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I Thought We Were Going Camping - 3
by Lancer (address withheld)
***
The continuation of the plight of perfect littlies
Ryanne and Marti who have been kidnapped by their
'Uncle' Elliot to be his to sexually abuse. Elliot
finally brings his friends to enjoy the delectable
preteen flesh. (Mg, extreme-ped, nc, rp, exh, huml)
***
PART 4
The gorgeous dark-haired 6-year-old leant her soft
cheek against the smooth skin of her equally beauteous
7-year-old sister's bare naked left shoulder. Ryanne in
turn stroked her little sister's hair soothingly and
with great affection, before wrapping her arms around
Marti's slim, scantily clad young body.
Even while Ryanne had lost everything that she had, and
had lost who she was while being here – her innocence,
her virginity, her family, her loving trust, her
happiness – she still held on to being the adoring big
sis.
The brilliant white lights of the small house revealed
the picture of both girls sitting down next to each
other cross-legged on the downy, carpeted floor in
front of the couch. They were each wearing thin satin
teddy night-dresses that looked more like prepubescent
lingerie. Ryanne was in purple and Marti was in pink.
Just like the ones in the little girls section at K-
mart as a buy one get one free special.
The shoulder straps were as thin as string and the
fabric leveled off just above their chest. The hem rode
all the way up their thighs in their cross-legged
position. Were it not for the feminine coloring of the
satin, the fabric would have been just about
translucent. It draped their young and tender bodies in
a fitting, but comfortably loose fashion and revealed
plenty of their succulent form to all who would look,
let alone pedos. Best of all they were totally naked
underneath, even their raw and fresh baby pussies were
partly exposed and being tasted by the warm air.
Their eyes were transfixed to the large TV screen
several feet in front of them. Their bodies were
relaxed and fresh as their light frames hunched over
slightly. That simplistic scene of preteen displayed
just how perfect the girls were, with the lightly
tanned and creamy skin of their legs and shoulders free
to view, their glossy black and brown hair flowing down
their back as silky as the satin they were wearing, and
faces so beautiful and complacent it would be a waste
not to cum facial blast them.
"Oooohhh Ry, I like this song. Hehehe." A rare smile
appeared across the face of the sleepy 6-year-old as
she snuggled against her sister, an attractive row of
perfect white baby teeth between her lips.
"Me too! I only wish I could sing like that, or even
know half the words." Ryanne became visibly animated
from the film and her sister's delightful young voice
that was unusually laced with cheer.
"Just try and sing some of it." Marti pivoted her face
to look at Ryanne, mock daring her with a playful
gleam.
The bright colors, joyful catching melody and fantastic
characters at the start of 'beauty and the BEAST'
momentarily took them away from the tormenting
nightmare that was their reality.
***
This was one of the very few times that 'Uncle' Elliot
Strainer had left this secluded house of extreme
preteen sexual abuse. He had left the girls home alone,
but assured them in a very solemn and scary sermon that
if they tried anything that he would disapprove of,
such as trying to escape from being the preteen
sexually abused, then he would know about it. And they
would then be 'tortured'.
The harshness in which he emphasized the last word made
both girls gasp in terror, and even though they only
had a vague idea as to what it meant and what it
involved, they dared not ask to find out more. And as
much as they would have jumped at a chance to runaway
from that horrible house and HIM, they knew there was
no chance, as he had locked all possible escape points
from the outside and all connections to the outside
world were blocked off. He was now God in their world,
and so was his cock.
Despite still being kidnapped and trapped in their
domestic prison, they felt like it was the Christmas
that they would certainly miss out on the moment he
stepped out the door. Finally they had a sparse moment
without the unimaginable pressure and fear that came
with being a mighty predator's preteen plaything 24/7.
A chance to be themselves together, and to act like
sweet meat happy little girls.
The innocent, carefree and bright personas that they
were before being raped had been almost entirely
suppressed due to their 'inhospitable' environment.
However, it was also one of the things that made them
so attractive, and what Elliot yearned for that made
his cock harden in their presence. Yet never again were
they like the little girls 'playing in the park' he
knew while they were with him, not since he first
plunged his PREDO penis inside of Ryanne's virginal 7-
year-old undeveloped baby pussy all those weeks ago.
