way onions would.
Her delicate little petal lips tremble in reaction to
the revolting yucky thing she would have to do.
The disgusting ‘monster worm thing’ terrified her so
much. It made her shake with anxiousness every time it
was free in the air, because she knew first hand the
pain and hurt that it was capable of.
And now it was happening again. She had already been at
it for the last 10 minutes until he made her stop so
suddenly. Now kneeling down in front of him to only
knee height and staring directly up at ‘it’, the full
revoltion of the act of oral sex occurred to her tiny
preteen pea brain again. The little girl just couldn’t
bring herself to do it again, despite her deathly fear
of Uncle Elliot and the repercussions of disobedience.
She turned her beautiful face down to the ground,
trying intently to focus her gaze on the hem of her
upturned skirt to distract her from the punishment she
would no doubt receive, or at least try and beg or
explain herself out of it without looking at Elliot’s
truly intimidating MALE figure.
"What are you doing Ryanne?" He started off in a
soothing whisper. "Climb up here and start sucking baby
whore." He motioned to his sickeningly enraged BRUTAL
FUCKING tool.
"Nuh..." An utterly petrified Ryanne could only shake
her darling head slowly, allowing her gorgeous long
hair to toss around, and let out a weak sniveling
whine, it was more of a squeak really.
"What?! You’re not going to finish the job...?" Did she
actually have the nerve to refuse?!
"Uh...uh...I c...can’t d...do it an...anymore.....
Please Uncle Elliot. I really can’t! H... haven’t I
already done it good already? Y...you even said so. I
j...just can’t do it anymore. P...please I can’t. Can I
just r...rub it please? I promise I’ll... I’ll make it
good. I swear I can do it good... Please." The fallen
preteen angel now crossed her skinny arms against her
body, in an instinctive effort to feel more secure.
However Uncle Elliot would never be that lenient to
take that shit from a sexy lil girl. "You fucking
little slut! You stupid useless worthless whore fucking
slut sucking little cuntlet! You’ll do whatever the
fuck I say! So get the fuck up here and start sucking
my cock you fucking baby cunt! Up fucking now!" His
mockingly placid wood-toned eyes instantly transformed
into the furious devil! Snarling his large teeth and
showering the little sweetie down below with bubbling
yellowish spit as his tree trunk arms tensed up to form
punching fists.
The sweetie Ryanne whimpered as tears finally melted
from those enchanting green eyes of hers and slid down
her fresh and smooth distraught face. It took
significantly more to make her cry now. Little girls’
tears were now sparse, but still highly prized. She
clutched her crossed arms tighter against her small
body. Her pretty, sky blue painted fingernails dug into
her delicate soft skin causing bruised indentations and
she hung her head even lower, trying to shorten her
neck and just hide or disappear, wishing she were more
like a turtle. She was so scared that she was
shivering.
Her sensible mind tried to will her on to just keep
quiet and just climb up over his knees and suck on him,
just like he wanted. But her subconscious cruelly kept
flashing the memory of the rancid, gut wrenching taste
of it on her stuttering little mouth. She truly was
caught in two moments. As her perfect preteen body made
the slightest shuffle to get up to do the deed, she
would then freeze and be unable to continue her journey
up the mountain to be a preteen cocksucker.
The preteen knew that her hesitation was dangerous, but
she didn’t know what to do! She dropped down to the
floor again, this time curling her whole body over
against the floor, closer resembling the turtle form
that she wanted and began sobbing pitifully. "*sob*
*sniff* P... *sob* please U... U... Uncle E...Ehiot...
I c... can’t do i... it any... eee... m... m...hore
*sob* . P... please don’t hurt me! Please! I... can
still rub you good, I c... c...han!" Her weak attempt
for mercy and forgiveness was matched by her equally
weak crouched over form that was clutched tight and
shaking, her once composed and straight hair now an
octopus tangled mess in all directions over her back
and head.
Fuck this is hot Elliot thought. 7yo baby fucking slut
cunt begging for mercy. He needed more of that, she was
halfway there. Now she needed to be hurt and punished!
With his gigantic combat boot-clad foot he swung it out
to his right and THUMP! Caught her under her left arm
right into her fragile little body. The force was
enough to make her fly a foot to her right and flip her
over.
"Ugh... *cough* ... Ugghhh... Uh... ow... owww... *sob*
*sob* *sob* uhuh...uhuh ... ooohhh.... Ooowww *sob* uuh
owww!" Ryanne the preteen beauty was now writhing on
her back clutching the spot on her belly that felt like
had been stomped by an elephant. Her eyes were rapidly
blinking as tears spilled out and she heard the drops
patter down onto the floor by the side of her face as
her face was wrinkled and contorted in pain.
She didn’t notice the large shadow of the boot glide
past her face until it was already down on her young
chest pressing down. As the pressure increased she
thought she was going to be crushed to death. She began
making loud coughing and choking noises to try and make
him stop, but then desperately tried to push his size
14 foot off of her body with her weak arms to no avail
and then just cried helplessly. She coughed and
grimaced her always pretty face as she now felt the
pressure against her belly.
After only a few seconds, but to her an unbearable
eternity, the pressure finally stopped. She rolled over
onto her side and breathed heavily, tears and saliva
mixing at the creases at the edge of her lips as she
coughed herself to life. "Here have a tissue slut."
Elliot reached over and grabbed a tissue from the side
of his bed and threw it down on the still, bawling
little girl. It floated slowly down and landed on her
upturned left shoulder like a flower petal on a young
bridesmaid. She slowly reached for it and wiped up her
face, it helped to subside the waterworks. She then
just stayed lying down as still as a battered preteen
slut.
"Well?!" Strainer looked down impatiently at his
unfortunate prize, giving her a much more restrained
nudge with the same boot. He had been ultimately
aroused by watching the perfectly pretty 7yo in such
absolute distress, especially since he had inflicted
it. The soft, light feel of her body against the end of
his foot and her resultant pain was just the icing on
the cake! His already mega hard phallus had just popped
another few veins and hardened into structural grade
steel. It got to the point where it was next to
unbearably uncomfortable, as if his rapist pedo cock
was about to explode if it did not get to feed on
preteen!
She wiped her face again with the edge of her already
dirty short sleeve and as if in slow motion, pushed
herself up onto her knees with considerable difficulty
because of her bruised belly. She sobbed once more as
she reached up and hoisted herself higher to stand by
grabbing hold of each of Strainer’s dry and hairy
kneecaps that were larger than her small hands. The
scale of size difference between the two, as well as
age, factored into creating one of the sexiest pairings
out.
In a broken, trance-like state Ryanne let her face flop
down as her body rose up to meet and please the
ravenous cock. The line of sight of her dull, down-
turned stare resulted in following Uncle Elliot’s legs
upwards, like a sorrowful death march. From his just
plain frightening, black, heavy laced combat boots to
his ugly and smelly sewer green socks, then to the
length of his unsightly thick shins carpeted with
scratching stubble-thick dark blonde hairs.
The momentum of doom was interrupted when her sight
reached his knees, since they were covered with her own
nice little girly hands. She liked the shiny blue
polish on her fingernails. They always used to make her
feel special and pretty because other girls at school
didn’t wear it.
She paused momentarily upon seeing the opaque and
beautifully marbled jade bracelet upon her left wrist.
She had worn it constantly since she was 3yo. It had
become an even more comfortable, permanent feature to
her than a watch is to some others. She knew her Daddy
bought it for her, and he would always remind her the
story behind it and how fittingly beautiful it was for
a girl like her. She had been so used to it being on
her body that it became unnoticeable to her. She didn’t
realize what it truly meant until now when for what
seemed like the first time she saw it as separate to
her own body.
"Daddy... mommy...home..." She thought of, and mouthed
those 3 words with her super tender rose tinted lips
before closing her eyes tightly shut, squeezing out the
last precious tears and opened her tiny pert mouth into
a perfect lower case ‘O’ and rolling her tongue to the
back of her mouth. She leaned forward to the awful
stench of the enlarged, throbbing and heat-radiating
cock head. Her mouth wavered again at the stench and
knowledge of the bad disgusting dirty thing she was
about to do. With her lower jaw rhythmically
oscillating between the lower case ‘O’ and a semi-
circle while her cute button nose wrinkled up slightly
as she got close, as too her eyelids squeezed even more
tightly shut.