There were those rare times when the two preteen
sisters thought that they were alone, and when brought
together, engaged in the comfort of each other's loving
company. Their beings igniting small sparkles in a
space of darkness, to create captivating episodes of
little girls, just being little girls – oh-so-sweet
voices, giggles, naïve sisterly comfort, talk of hope
and home and the most adorable, curious little girl
chatter about trivial things that even a retard could
follow and that even a genius could stay interested in.
But at those times, he was watching them. And it
refueled his monstrous desire and LUST for them and
their scrumptious 6-year-old and 7-year-old bodies that
would make his just-cummed slug of a cock expand into a
mutant, or to cause his already raging hard-on to grow
beyond sensible, simply on the rawest desire. The
cruelty that took place as he relished in breaking up
their sisterly respite and catching them out when they
thought that they could compose themselves between the
BRUTAL sexual molestations was gut-wrenching.
In no time at all the girls realized that when they
spoke to each other, or when he heard either of them
talking normally (not being on the verge of tears or
panic), or laughing, or cradling or touching each
other, it always drove him insane for some reason,
beyond the comprehension of their little preteen pea-
brains. And it made him and his horrifying and vile
cock-monster-snake-thing always want more sex stuff.
They learned quickly that they had to detach from each
other, and to always act sad and defeated, to save
themselves from any additional harm by his brutality.
That wasn't hard for them and it was true to their
pathetic situation, since they were raped, broken,
preteen baby whores!
***
At her little sister's prompts, Ryanne tried to sing
along with the movie like she was at a carefree,
private family viewing, "There goes the baker with the
tray, like alwaaays. The same old bread and...
sooomething, la-la... hehehe... Um, um... this poor
provincial tooown." She was a natural little songbird.
"Hehehe. That's probably all I know Marti... La-la,
laa-laaa, laa-la."
Her baby slut sister giggled back, thrilled with
Ryanne's entertaining effort. "Hmmm... hehehe. That was
pretty good I think. But you're like good at everything
Ry, so I guess it doesn't matter."
"You're a good singer too Marti. Actually I think
you're voice is better than mine." The 7-year-old
turned her head and brushed her face affectionately
across her leaning little sister and faced her with a
warm smile. "Oooohhh! I know this part too!" she sat up
excitedly, ready to sing sexily, her petite mouth
rounding out a dulcet note, "H-..."
"Here's where she meeets Priincce Charrrminggg..." the
6-year-old's voice carried throughout the house
wonderfully, as if adrift on clouds. Marti brazenly
stole the scene and surprised her big sis by sounding
out her own lovely little voice and cutting Ryanne off.
Half humming giggles and half singing while shooting a
quick glance up again at Ryanne cordially, her
beautifully featured face alight with the thrill of
surprising her sibling.
Ryanne soon joined back in, after she tee-heed the
contagious giggles out of her system while locked in an
open-mouth smile of encouragement to her lil sis. Both
of them joyously tried to sing the next part together,
although they playfully sung it rather out of tune and
out of sync. Their competitive streaks forcing their
vocal tones apart as they mischievously tried to outdo
each other. Otherwise they would simply collapse into
silly fits of adolescent girly laughter.
"Buut she woon't diiscover that it's hiim 'til
chaapterrr thr..." *CLICK* *CRASH!!* "...UUUHHHH!!!..."
Unfortunately their angelic and peaceful lull was
busted apart as the door unlocked and was slammed open
viciously, banging hard against the wall in a
terrifying clatter. Ready to let in the demons!
Their Uncle Elliot burst through the door, his heavy
6ft frame barreling through the front of the doorway.
He was now the centre of attention of their world,
which was now engaged in absolute terror! The happy
Disney colors on the TV screen all of a sudden seemed
as if they had faded behind the wall and disappeared.
The baby sluts grasped onto each other, as if holding
onto dear life with both of them trying to hide behind
the other. Even though they knew that finding comfort
in each other like that, so undisguised, would amplify
his lust for them. Their little mouths and eyes were
wide open, petrified on the spot. Their exposed preteen
bodies were shaking against each other to a nervous
breakdown. The rich tan yellow color drained from their
skin, as if their souls were escaping from how wide
their mouths and eyes were held open.
"Good evening ladies." Strainer smiled satisfyingly at
his two underage captives and nodded at them in
acknowledgement. "Oh don't mind me, you're voices are
so lovely. You can continue singing. Sorry about
slamming the door open like that. I think I just got a
little... overexcited... when I heard you two carrying
on." His devilish smile grew into a menacing grin,
matched with his large, hungry brown eyes that all
signified wicked intent. "You two look a little scared.
Is there anything the matter my little Marti-ni
bumpkin?"
The trembling 6-year-old shook her head promptly, still
unable to relax her flawless face and close that
beckoning mini cock-hole mouth of hers.
"What about you Ryanne?" He simply relished in their
fear. He could taste it, smell it, and obviously he
could see it. It filled the room.
"N... no... U... Uncle El-eee-ot..." her significantly
quieted voice trailed off into a chirp.
"Well good. I'm glad to hear that." He chuckled.
"Remember all those times I told you that I had some
friends that would like to see you? Do you remember?"
the girls nodded their heads slowly and in silence.
"Well, I have invited them for dinner you see. And they
are here now. So I expect you two to be on your best
behavior. But I'm sure you will have no trouble with
that... since you are both always such good little
girls!" they nodded their heads in the same fashion,
very unsure, and very afraid of what was going to
happen next.
If only he would take his vicious gaze away from them
for just five seconds they could whisper to each other,
even though they were sure that neither of them had any
answers, the soothing effect of vocalizing their qualms
might make things more bearable. The best they could do
then was to squeeze each other's bodies a touch tighter
with their tense little hands.
"You two will be good girls for these big, grownup
men?" His voice changed to stern, penetrating with a
point.
They both nodded their heads rapidly and held their
breaths. Their bouncy hair shimmered across their
shoulders and their fearful eyes fixated to his despite
how ruthlessly unpleasant it was. "Y..yess.. we will."
Ryanne's darling voice answered in staccato.
"Good." His eyes narrowed at them, and his face turned
mean. Fuck! It was so easy to get these two young sluts
scared enough to piss, he gulped hard. His erection was
swelling so fast it caught him by surprise.
Strainer turned around to the evening darkness that was
engulfing all that was beyond the doorway, his boots
making a deliberate thud amongst the silence.
"Gentlemen, please come through to my humble abode." He
said humorously as he gestured his arms toward the
interior. "For dinner we have our standard beef
burgers, and for dessert and the rest of the night's
entertainment, we have PRETEEN! I'm sure you are
familiar with them by now, only the finest, as I'm sure
you will agree."
"Thank you Elliot. We have no questions at all about
the quality of the PRETEEN produce that you have here.
From the sound of your menu there, I'd be skipping the
main every night and going for dessert!" An uncultured
man's voice sounded from the darkness outside in a
nasty chuckle, accompanied by the approaching steps.
The huddled little girls didn't know whether to try and
peek around Uncle Elliot and have a look, or to stay in
their current position in trying to stay inconspicuous,
although being inconspicuous was quite impossible for
two such bewitching little beauties like themselves.
They decided to stay put, finding each other's warm
embrace in the terrible circumstance too addictive to
dissolve.
Now that his back was turned they let loose their
frantic little whispers while their twinkling eyes
scanning ahead of them for the impending danger.
"Who's that?"
"I don't know."
"What's going to happen Ry? I'm scared."
"Me too... But maybe he will go out again and be busy
with them so we won't have to do sex tonight." At least
she tried to be optimistic with Marti.
"I hope so. It was good he was gone today... but he
said that they're having preteen for dessert. Aren't we
the preteens?" she gasped, "Are they going to eat us?!"
"N... no. I... I don't think so. B... but maybe he
means that... iieeeerrr..." she whimpered sexily, "that
he will make us do sex for them."
Marti gasped again. "Nooo..." her face bawled up in
despair and she started crying as restrained as she
could, even 'whispering' her sobs. She released her
arms from around Ryanne's lovely body and folded them
in her lap. Since Ryanne was the one closest to the
door, Marti shuffled herself around to hide her head
behind her big sis. She didn't care to peek outside
anymore.
"Shhhh Marti. Don't cry." Ryanne craned her neck around
to see her lil sis sobbing with her head pressed
against the middle of her back. She reached out her
soft hand to Marti's lap and rubbed it soothingly
against her bare naked right thigh.
"Aaawwww fuckin' God! They're beautiful..." Ryanne
snapped up suddenly to face the new voice several feet
away, where an ogre now appeared next to a very proud
looking Uncle Elliot all in those few seconds that she
turned to console her sister. Her small mouth was
partly open in surprise, while her eyes were hesitantly
observing one of the roughest looking men she had ever
seen in her life.