The stench was overwhelming and intoxicating, dried
piss and the heavy odor of cum crust and flakes caked
along the fringes of the turgid wrinkled foreskin that
was rolled right back to reveal a bloated red prick
head in full bloom. Not only that, but the continual
ooze of gooey precum seemed to act as an enhancer to
all of those sickening smells of raw cock power.
Just before her irresistible 7yo mouth made contact
with the simmering, bloated prick head she quickly took
her hands off his knees and she slid the polished
smooth jade bracelet off her wrist, and let it drop
with a saddening clatter to the floor where it then
wheeled under the bed and out of sight. Now that she
realized how significant it was and what it
represented, she couldn’t bear to be doing the filthy
disgusting act of a baby blowjob in the loving presence
of her family - Daddy, mommy, her little bro and twin
sisters and everything else that home was. She didn’t
want to do this. In her overworked 7yo little girl’s
mind she kept telling herself "I’m sorry. This isn’t
me. I don’t want to. I don’t have a choice..."
Ryanne’s oh-so-soft junior lips finally planted a
gentle open mouthed ‘kiss’ right over the slimy cock
head. Her tiny 7yo mouth would always struggle to
engulf the whole girth of the cock at once, so she
always had to start off with a piece and then struggle
to slide her way down like a true oral slut.
That first contact was electric as she planted herself
just on the tip of his prick again. "Aaarrggghhh..."
Strainer at last sighed in both relief and discomfort
as his cock was soothed by her gentle suction, but also
the amazing sensation it caused sent a shocking nerve-
wracking jolt throughout his body that made him
shuffle, wagging his insane vertical lump of veiny
muscle against her soft lips.
He combed his hands through her long luxurious chestnut
hair once more, smoothing down the messed up and
tangled tresses straight and gorgeous again, down the
length of her small back. His strong, domineering touch
on her body made Ryanne forget her constantly lingering
apprehensions for the time being, and get into the
rhythm again of performing forbidden preteen oral sex
like a 7yo slut.
Uncle Elliot’s golden rule was always ‘continual eye
contact’. She always had to look up at him with her
helplessly sparkling green little eyes no matter how
scary he seemed. But it was just so horrible, looking
into his soul and his direct reaction to what she was
doing to him and his disgusting ‘thing’ made her feel
so bad and dirty. This was S-E-X at its fullest and she
would be doing it just like bad teenage girls more than
twice her age!
Each of his groans, and scary lust stares would
instinctively cause her to close her legs and tense her
baby body and also heighten her senses to the taste and
smell of the rotten mushroom cock. It made her that
much more aware of what she was doing, all the filthy
things her busy little mouth and tongue and lips were
doing just to please him.
She fearfully remembered the golden rule and glanced up
to him scared and submissively once more. She saw the
wicked lust stare of his that made her gulp. To him the
visual of the gorgeous little preteen girl looking
right into him like his slut as she was forced to
pleasure him in the most intimate way was simply a
world-beater. It was so pedo hot! He could see her
sublime face and all of the special little tricks she
was doing to his boiling hot prick, and the full
expression of disgust and fear accompanied by her nut
busting actions.
"Comon Ry baby whore. That’s a sweetie... Argh... Keep
going. You know what to do." Uncle Elliot looked at her
intently and nodded as he brushed her with his chubby
fingertips across her unblemished forehead. The preteen
slut took a deep slurping breath that bubbled baby spit
against his gaping peehole. "Aaarrgghh... Fuck. Good
cunt." Strainer tossed his head back and roughly slid
his hands down her smooth, thin arms as she raised them
up so her piano-honed little preteen girl fingers could
tickle and fondle his bulging ball sack, the same way
she used to tickle her siblings when they played
innocently.
With her breath of fresh cock air she dived down,
gradually and slowly widening that lower case ‘o’ into
a big ‘O’. Her sweet lips slid smoothly and teasingly
down his fired prick head until her tiny 7yo mouth had
swallowed the entire putrid golf ball. The fluid baby
saliva that she allowed to drip out of her mouth
provided a perfect natural lubricant. "Mmppphhff..."
She mumbled as she breathed with her rose tinted cheeks
stretched with the cock head, her sad green eyes still
locked on tantalizingly. Fuck she was just so sexy!
With her tiny pink tongue tucked away at the back of
her mouth it was now brushing its sloppy way across his
jerking prickhead. Running and exploring gently right
across the precum hole and gaping piss slit.
"Mmpphhfff... mmmppuuuhhh..." The 7yo mumbled again as
she got creative and circled her tongue around the
head, rolling it back and forth around and around the
most sensitive patches and then striking her little
pleasure giver in jabs across the four quarters of the
package of meat that was in her mouth, dashing the
sides of the shuddering cock head with fore and back
strokes.
It was just so fucking pedo hot as he saw her bulging
little cheeks filled with MAN MEAT and saw that cheeky
preteen tongue of hers moving all over the place in
correlation with his extreme pleasure. Then he saw it
disappear as it lapped the underside onto his frenuleum
in fast but timely flicks that were so light it was
true teasing foreplay. "Yaarrrgghh... fucking..." He
groaned uncontrollably as her sleepy little eyes
widened in a knowing way that she was doing something
special. "What a fucking little slut." He thought.
Next she slid her little fingertips up from his sperm-
laden scrotum and slowly and gently tapped upwards on
his hardened veiny shaft until they reached up to her
own lips and the base of the head. "Uuuhhh...
aaahhh...huuuhh..." She breathed a sigh as she slid her
glossy coated lips up off the heaven-sent head with her
long preteen tongue still wagging and brushing back and
forth in preteen pleasure strokes across it as her
mouth retreated upwards. She was going to do the ‘baby
blowjob drool’ one of Uncle Elliot’s favorite moves.
The little fuck muffin deposited a heavy dosing of baby
drool onto the pulsating head and brushed upwards
against it with her bottom lip as she removed her mouth
from it, similar to what her tongue had been doing
before. At the same time she raised her head up while
still looking at him like a 7yo whore by widening her
attractive bright green eyes while a line of baby drool
still connected her mouth and lips to his spit dumped
prick head and slowly licked across her upper lips with
that soft, smooth and wet baby tongue of hers. She was
giving the absolutely hottest fucking pedo preteen
visual ever.
But as she raised her neck up and lengthened the drool
line, her delicate and thin little fingers closed
around the bottom of the head, just to where the
foreskin was and with a bit more pressure they slid
down to the base. It felt like his cock was bursting at
the seams! Her cute preteen slutty shiny blue painted
fingernails made it look and feel even hotter.
It was a one-hit process that would always leave his
body feeling drained, with all the energy being zapped
into his fucking raging hard-on. The 7yo next lowered
her face down to the cock again and began gently
blowing air all over the head with her peaked little
petal lips before closing in and dotting it with gentle
peck-kisses.
Finally her small, warm tongue peeped out between her
lips and started stroking all over just like a
lollipop. "Aaarrrggghh... fuckin... good little girl...
fuck Ryanne you baby whore... that’s it. Just like a
baby lollipop you 7yo slut!" Methodically she licked
long smooth and sloppy strokes up the length of the
shaft, going around in strips of pleasure, each time
when she got to the head though she brushed her tongue
across ways before starting again from the bottom.
"Uuuggghhaaahhhh!!! Fuck! Baby cunt! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Sluuuuuuuuuuuut!" It didn’t take much more of this,
despite the harmlessly gentle pressure of the 7yo’s
tongue to cause a plain fucking CUMSPLOSION!
"Yuuuhhh!.... Igh.. Ugh... Ick... Uuuhhhh!" The preteen
cock sucker squealed disgustedly and in fright as on
the tip of her tongue she had felt a flood of heat, and
in her little hands she had felt a gigantic cock
rumble. In a fucking flash she was going deaf to Uncle
Elliot’s terrifying monster yells and his painful bear
grip on her tiny shoulders, holding her in place as his
yucky cock-thing blasted her pretty little face with
CUM! She tried to turn her head away but was just
fucking coated in the first wave as she wrinkled her
face and shut her eyes, but some stinging thick ooze
cum globs still got in and just fucking lined and
coated the smooth skin of her cheeks and nose. It was
like someone had thrown a bucket of cum-wax on her
face!