He was slightly shorter than Elliot, about 5'10", but
had a more solid and heavier build. He was also fat in
that regard, with a proud and bulging gut that piled on
his waistline and was stretching his black and red long
sleeve T-shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves,
revealing his thick and strong, hairy arms. He had a
head shaved to a dark brown stubble and a broad, pudgy
and dopey looking face that was surprisingly clean-
shaved.
His most striking feature was the large bolt holes on
his stretched ear lobes that had black and silver studs
pierced in them, the size of a small coin. Ryanne
couldn't believe such monstrous earrings like that!
He also wore baggy jeans that creased at his ankles and
a very scary and thick leather belt about 3" wide that
was lined with shining spikes, and to top it all off he
also wore heavy gothic combat boots.
"Girls, this is Big-Stew." Elliot patted his buddy on
the shoulder, who in return simply guffawed a goofy
grin while being unable to take his eyes off of
Ryanne's most angelic face and sexy body. The wicked
lust that his stare communicated to her made her self
conscious of how little she was wearing and how far up
her tan-glowing long legs he could see with her tiny
teddy on. As well as that she her hand planted up on
Marti's thigh that she knew he would receive sexually.
Embarrassed and afraid in front of this terrible
stranger, she quickly shuffled to adjust her body so
that her meager clothing would cover her as best as it
could. And with her right hand she pulled the hem of
her teddy down and did the same to Marti's with her
left hand to preserve their modesty.
All the while she was conscious that she could feel his
disconcerting glare gobbling up all of her exposed and
tender flesh, that there was plenty of, and seeing
right through the thin purple fabric to her naked 7-
year-old perfection.
"Ain't that nice Elliot, look how she is tryin' to look
all sexy for us... Looks like your momma taught you
right about not letting strangers share in your yummy
little body didn't she girly?" If a hyena had a voice,
it would be his as he cackled at the poor and confused
child.
"You can try and hide that sweetness in between your
legs from me now, but I promise I'll find it! And were
you playing with her little pussy when I saw you with
your hand up her leg there?" He laughed again at her as
if it were the most amusing – and arousing thing he had
ever seen, although she obviously didn't find it so
amusing and looked back at him blankly. She didn't want
to speak and let him hear her voice and give away more
of herself than she had to.
"May we join in boys?" Another rough man's voice was
heard approaching from behind the broad figure of Big-
Stew and was followed by a clattering of eager and
heavy footsteps. In no time at all an even more
menacing figure whose head towered above Big-Stew came
into view and emerged from the darkness. Big-Stew side
shuffled to allow his pedophile friends entrance
inside, while still gawking at his dreams come true
huddled on the floor in front of him.
With an uneven mix of fascination and trepidation,
Ryanne helplessly watched on ahead as three new
characters entered the scene. All of them looking
rather stunned at her the first time their gazes met,
and then forming into menacing grins which finally
evolved into a wicked laughter. As if they were
communicating with each other in that way. Which they
were, similar to the way a group of guys laugh and
carry on when a hot slut of prime quality enters the
room, these were the hottest fucking little girls they
had ever seen!
After the last man entered into the house, they all
lined up and looked down upon their delectable prizes.
As you can imagine, the 7-year-old fairy with the
perilous attention of five predatory MALES upon her
tried to shrink as best she could, wishing she could
disappear into a puddle on the floor. She was envious
and now annoyed at her little sister who had hidden her
face behind her, leaving her to bare the brunt of their
lustful stares and intentions.
Ryanne could feel how exposed she was, she might as
well have been wearing nothing. She didn't want to look
at them individually as the intensity on their faces
was too unpleasant. The best she could do was to see
them as a whole, her mind forcing her eyes to see as a
panoramic picture that blurred their frightening
details. She didn't realize how scared she herself
looked back at them, but they did. Her emerald green
eyes had become as clear as a lake and they could see
through to her thunderstruck soul and were relishing in
the moment.
They were a diverse bunch, but all-creepy characters.
The guy who entered behind Big-Stew was one of the
tallest men she'd seen, with his neck and head above
Big-Stew's, and also the scariest. He had alarming
amber eyes, just like a tiger's and just as ferocious.
Anyone could sense their malicious intent, especially a
crouched and vulnerable 7-year-old girl that he was
focusing them on! His hair was long, black and curly
and tied to a squirrelly ponytail down his back.
He had darkly tanned, almost red skin and his race was
a mystery. He looked like a mix of all of the native
races of the Pacific and Americas, a truly terrifying
blend! He wore a read tank top showing his amply
muscular build and sinewy arms and very dark blue
jeans. To top off the intimidation factor, his ears
were lined with what looked to be 'alligator teeth'
earrings and he had a massive black tattoo of a fiery
sun on his right shoulder.
The next man across was slightly shorter than Big-Stew
by about an inch or so. He was the stockiest and most
solid looking of them all. He had gelled brown hair
that was slicked back, with an oily face and a big,
bulbous nose. He looked very Greek. A thick gold chain
was hung around his neck and tucked into his tight,
shaded black stripe Armani shirt that had curly tufts
of sweaty brown hair peaking out at his chest. He had
massive, stubby arms and hands that just looked intent
on grappling her perfectly sized preteen body. He was
finally trimmed off with black suit pants and black
Gucci shoes with a gold buckle and wore several
expensive and classy looking rings on his piggish
fingers.
The final pedophile that was aligned stood at the
doorway. He was wearing a dark, very straight suit that
looked a size too big. He had a dark complexion and
tufts of spidery black and curly hair bushed out
underneath his black top-hat. His clothing made him
look very much like a pretender gentleman. He had small
and very beady and sinister eyes that were gray, but
looked spooky enough that they would glow yellow in the
dark.
His nose was long and crooked and with long and flaring
nostrils, almost like a beak. This added to the wiry
wrinkles on his face to make him look very greedy
indeed. He was rather tall, although even decked out in
his suit he looked deceptively frail like a beanpole.
His last noticeable feature was a large and menacing
looking black briefcase that he clutched to his right
side.
"Marti you baby slut! Stop licking out your sisters
asshole and get the fuck out here and say hello!"
Strainer exercised his control over her in an
impressive display. In no time at all her shining wet
mess of a pretty little tear-stained face emerged from
behind Ryanne, revealing her luscious good looks to
Strainer's distinguished guests for the first time,
much to their delight.
She perched up on her knees and sniffled before wiping
her face with her forearm so that she could clearly see
the danger ahead. After being harshly spoken to she
looked up at Elliot with attentive obedience. The
frightening crowd that had gathered before her soon
caught her awareness and she found her eyes darting
back and forth between these mean looking men and Uncle
Elliot in a nervous panic.
"Now baby cunts," he started softly "you said you were
going to be on your best behavior, AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN
SAID HELLO!" His bellow crescendoed in a fury directed
at the already blustered baby bitches at his feet. They
visibly jolted upright at his cruel voice, as if they
were about to be hit.
"H... hello." They both blurted out immediately.
"Not to me you stupid sluts!"
The shaken girls turned their heads to face the over
excited group of men, who were laughing at the whole
scene very amusedly while the girls couldn't understand
why. "Hello..." they said, in the softest and most shy
tones. The pedophiles were visibly awed by the
attention they had finally received from the two
littlies in a way they never would expect, seeing as
they were fully grown and matured men facing small,
immature 6-year-old and 7-year-old girls.
It was just like a group of nerds getting attention
from the hottest girls in school. They all felt a fuzzy
warmth conduct through their bodies that made their
predatory grins that much wider and their animalistic
cocks that much larger and harder.
Elliot smirked and snickered before he said "Now I will
formally introduce you. Stand up girls." The preteens
awkwardly hoisted themselves up off the floor slowly
and carefully, being diligent in holding down the hem
of their teddies and making sure that the vulnerable
nakedness between their legs of their absolutely
irresistible prepubescent vaginas was shaded from the
uncontrollable lechery of the great men that they were
being exhibited to.
"Get over here now." The girls hesitantly walked over
to Elliot at his command, their slim bodies were rigid
with their slender arms down their sides. Now that they
were standing up and in absolute full view of everyone,
they knew how exposed they were with their paper-light
child's teddies on, especially since they knew what
kind of men these were and the creepy way that they
were looking at them now.
Just in those few feet that they had to walk, it felt
to them as if they were being paraded around in a way
that felt so bad that it made them shudder inside.
Aside from making one quick and daring glance at the
frightening mob that had gathered to molest them, they
focused on looking straight ahead at Strainer's torso,
so as to try and dampen out the horrors of the world
surrounding them.
"Good cunts." He patted them both on the head as they
stepped next to him, standing a bit above waist height,
with their sides turned so that they wouldn't have to
face the very real stranger-danger strangers. "Now..."
he announced as he held onto Ryanne and Marti's outside
shoulder with each of his groping hands, guiding them
to face his friends.