"Stay the fuck still... Yaarrgghh... Aaarrgghh....
Fuckin... Fuck... Baby cunt!!!" He shook her hard until
she was powerless but to just keep her face right in
front of the boiling firing line and sob like a baby
slut. It was fucking funny to see her just coated in
lumpy hot thick globs of the disgusting yellow tinged
ooze. As she cried and spluttered it bubbled up on her
face. The interrupted sobs of her sweet voice were so
perfect, like little hiccups made by an angel.
Finally after 3 massive loads of cummage, the cock
jerked violently with no more juice. She just stood
there as tense as a perfect statue, with her arms
straight and tight against her body and her shoulders
hunched up as her face bubbled and dripped with cum
ooze. She could hardly cry much any more as the cum
pooled at her mouth each time she did. "Oooohh baby
whore Ryanne. That is such a nice face plateful of cum
you have. Hahaha." Strainer was breathing heavily after
the insanely intense baby blowjob experience, but still
had his trademark beaming grin. "Now eat it all up!
Baby cunt! Eat it!" He gave her another soft boot to
her stomach. She keeled over and coughed and whimpered.
She tried to say something as her little lips vibrated,
but the only noise that came out were a series of sobs
as she didn’t want to open her mouth wider.
"Just poke your sexy little tongue out and lick it up!
Just like milk and cream baby cunt. Yummy for your
cunny. Especially made for sluts!" He mocked and
laughed. But now he was losing patience, "Fucking do
it!!!" He made an obvious noise as he raised a mighty
limb to strike her.
"*sob sob sob*" In plain terror she quickly poked the
tip of her tongue out to dab around her lips at the
disgusting and rapidly thinning liquid that began to
drip all over her. She tasted a small drop and
swallowed it. She hated cum! She hated doing this baby
blowjob all the more because she always had to eat that
disgusting gunk.
"Fuck! Lap it up like a slut!" WHACK! SLAP! He gave her
2 hard smacks on her left shoulder, the force was hard
enough to rock her light and weak 7yo frame.
"*sob sob sob*! Owww... ouucchhhh..... *sob*" She
rubbed her sore shoulder as she licked up all around
her lips gathering a mouthful of the gross slop. The
smell was so strong, so putrid, just like cock, it made
the task almost impossible. She tried to swallow first
go.
"Bllluuurrr....uuurrrgghhhh...uuhhhh..." she managed to
gulp some down but gagged at the rest of the mouthful
and it streamed out between her lips and dribbled down
her chin.
"Fuckin more! More! More!" SLAP! Another brutal smack
was dutifully delivered on the same spot to the poor
beautiful child. She sobbed and cried as she
desperately tried licking all around her own face where
she could reach, eventually with her own hands clawing
the gunk and smoothing it down her face to near her
lips in a panic and licking it up.
Only about ¼ of the CUM she managed to swallow, she
wretched and gagged at the rest, letting it dribble
down her face and chin but she cupped her little hands
and wiped it on her own skin so that not too much would
go on the floor and so she wouldn’t be punished for it.
She was a bright girl, so was now quite accustomed to
his perverse thinking of how she should best please
him.
"That is fucking good. But if you don’t swallow at
least half next time... We will have real sex again. Do
you want that?"
"N...nuh...no... p...please... I’ll be good Uncle
Elliot *sob*... P...Please I... d...don’t want real...
s...sex *sob* N...next time I’ll *sob* swa...swallow
m...hore..." The 7yo beauty with her eyes half open
shook her head frantically. For fear of another BRUTAL
FUCKING!!!
"We’ll find out." An amused Elliot Strainer smirked.
"Now clean up this slut mess!"
"Y...yes!" Ryanne chirped in panic. A fair amount of
CUM had splattered on the floor. The 7yo little girl
was now rolling around in it so that her clothes would
absorb it, the way he liked her to clean. Her broken
spirit breathed in faint relief as she felt his gaze
and attention shift off her as his cruel cock softened
and the bed creaked as his weight was lifted from it.
He got up and walked out of the room, leaving her like
a preteen slut stretching her sexy preteen cutoff T-
shirt and her skirt out in front of her to dab up the
CUM like a sponge.
***
Already hiding under the bed, the darkness that would
have been cause for nightmares for Marti and any other
6yo child like her had now become a temporary,
comfortable safe-haven. But even though she could block
out the sights of him, Uncle Elliot, she couldn’t
escape his primeval mating call.
His guttural groan of pleasure made her sick to her
stomach and elicited memories and tastes of giving
preteen head. The little 6yo girl thought it was the
most disgusting thing in the world. The BRUTAL veiny
rod of slime-leaking, hardened flesh was always the
monster in her nightmares now, and to have that
gigantic piss hose inside of her mouth and have to ‘do
things’ to it made her feel violated despite her young
age, but most of all shameful and depressed, in much
the same way a raped hot teenage slut would feel.
She rolled around in the dark on the cold floor under
the bed, singing the words "Oooohhh be quiet. Please be
quiet. I don’t want to hear. Lalalalala. Stop stop
stop. Oooohh why am I here? I don’t want to see that
thing." With her cock hardeningly sweet 6yo voice to
herself to prevent his beastial roars from penetrating
her mind.
Unfortunately for her it didn’t work. Each of his
frightening MALE pleasure calls elicited images of her
lovely sister and best friend Ryanne performing the
sluttiest preteen blowjob. All the little intricacies
that they were forced to perform in order to make that
terrible pee-pee cock thing expand and ‘vomit’ slime on
them she felt, even with her gullible 6yo mind, was
just plain wrong. All of that kissing, all of that
licking and all of that sucking, rubbing and stroking
on such a revolting thing as Uncle Elliot’s ginormous,
oozing, purple penis so intimately close to her face
felt so unnatural and always made her cry.
It wasn’t long however until she heard his voice raised
in fear-inducing anger, followed by the harsh,
shattering sound of smacks and the disturbing, but
mellow melody of a little girl bawling. The sound of
the blows against Ryanne’s tender preteen flesh had
just about brought pain to her own wriggling little
body, and also reached to the depths of her innocent
and kind heart. The bond between the 2 could be
comparable to the closest of twins, and to hear her
strong big sis, and self-proclaimed protector being
mashed like a slut and crying out hopelessly for mercy
made her impressionable young mind explore all of the
possibilities that Ryanne might die or be badly hurt.
"No... no... noooo. Aiiieeeee....!" Marti squealed at
the thoughts, her tormented 6yo body rocking around on
the floor, back and forth rather violently to cope with
her internal angst and occasionally banging against the
bed legs. It felt as if the ringing sound of the
shocking smacks, coupled with Ryanne’s cries of pain
and her disheartening sobs were never ending in the
darkness. In that moment that fussy, spoilt little
preteen cuntlet Marti felt like the darkness was now no
longer a comfort, but more the place of nightmares that
she used to think it was, like it was suffocating her.
Desperately she scampered out from under the bed and
jumped up on it before rolling up into a ball and
trying to sing the same words. Ironically she became a
bit relieved at the renewed and insatiable groans of
pleasure from Uncle Elliot when they had finally
returned that replaced the BRUTAL noise of strong blows
against tender 7yo flesh in between the squeaky sobs of
the little girl.
Lying down on the bed, rigid as a perfect little doll
and staring blankly up at the polished white ceiling,
Marti gave in and allowed the overwhelming sexual
noises coming from the next room to permeate her mind
with images of MAN on 7yo little girl sexual filth, all
the way through to the earth shaking climax and
Ryanne’s faint, sweet voice tinged with the desperation
of her helpless youth being matched up against a much
more powerful and matured MAN.
The 6yo pageant winner was relieved it was finally over
for her beloved sister, even though she could still
hear her muffled pleas through the wall and could taste
and feel the revolting taste and feel of the slimy cum
goo all over herself in flashback. She even wrinkled up
her pretty preteen face in disgust and tossed her
tongue around inside of her mouth while squeezing her
cheeks, as if to get the ropey gunk out of her mouth
even though her 6yo oral cavity was empty. That is how
much CUM revolted her and how much she hated that
symbol of MALE essence...
"UHHH...!" Marti screamed, her bones just about jumping
out of her body in shocked fright. Elliot Strainer was
amused as he briskly stormed into the next room,
startling the absolutely gorgeous little 6yo girl who
was squirming around on the bed, and swiping at her
face as if she had accidentally swallowed a live
earthworm. She stopped her cute and funny little
motions and sat up suddenly like a mechanical hinge.
Her normally narrow, deep and dark eyes were wide open,
looking at him with a delicious mixture of surprise,
fear and insecurity.
Fuck she looked so sexy in that oversized and crude
trailer trash t-shirt. Exactly like the hapless abused
little 6yo cunt she was. She had her long legs spread
at a slight angle, with her knees bent and her little
feet planted flat on the bed. Her body was tense and
upright while her hands reached down and grasped at her
ankles.
Because of the upward angle of her thighs, the hem of
the t-shirt had slid off her legs back down to her
pussy, leaving her delicately yellow-tanned and lovely
6yo legs sheer and naked as well as the side of her
pert and smooth little butt. She was so startled and
scared by his sudden arrival that the speed with which
she sat up had not allowed her to adjust herself or
cover herself up.
Each slow step he took towards her, he savored her
increasingly worried expression. Her eyes fixed on him,
and her petite rose petal lips and perfect ‘o’ mouth
frequently opening and closing in rapid little breaths,
as if she was trying to think of something safe to say
but was unable to. He laughed mischievously as he saw
her gaze quickly shoot downwards and then back, from
his heavy but free flaccid cock, still moist with the
blissful markings of her sister’s baby blowjob.
When he got right to the edge of the bed he dropped his
knees down and knelt down on it, he was now only a foot
away from the delicate preteen princess. As the bed
sunk down with his body weight she shuffled around on
the spot very uncomfortably, his hideous, fat snake
cock thing was right at her face level but she dared
not look at it because she knew it would arouse his
attention even more. But having his overbearing figure
so close and virtually on top of her, she couldn’t help
but hunch up and bring her slightly spread and bent
legs close together as well as frantically pull down
the edge of the thin t-shirt to cover up her knees and
exposed bottom.
Strainer chuckled at seeing her trying to maintain some
6yo girly modesty. He reached out with his thick,
chubby hand and stroked her on the left side of her
smooth cheek before letting his hand trail down her
body to touch the baby soft flesh of her naked legs
below her knees. Fuck, he had a perfect 6yo baby cunt
all to himself that he could molest at will, she was
all his. Pedo life is perfect.
His perverse, intrusive touch on her sensitive young
skin made her cringe. She felt a cold and sickening
tickle in her stomach and right up her spine as his
hand clawed its way underneath the hem of the t-shirt
to molest her thighs and work its way up close to her
baby pussy.
"So what has my little girl been doing by herself in
this room? Have you been a good girl Marti-ni?" He
asked as he pinched and kneaded the top of her thighs
close to her baby pussy, causing her pain.
"Y...yes Uncle Elliot. I have." She managed to snivel.
"I... I was just drawing."
"Oh did you now?" He scanned the room looking for her
picture, seeing the pathetic 6yo purple colored scrawl
behind him. "I see. How lovely." With his other arm he
turned around to pick it up off the floor. Marti now
felt a bit embarrassed as she saw him studying the
picture bemusedly, she was also hoping he didn’t take
offence to what it all meant.
"That’s nice Marti-ni. I think I’ll keep this one." He
looked at her from behind the drawing and tore it in
half. The harsh sound of tearing paper made her cower.
He turned around one of the halves to show her, it was
the one of her happy family. Suddenly his face morphed
into a monstrous snarl. "Yaaarrgghhh!" He yelled at her
as he violently ripped it up into shreds right in front
of her, showering her with the scraps of her art like
worthless confetti.
"Uuuhhh!" The nastiness and scariness of the action
made her reactively pull the collar of the t-shirt up
over her face and cry in utter dejection at the
destruction of her very own illustration of her lovely
family, the one refuge away from this horrible ordeal.
She shut her eyes as tight as she could but couldn’t
help a flood of tears being squeezed down her divine
little face.
Fuck, it was moments like these that he lived for, and
he didn’t even have to have his cock shoved into any
slut either. The reactions these little princesses gave
him was priceless entertainment. It gave him an
unbeatable warm and fuzzy feeling inside. "It is
actually a beautiful little drawing you have here
Marti-ni. I think I’ll stick it onto the fridge." He
chortled, as he waved the amusing strip that depicted
him and his mutated monster cock about to ‘eat’ his two
little preteen pets in front of her, even though she
couldn’t see because she was hiding like a turtle
inside the t-shirt.
"It’s too bad you’re not interested in your own work
baby whore. Hold on here." He smirked. "What did you
draw this with? Of course... that ‘special’ purple
crayon we use." He looked around the room and saw it
motionless in the corner. "Ah there it is! I think we
can have some fun with that crayon without even drawing
anything now. Don’t you think Marti-ni?"
The 6yo shuddered and shook her whole body trying to
express a ‘NO’. She cried even louder. Her muffled
voice trying to break through. "N...nuh...nooo... *sob*
Unnccchhhllee Eeewwwiot. P... pleasshhe don’t! I... it
hurt too muchhhh lasshht tiiime...!"
"Sorry sweetie. I can’t hear you. Why don’t you pull
your face up so I can see and hear how pretty you are."
The preteen pulled the collar down and brought her head
out, it scraped her face as the fabric stuck to her
sticky, wet, tear-stained face. She struggled to
compose herself as she tried to speak clearly. "*sniff
sniff* P... please Uncle Elliot. Don’t use the crayon.
Please, please, please... It... it hurts too much
*sob*. I... I... I... just don’t... pleeeease... *sob
sob sob*." She began bawling again, knowing that
whatever she wanted never meant anything, no matter
what she said.
She instinctively squeezed her legs shut, hoping it
would never get inside of her again. "Please...
please... please." She blubbered in her angelically
sweet 6yo voice as she resorted to physical begging by
keeling over and crawling to him so she could sob
against his large body in wretched preteen patheticism.
Fuck this was just so sexy!
She had her face pressed against the bed quilt as she
dragged herself across to him, so she was essentially
crawling blindly. When she got close enough and could
sense the heat of his body she bravely reached her hand
up to try and to try and touch his arm, but her teeny
cool little fingers accidentally brushed against his
firm, putrid cock-flop. Taken aback she quickly
recoiled. "I suppose that could work as well sweetie."
Elliot chuckled. The delicate brush of her cool little
fingers made his over sensitized cock jump excitedly.
"Uh-oh. That was a bad mistake." Marti thought to
herself. She may have awakened the beast. She retracted
backwards, at a loss of what to do to preserve the
sanctity of her innocent 6yo body.
"Well sweetie. I’m gonna leave it up to you. I think
you’ve already found the way. I suppose there’s
something you can do for me if you don’t want the
crayon. Look, I’m gonna count to 5 for you to do it,
and if you don’t I’m gonna get the crayon." Strainer
was beaming now. It was a catch-22 of victory for him,
defeat and humiliation for her. He could feel the rush
of blood expanding his swag of MAN MEAT once more.
"1...2" She quickly made her move. Upturning her
beautiful, shining wet face, her long glossy black hair
had stuck in various places, each of the separated
strands forming to resemble a fan. "3...4" She shuffled
over like a preteen sex pet to the cock and reached for
it with both hands, linking her fingers and squeezing
the meaty prick head before sliding her soft, young
hands firmly down the frightening cock shaft, folding
the foreskin back and shooting a wave of pleasure right
throughout Strainer’s body. "5...Yaaarrgghhh. Fuuuuck.
Good baby whore cunt."
The 6yo girl looked up at him sadly, in rhythm to her
cock-cradling little hands sliding up and down the
hyper nerves of the rapidly expanding cock, as if to
communicate to him "See, I’ve made a choice." But she
didn’t want to talk. To hear the sound of her own
voice, while doing this yucky immoral act would just
make her feel even more ashamed. But she’d stopped
crying now, all she had was just a blank and eternally
sad expression. The only interruptions of her silent
destitution were occasional sniffles as tears somehow
got up her nose.
Strainer looked down at her knowingly. His own
expression was a mixture of elevating ecstatic
pleasure, coupled with satisfied contentment at ogling
down into the miserable dark pitched eyes of one of the
most beautiful little 6yo baby sluts, resigning herself
to being a preteen cock slut, and a mutual
understanding that she was his and would have to do all
that she could to please and pleasure the cock, even
though she hated it. Fear and terror was the only way
in turning such pure innocence BAD.
"Igghh.... Aaahhh... Baby whore what are you gonna do
for Uncle Elliot huh? Comon show me. Show Uncle Elliot
what you can do for the big fat cock! And it better be
goooood." Elliot brushed the sticking, dark strands
away from her face with both hands, smoothing her
silken shoulder-length hair back so it regained its
bouncy ‘preteen beauty pageant’ form in thick layers
across her slight shoulders and her upper back. With
her minute, piercing, dark brown pupils locked on his
she slowed down the pace of her baby jerk-off but
increased the pressure. Visibly putting in effort with
all of her feeble 6yo strength to stroke the insanely
hard and large MALE muscle that she held.
Thick, slimy precum now seeped out of the piss slit,
coating her little hands in a shiny paste as they
glided up and down the veiny shaft. She was glad that
what she was doing right now was enough, as her face
was far enough away so that she wouldn’t be overwhelmed
by the stinking cock stench, although the realization
that she would have to do ‘more’ sooner or later was no
comfort.
"Aaarrgghh... Fuckin... Baby cunt!" Strainer watched in
utter fascination as the 6yo worked her supple fingers
around his inflamed shaft like a pro. The prick grease
allowing her to slickly roll his stretched foreskin
back and forth behind his bulging purple prick head.
She would massage down the length of the tight cock
muscle with pressure right to the base, but on her way
up again she would only go so lightly, it was more like
a brush with her supple long fingers tapping oh-so
gently like she was playing a flute.
However, as her hands slid up to the base of the head
and the frenuleum she relinked her fingers together and
with her thumbs positioned on the underside of the
head, on the frenuleum she stroked and pressed it so
that she could feel his heat and cock throb beneath her
fingers, while simultaneously she wrapped her other
fingers around the top of the head and the hole where
the continually seeping-out precum was and that way she
rubbed the turgid, meaty lump.
"Ahhh... aaarrrgghh.... Ha... Fuck!" Fuck he had taught
this baby slut sex so well. Only 6yo and a few days of
being forced and beaten into sexual activity and she
had the cock tingling ingenuity of a slut, let alone
her own natural beauty. The sensation she caused as her
thin little girl’s fingers wrapped around and pressed
against him in the most sensitive spots, like a little
pixie, was mind blowing. Each little movement her
joined hands now performed on his stuffed cock head
caused the veins to visibly enlarge.
The ironic thing was that Marti was being a sensual
sexy little preteen tease without being aware of it,
let alone wanting to. She was using her hands in the
best way she knew how to make that gross fat cock
happy, even if it just felt so awful and disgusting
with all of that slippery grease on her hands and in
between her fingers and to feel its heat and intense
throbbing. But it was all in an effort so that she
hoped she wouldn’t have to perform oral sex on it and
put that foul thing in her mouth. Although both of them
knew it was going to happen, she just didn’t want to
think about it.
"Now slut. Aaarrggh... do the ... Fuck... Next bit you
fucking worthless ... Yaaahh... whore!" Scared into
action by his rough primal voice, Marti tried to
compromise and took a deep breath so that she wouldn’t
have to smell the fuming stench of cock as she got
close, before shutting her eyes and leaning in to give
it a quick peck kiss in between where her fingers and
thumbs were, just below the peehole. The sweet little
noise her kiss made was such an understatement of
sexiness, being so subtle and preteen. The way she
kissed was a juxtaposition of innocence in the
sluttiest context.
The luscious and ultimately gratifying feeling of the
little girl’s peaked 6yo lips on his prick for just a
second was enough to send a wave of pleasure throughout
his entire body once more. "Oh... you... fuck...ing...
Aaarrgghh.... Fuck!... fucking ... little preteen ...
tease ... fucking preteen!" He was inconsolable,
coughing up the words of abuse.
The wretched feeling of the icky slime sticking to her
lips and the wrinkled texture of the cock head further
reinforced why she hated giving head so much. She
looked up scared and surprised as he shouted at her
those terrible names. "I... I’m sorry Uncle Elliot...
I... I... thought y...you would like that..."
"It’s good you baby whore! But you can’t ... Fuck...
Expect to get away with that without giving a full
baby... Aaarrgghh... blowjob!" This was the moment she
was dreading. She wrinkled up her face in disgust
before slowly lowering her face, but the view from a
distance would look as if she and the cock were similar
magnetic poles repelling each other in an invisible
force as she visibly struggled to bring her pretty
little face any closer.
"Look at me Marti-ni! Look at me when you do this!
Always keep eye contact you slut!" Her shaken and
scared eyes drifted upwards to his, now locked in a
gaze of torment. He held her hard with both hands
around her tiny waistline and tight belly as he braced
himself for the ultimate preteen oral pleasure. He was
also enjoying the feel of her slight body in his hands
and was turned on by the idea of how easily he could
crush and hurt her if she misbehaved. She had such a
perfectly sexy 6yo body.
The preteen now slid her hands gently down the full
shaft length to the base to cradle the heavy ball sack
to make room for her mouth. She couldn’t hold her
breath long and inhaled deeply the putrid scent of
aroused pedo cock which made her hesitate again. The
stench overwhelmed her senses and she needed a few
seconds to recover so that she wouldn’t puke. However
as Elliot grew impatient he squeezed her tight belly in
his strong grip, so soon the baby slut was going down
on the boiling prick like the whore she was, her lips
and her tongue slobbering all over the peak of the
prickhead, allowing her baby spit to slide down the
rugged shaft where her hands would use it as a
lubricant to mould all around the base and sticky,
wrinkly, furry balls.
His wiry brown pubes often came undone and stuck to her
hands, all the while she moved her head around busily
and flicked all over the reddish glowing head with her
pink tongue like a bullet and intermittently giving
loud deep kisses right on the peephole. Since they were
so loud, her mouth opened up with a large enough ‘O’ at
the end of it to take it inside and suck on it like it
was some sort of foul tasting flesh popsicle while her
tiny tongue inside her mouth stroked and pasted
sloppily all over the underside of the head.
Each time Strainer squeezed her, she knew she had to up
the ante somehow, and become even more of a preteen
slut princess. This time she didn’t know what else to
do except try and take him even deeper inside her tiny
pert mouth and work her tongue even more busily by
flicking it faster and longer along the flesh rod, even
though her cheeks were already stretched and stuffed.
"Mmmppphhhfff.... Shhhlllurrrp.....Mmmffff....
Ssssccchhhmmmppphfff..." Were the muffled and sloppy
noises the 6yo made with a mouthful of hard MALE penis.
When she felt the pulsating cock inside of her mouth
begin to quake too much in agitation, she slid her ‘o’
lips up and off the shaft with a sucking pop. She was
scared of being caught and drowned in a CUMSPLOSION.
Too cool it off she gently blew air right against the
head, all over like the sweet little girl she was
before giving it a soothing and flowery kiss. Next she
smoothed the palm of her baby soft little hands up the
underside of the shaft and then gripped onto and
squeezed the spongy prickhead with her fingertips
before rubbing the crown with alternating hands and
turning and gently squeezing it in the same way she
would to squeeze the juice out of a half orange.
"Aaarrgghh fuckin God... Fuck... Fuck... Yaarrggh...
Fuck hot baby slut cunt fucken slab of fuckin baby
cuntlet fuck! Fuck!...Aaarrrgghh... you fucking baby
whore..." It was a terribly strange feeling for her.
She didn’t feel happy, or proud exactly, but it was
like halfway between the two in the way she could sense
how well she was doing at giving a baby blowjob and
that she could clearly see Uncle Elliot overcome by
pleasure that was all her own doing. But it made her
sickeningly ashamed of herself and she tried to think
about something happy, like life before she decided to
go camping. Although that didn’t help either,
especially since she was conscious at the way that her
smooth little hands and nimble fingers were pulling
tricks all over Uncle Elliot’s grotesque bulbous prick
head.
"Comon Marti-ni baby whore. Down again." He squeezed
her again, but this time gently. Throughout the entire
preteen oral performance he had also enjoyed the
feeling of her delicately smooth body in his hands as
he felt her up and molested her. Without another cue
she leaned down again and gave a long and luxurious
lick with her moist tongue from mid-shaft all the way
up to the frenuleum, following the trail of a prominent
vein.
However it didn’t take much longer of her preteen 6yo
mouth plying all along the length of the cock with her
velvety lips picking out and kissing the most sensitive
spots and her buttery little pink tongue constantly
flicking out pleasure throughout the nerves of his now
swollen and reddened cock to simply CUMSPLODE all over
her face and in her mouth. Giving her much the same
fashion as her sister.
Surprisingly, Marti took the dosing of CUM much better
since she was cleanly and squarely squirted on and had
sadly accepted her fate this time, not wanting to be
MASHED like big sis in the next room she gargled and
gulped as the bubbling, white translucent ooze was
forcefully throttled down her throat.
As she was sucking the furrowed skin of his cock clean,
Elliot couldn’t resist and bowled his pelvis into her
face, knocking her down on the bed and quickly grabbed
her thin wrists, pinning her arms to the bed. He shook
and chafed his filthy, sweating and cum and spit
dripping genitals against the little 6yo girl’s already
distraught face.
However, he was very pleased and satisfied by her baby
blowjob so pummeled her rather gently so as not to
excessively hurt or startle her. But all the more, it
was still a sexy scene as the gigantic grown man had a
beautiful 6yo princess pinned down on the bed, with her
face blocked out by his busily gyrating crouch and her
little legs kicking out in distress.
SLAP!!! After using her face as a lovely tender cock
towel he got up and gave her a mighty hard slap on her
exposed left butt cheek. The juicy noise vibrated and
rung around the room. She was so exhausted and
distraught her little mouth and dark eyes lit up and
opened wide to shriek but she couldn’t manage to choke
out any sound except for a pitiful little girly gasp.
He laughed at her as he got up and walked out of the
room. Finally flopping his semi-hard cock back into his
baggy boxers, as if returning a smoking and spent gun
back into its holster.
Again, Marti was crying and rolling around on her
stomach, trying to gag her uncontrollable sobs by
pressing her sniveling face into the bed quilt as she
shook her head side to side. In a damp puddle of cum on
the quilt, frantically rubbing her bruised bottom, it
felt like she had a burn, a red welt was already
forming on her perfect baby soft 6yo sun-born skin.
***
Elliot Strainer slumped down on the couch, a chilled
cold beer in his hand. His body felt like it had
overheated with pleasure. You can have too much of a
good thing, except for sexy lil girls. He switched on
the TV, "And the 2 little girls that have gone
missing... 6yo Marti and 7yo Ryanne..." he changed the
channel, "So detective have you got any leads as to
where Mr. Strainer is or the 2 little girls?"
"Ahh fuck this. Hey you little sluts you’re famous now!
Every fuckin channel!" He laughed as he yelled out to
them. They were probably still moping about
pathetically in the adjacent rooms after being forced
to perform preteen oral sex. He pressed PLAY. "Ah
that’s better." He chuckled.
He wasn’t all about sex with these 2. It was how
innocent, beautiful and perfect these little girls were
that made them so irresistible. Throughout the years he
had gathered a handy collection of their pleasant home
videos, little girls just being little girls.
This particular one showed a family barbecue. He had
shot it himself about half a year ago...
They were both in colorful light summer dresses
bouncing up and down on the trampoline giggling
hysterically, each of them trying to jump higher than
the other. "Look Uncle Elliot! I can do a somersault!
Watch, watch, watch!" Ryanne beamed joyfully as she
bounced up with all of her 6yo strength, her supple
young body flipping over into a little ball of color,
but she wasn’t able to land it properly so plummeted
down like a heavy bomb into the mesh "Aaaiiiieeeee!!!!
Hehehehe!" She shrieked as she rolled around while
still bouncing around on the mesh.
Her landing sprang Marti off of her feet, making her
slip down onto her face. Her tropical little dress
flipped up exposing her tiny, stretched yellow panties
and the tender, lightly tanned flesh midway up her
back. Strainer laughed at his own photography as the
footage zoomed right up between her legs from behind,
the cock stiffening crease of her baby pussy lining
through the fabric. "Hehehe. Yeah right Ryanne... See
Uncle El, she couldn’t do it!"
"Oh yeah Marti lets see you do better." Ryanne
challenged her little sis cheerfully with the cutest
smile showing the white line of her baby teeth.
"Ok then. Watch this Uncle El! I can do jumping
handstands." Without hesitation she got up, balanced
herself then reached down with her hands and kicked her
legs vertically in the air quickly before bouncing
around on her hands about 5 times, her dress had now
slipped down over her face, exposing the tender preteen
flesh from just below her baby titties, as well as her
smooth taut belly and her panties, then her long,
flailing legs.
"Whoa, fuckin hot." He heard himself say, just audibly.
He laughed loudly and chugged another round of beer.
Because her eyes were covered by her dress and she was
trying too hard to impress Uncle Elliot, she had no
idea when Ryanne looked at the camera mischievously and
acted out an obvious tip-toe walk towards her sister
before grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her aerial
legs apart and pushing them back down to the trampoline
mesh.
"Wha...? Aaaiiieee!!!" This time it was Marti’s turn to
scream as she fell and tumbled around the trampoline,
her dress was still upturned, obscuring her vision but
giving others plenty of her half naked exposed body.
Trying to make a show for the camera, and Uncle Elliot,
Ryanne looked at him with the same bad girl grin before
jumping on her little sister. "Uuuuhhh! Ry... get off!
Why did you do that for?!"
"See... told you. You couldn’t do it either." Ryanne
teased as she pinned Marti down.
"Now, now Ryanne. I think Marti did a pretty good job."
He heard his own perfectionist grooming behind the
camera. "And that was pretty cheap of you young lady as
well." He laughed. "Ok, ok I know how we can work this
out. Ry if you can pin Marti down for 10 seconds I’ll
watch you have another go at the somersault, but if
Marti pushes you off then she can do her handstands and
you can’t push her down."
"Ok." Ryanne beamed back at him. She didn’t get sad
like she was being told off because Uncle Elliot always
said it in laughter and always made it fun, so she
never lost with him around, or so she used to think.
He took great pleasure in seeing the hot preteen sluts
struggling and wrestling against each others bodies in
close contact as their long hair brushed up in a silky
tangle, Marti’s black and Ryanne’s light brown, like a
cappuccino swirl. He started the long count, savoring
each second as they desperately fought against each
other with hot little gasps and moans, exerting all of
their energy. Ryanne kept trying to press her
undeveloped preteen chest against her little sister’s
tummy below her, while Marti had grabbed both of
Ryanne’s wrists and was fidgeting to shift off her
bodyweight. All the while she was thrusting her pelvis
high into the air to push big sis off.
To see the little girl’s sexy sheer legs and fuckin
tight, tight, tight pantyline kicking around like a
striptease was fuckin unreal. Ryanne meanwhile was
trying to press her knees against little sis’ side to
keep her still, as she bent down her dress too rode up
slightly to expose her bright pink panties, the fabric
stretched tight over her sexy butt so that the faint
outline of her sweet features could be seen. The most
enticing part was following the crease up between her
legs though, until the line was teasingly blocked by
the pink cotton junior sized panty.
Both baby whores were going at it incredibly hard.
Their hands probably explored every other inch of each
other’s sexy preteen bodies in that 10 seconds, and
they were just too innocent and distracted to realize
the softcore pedo meaning of it all. By the time the 10
count was up, much to her credit, the younger slut
Marti had managed to fight her way up against her big
sis so that they were both sideways in each other’s
grasp.
When it was over they both looked up at the camera,
breathing heavily, their little silken legs were locked
together, still rubbing against each other up and down.
They discovered that they liked the feeling of one
another way.
"So who won? Hehehe..." They both cooed sweetly,
giggling and blushing to each other and at Strainer. It
was kinda embarrassing and it was all being recorded as
well.
"Well girls I think we have a draw!" The two of them
looked into each other’s smiling face and giggled as
well.
"Hehehe. You couldn’t beat me Ryanne. And you’re
suppose to be stronger." Now Marti teased back.
"Well... well... well... You just got lucky! Hmmppff!
But I beat you every other time. So which one of us
gets to show you our move Uncle El?"
"You can both do it at the same time. Help each other
out. Like, well both of you stand up." Untangling their
bodies, they both stood up with a sexy lil girl ‘I’m
waiting...’ stance with their hands on their hips. "Ok
now Marti you go and stand behind Ryanne and hold her
around the waist so that you can help throw her up to
do her somersault."
Both baby cunts looked back at him rather puzzled. "I
dunno if it’ll work." Marti said.
"Ha, neither do I sweetie but we can give it a try. It
might be the only way we can get Ry to do her
somersault." He winked at Ryanne sarcastically, who got
the jest and giggled back smugly.
"Well, ok I’ll try." The hot little girl Marti walked
casually behind her sister and held her around her thin
waist. Her unaware little fingers tapped and danced
around Ryanne’s sensitive belly and the top of her baby
cunt pubic mound, trying to get a grip.
"Hehehe. Marti that tickles!"
"Oh, sorry... Sis!" Marti silly-laughed back cheekily.
Smiling back at the glorious playful innocence of the
baby cunts, Strainer instructed them. "Ok muffins. Now
both of you bend down at the knees and when you’re
ready Ry, give the signal and then jump and Marti will
try to boost you up."
"Um, ok. Hehehe. Lets see how this works... Ready
Mart?"
"Yup!" Both baby sluts crouched down slightly, unaware
how sexy the direct contact between their bodies was,
mimicking a preteen lesbo pose.
"Go!" All at once in a big jumble, they both were
propelled upwards with the force of Ryanne’s jump, and
then both bounced back down onto the mesh on their
tummies. However Marti landed on top of Ryanne in a
painful squish, now it looked as if she had mounted her
big sis doggy style as Marti’s crotch was grinding
against Ryanne’s pert, wiggly ass.
"Awww... ah... That didn’t work out so well." Ryanne
sighed and moaned comically in pain. "Now get off me
Mart!" Out of breath, they both struggled to be free of
the other, resulting in an innocent simulation of
clothed preteen incest porn as Marti groped and grinded
against her big sis to find leverage to get up.
"Hahaha girls. That wasn’t any good." They both frowned
back at him. "Maybe we should try Marti’s handstand
now, I think I know how to make this one work." Both
baby cunts nodded in agreement. "Now Marti go and do
your handstand, and Ry, you hold your sister’s ankles
to balance her." Like good little cunts they
immediately responded. Again Marti’s dress dropped down
over her upper half to expose her panel flat preteen
belly and sweet, sweet baby pantyline.
"Hehehe. Marti your undies are showing!" Ryanne
exclaimed, she tried to assist and protect her lil
sister’s modesty in front of Uncle Elliot by attempting
to fold her dress in between her legs to at least cover
up her sexy yellow cotton panties.
"Oh!" Marti was too excited by everything else she
didn’t even notice, and blushed shyly, even though the
dress covered most of her face.
"Nah, nah girls. Just leave it. I don’t care. Ha!
You’ll need both hands for this though Ryanne."
Strainer quickly tried to turn their attention away and
onto the task so that they wouldn’t cover up. With
complete loving trust, Ryanne dropped the hem of the
dress again and replaced her hand on Marti’s ankle.
"Now so you both are really balanced, Ry put your head
between Marti’s legs and rest your chin there." Unsure
and cautiously, Ryanne did as she was told, even though
it sounded rather odd. But she had known this man since
before she could remember and loved and trusted him
with everything.
"Whoa, good girl." Strainer gulped as she complied.
"Now Marti cross your legs around your sister’s neck if
you can." With silent concentration the half naked
preteen slowly bent her legs around Ryanne’s neck.
"Excellent... Now try and bounce up and down together."
Gently, without gaining air they bounced on the
trampoline mesh. Ryanne’s face dug in between Marti’s
legs against her panties and Marti’s legs locked harder
against Ryanne, pushing her face further into her own
clothed baby pussy. It was both a fuck funny amusing
scene, as well as fucking pedo hot with a topping of
preteen unaware innocence!
"Girls, Elliot! It’s lunch time!" Their young hot slut
fuck slut cunt mommy called them in, making the baby
cunts instantly drop their ‘uncomfortable’ pose and
collapse onto the mesh. They had forgotten how hungry
they were with all of their antics.
"See, we did it Uncle El! Cool! Quick lets go for
lunch!"
"Oh yeah I’m coming... Fuck."
After that, the screen shutoff and went blank, bringing
him back into the present.
"Ahhh yes. Nothing’s gonna interrupt me now from having
you 2 exactly the way I like. Is there you sluts?!"
Strainer yelled out to the captured preteen beauties in
the bedrooms. Not surprising he didn’t get an answer.
"Marti! Ryanne! Get the fuck out here now you fuckin
baby whores! Fuckin now!" He yelled. Just for the sake
of it, to make them even more scared, fearful and bind
them closer to him. And to prove how much control he
had over them.
In no more than a few seconds, the 2 baby cuntlets
scampered out of the rooms like naughty little girls
that were about to be lined up and punished. As they
rushed out of the doorways, the 2 sisters looked at
each other. It was a strange feeling, as if they had
been reunited after a long time, although it had only
been a few hours. But it was understandable, seeing
what they both had been through.
Their undeveloped preteen vaginas were still raw and
painful from the BRUTAL FUCKING that they had taken
only a few days earlier, when they had lost their
virginity and become preteen sluts. The force of a
fully grown and hardened MALE cock inside of their
sweet meat bodies caused true injury. They couldn’t
really run, only trot as fast as their little feet
could flutter, the lips of their redly swollen and
bruised baby pussies would otherwise rub against each
other excruciatingly. But still, each forward step they
took was very sore and they both bit their lower lips
gently and whimpered like raped little girls to
distract from the deep, stinging pussy pain. The pain
surged right up inside of their bodies into their
bellies and almost made them collapse from overexerting
themselves. Even standing up was a telling bother for
them and their young, raped vaginas.
The look the sweeties shot each other was one of pure
fear. They both had a telepathic understanding of how
scared they were at Uncle Elliot’s loud and angry voice
beckoning to them as if they had done something wrong.
When they dashed out of the rooms and were standing
behind his sofa, they started walking carefully around
the front towards him although they were wary to keep
at least a foot apart from each other as every time
they got close to each other to share in each other’s
loving, sisterly comfort against this horrid ordeal, he
would always notice and make them do something yucky
together.
"Well come on! Get the fuck over here!" They jumped in
fright as they were shouted at again with a bad word
and scampered over and stood in front of him promptly.
They were still not over the trauma and disgust of
having to perform preteen oral sex on him yet so both
were lightly shaking all over.
He just sat there on the couch obscenely, slouching and
burping with his beer, staring at them like the most
perverse creep that he was. Both of them could feel,
just from his scary and hungry eyes, his hands against
their tender young, shivering bodies. He kept
eyeballing them, not saying a word. Leaving them
squirming on the spot in great discomfort and
struggling not to look down at the not-as-scary floor.
Although they were too afraid to turn their gaze from
him, incase that was what he was waiting for, an excuse
to hurt them again.
Both baby cunts looked just so fucking hot! Ryanne’s
gorgeous straight long brown hair draped over her
shoulders, as she stood there like a model with one
knee slightly bent. Her cum-stained clothes with the
blue Hello Kitty cutoff-T and her white short skirt
were more in the slutty teen fashion, although shrunk
down to preteen. He smirked as he thought how the 7yo
baby slut got those clothes just to seem cool and grown
up like a girl twice her age. Her beautiful young face
had such attractive soft features, although they were
unnaturally fixed stern with worry.
And Marti in her rude trucker trailer trash slutty
cuntlet oversized t-shirt was just looking the sexy
doll. It gave him a warm feeling inside to know how
naked that 6yo baby cunt was if he just ripped off that
one item of clothing. She was so nervous he could taste
it. Her little fingers twitched at her sides, fiddling
with the edge thread of the worn t-shirt, she
occasionally sniffled too and she was so fucking shy
she wouldn’t be able to keep eye contact with him for
long.
The long and most awkward silence, coupled with his
grotesque ogling of their preteen bodies became
unbearable for them. Now they’d both preferred it if
he’d at least yell some foul abuse at them that
wouldn’t even be found in an R-rated movie. "W...what
d...did you call us for Uncle Elliot?" Ryanne made the
brave move.
"Did I call you over here baby whore?" He asked matter-
of-factly. They both nodded slowly. "I didn’t call you
over here!" He yelled at them again, just for kicks, so
loud that beer spittle sprayed on their pretty little
faces. They jumped up in sudden fright, now preparing
for the worst. Just so scared!
They looked at him puzzled, but didn’t dare to say
anything else now. "Well what the fuck are you 2 doing
here?!"
"I... Y...you called us..." Ryanne quivered, scared to
the depths of her 7yo pussy. "Um... uh... I... I
dunno..."
"Is that the best answer you have?!" She shook her head
anxiously, hoping that it was the right thing to do.
Marti now visibly tried to distance herself between the
2, wishing to stay as a casual observer despite her
deep, unconditional love for her older sister, she
didn’t see the point in joining in.
"And where the fuck are you going little miss cunt
slut?!" Strainer turned his violent attention to Marti,
who was trying to back away but duly stopped dead in
her tracks.
"N...n...nowhere! I wasn’t going anywhere Uncle
Elliot..." She squeaked out.
"Yeah, so I’m asking you. What the FUCK are you doing
here?!!!" They both started panting heavily in panic,
trying to think of an answer, and completely befuddled
as to what was happening or what he wanted.
"W...We...We...We...um...ahhh...*sob*...I’m s...sorry I
d...don’t *sob* know!" The blubbering baby cunt broke
down. "P...please don’t hurt me Uncle Elliot
pleeease!!!" Ryanne trembled and shook her body on the
spot like she was throwing a shopping tantrum, except
this time the tears really meant something. "Please
don’t hurt me! Please! I...I really don’t know
w...*sob* what you want... b...but I’ll do whatever
it... it is...!"
"Oh, so you don’t want me to hurt you Ryanne sweetie?"
She tearfully shook her head, with her mouth in an
open, wavering frown. "But what if I hurt... HER!!!"
"UUUHHHH!!!" They both screamed as he lunged at Marti,
squeezing the tiny sub-4ft 6yo with all of his massive
strength. He looked with wild, crazy eyes at a
horrified Ryanne right next to him as he roughly
pinched and pushed all over Marti’s frantic, struggling
and pained young body. "Is this ok is it?! Is it you
selfish preteen slut?!" He yelled and spat in Ryanne’s
face as he punched and squeezed and pinched and poked
all over her little sister’s vulnerable body.
"No!... No!...No! Stooop! Uncle Elliot pleeease *sob*
Stoooop! It!!!" Ryanne reached out and tried to break
them apart but of course her 7yo strength meant less
than nothing! Her irresistibly beautiful and tear
drenched little face appealed with everything she had
to make him stop MASHING Marti.
"Then answer the fucking question dammit you fucking
little 7yo slut!!! Why are you here?!" They argued as
she continued with futile effort to free her little
sister.
"I don’t know! I don’t knooooow!!! I’m s...sorry!!! Let
her go! Please! You’re choking her!!! *sob* U...Uncle
Elliot!"
"It’s because you’re a SLUT you cunt! You fucking baby
cunt! You’re a fucking preteen SLUT! You’re here
because you’re a SLUT!!! Now why are you here?!!!"
"*sob* B...because I...I’m a sl...slut! I’m a slut! I’m
o...over here because I’m a slut!!!"
"What about her?! Is she a slut?! Huh?!" In the
calvacade of child abuse Strainer motioned down towards
the rapidly weakening and redfaced little girl that he
was simultaneously bear-hugging with one arm and
beating with the other.
"Y...yes *sob* she is a slut! P...please let her go!"
"Why are you here again?!"
"B...because we’re sl...sluts!!!" She cried with
sustained effort.
"W...what type of sluts?!"
"Uhh...Uh... Baby sluts, p...preteen sluts...?"
"Because you’re HOT PRETEEN SLUTS! Tell me again why
you 2 are here!"
"B...because we’re h...hot preteen sluts!"
"What are you?!"
"*sob sob sob* HOT PRETEEN SLUTS!!!"
"Good cunt." He finally released the poor, abused 6yo,
letting her drop to the floor. Of course she was
unaware of all that had just flashed by in the past
minute. "See sweetie that wasn’t so bad." Elliot
laughed before walking off to the kitchen, finally
leaving them in a war-torn and short-lived peace.
Ryanne slumped over the form of her limp sister.
Crying, checking and massaging her precious young body
back to consciousness. They embraced and hugged each
other deeply. Even though the foul and overwhelming
scent of CUM was everywhere on them, they had to share
in each other’s love and company by sobbing on each
other’s shoulder.
"W...when *sob* *sniff sniff* will we go h...*sob* home
R...*sob* Ry?"
"*sob* I...I d...don’t kn...kno...hoooo..."
"I...I w...want to s...see mommy and D...Daddy...
*sob*"
"S...so d...do I...*sob sob sob*"
They rested against each other’s shivering but warm
young bodies for another few minutes, ever conscious
that they would soon be disturbed. Their cappuccino
combo hair now stuck to each other’s sticky faces once
more. They could hear Elliot shuffling around in the
kitchen, and each noise made them freeze like they were
playing the child’s game ‘Mr. Wolf’.
After a while the tears subsided and gaining from each
other’s presence they were finally able to raise their
faces up off each other’s body. They looked at each
other’s stony, sad faces, almost as if it were a
mirror, and then gently wiped the fan of hair away that
was sticking to each other’s face with their caressing
fingertips. Finally giving each other kindly smiles.
Ryanne’s blurry green eyes drifted downwards and she
started giggling. "Hehehe. Marti you’re t-shirt is way
big on you, it looks funny."
Marti looked back at her plainly. "I don’t like it."
She raised her arms and watched how the hole of the
sleeves could probably fit in at least 5 of her slight
arms and looked down at how the collar drooped so low
it was only just above her 6yo baby nipplets.
"Hehehehe. But it does look funny." They both giggled
again in the sweetest little girly tones as they saw
the comparison, almost forcing it out to make
themselves even feel one bit happy. It reminded them of
when they used to play dress-up with mommy and Daddy’s
clothes at home.
However there wasn’t all that much for these two
beautiful preteen muffins to be happy about and their
expressions soon dropped into a dullness. "*sniff*
R...Ryanne..."
"Hmmm?"
"What’s a hot preteen slut?"
"I...d...don’t know. B...but we are hot preteen sluts.
We have to say we are..."
"I don’t want to be one. *sniff* I don’t like being a
hot preteen slut."
"Me neither..."
"Oh but you are!!!" Elliot’s voice behind them made
them both jump and seize the comfort of each other’s
hands instinctively. They were too afraid to turn
around, as if they’d been caught red-handed committing
the crime of immoral sluttiness. He could see their
beautiful pearlescent faces and features reflected in
the smooth blackness of the TV screen, stunned, like a
class snapshot of exquisite preteen purity. "And I
think some other MEN that you will we meet soon will
certainly think so as well."
Continued in part 3...
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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.
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