He got distracted by the pleasant feel of their soft,
young flesh that was exposed to his hands, and molded
into each of them with his chubby and strong fingers
until they both squirmed and tried to shuffle away in
pain. How delicate and small their bodies felt under
his grasp was simply arousing.
"Alright young ladies, these fine gentlemen here," he
gave Big-Stew a playful punch.
"Ahawahawahaw." He just gaffed while leering down and
staring at them with his hunched shoulders and that
dopey smile that they knew meant that he was anything
but nice!
"You both already know the Big-Stew. This is Mohique,"
he pointed an open hand out to the ferocious looking
native giant, who gave a slight nod in return and a
satisfied grin. "This here is Nick," he waved his arm
over to the boisterous Greek man.
"Hello sluts!" Nick said after his introduction he
moved in and leaned his body over them to stare
intimidatingly at them. He had a rich and heavily
accented voice that bellowed with little effort. He
snickered as he saw the two sweeties flinch shyly from
his up-close eye contact and bullying presence.
Nick couldn't resist as he was so close to her just
standing there, so perfect and just brimming in her
nervous beauty. He raised his right arm and pointed a
fat finger towards Marti and before she realized, was
tickling her against her sexy tummy, wrinkly up the
thin fabric and feeling her nubile body. She gasped in
shock and stumbled back, bumping into Elliot's leg.
"Ahahahaha." Nick laughed in total regalement. His
voice was booming deep like he had four balls, which
scared Marti even more and made her try to shrink away
against Strainer's leg even further. "Awwww. What's
wrong little baby whore? Does it hurt?!" With his
poised and pointed finger he poked her hard again
against her firm, flat belly.
"Ufff..." The little girl keeled over in a puff. To her
it felt like a full-fledged punch because she was so
small and his finger was so fat. Before she had any
chance to recover, Nick was digging his finger into her
hard, just as if he was piercing her body without
breaking the skin as he had her pinned against Elliot's
leg.
"Ow...Stop... Ouch... Uufff... *cough* *sob*
iiiuurrrrr.... *sob*" She squirmed and struggled in
discomfort, crying out in sporadic and hopeless squeaks
as she tried to push his prodding, bulky hand away from
her body with absolutely no effect.
On the other side of the assault, Nick felt absolutely
enthralled! Even just feeling her body with one finger
through the satin fabric of her little tiny teddy, he
simply couldn't believe how fucking incredible being
free to touch and hurt and lewdly watch this 6-year-old
angel was. It was as if he was on the brink of
fulfilling his life's ultimate goal! It was so perfect
how she just crumbled at his touch, and how absolutely
fragile she felt.
Her painstakingly gorgeous face and her reactions and
weak protests against him were priceless. The touch of
her little hands and fingers against his furry arm,
although she was trying with all of her 6-year-old
might, it felt to him so soft and erotic, like an
intricate massage that triggered waves of pleasure
across his muscles.
In the desperate heat of her struggles, Marti herself
realized how futile she was against him. And when that
unsightly and rude finger of Nick's pinned her against
Uncle Elliot's leg and was bruising her cruelly on her
stomach, her slow baby's brain ticked into survival
mode and she spun around in a rush and ducked between
Elliot's legs in an alluring blur of pink satin and
tanned yellow skin.
She then hugged around Elliot's massive right leg to
conceal herself behind it and to shield her pained
tummy. And she also smothered her face against his
broad lower back in an effort to block out all of the
bad things that were happening around her.
"I guess she didn't like that. Ahee-Ahee!" Nick hooted
in delight as he watched the little girl shuffle away
and cower in fright. He was simultaneously joined by
hearty laughter from his buddies. "Isn't that right
sweetie slut? You feel so good. I wanna do it again!
You're just fucken' askin' for it!" He weaved his head
around to search for the distressed child behind
Elliot.
"Mmmppphhfff!...nuuwwww..." She smothered her face
against Elliot's back even more and muffled out a
squeal in protest while pattering on the spot with her
perfectly formed little feet like she was throwing a
tantrum, just because she might be 'bruised' again.
The men all laughed at her again in appreciation of the
show, while Elliot turned his neck around to look at
the little whore that had desperately run to him for
protection. He had an absolutely unbeatable grin on his
face as he looked down on the shiny black hair that
covered the top of her head while her face was buried
against him.
It was like he was very proudly showing off a new car
to the boys. He reached down and stroked her head. His
large hand could span her entire baby skull.
He could sense that the poor and utterly confused child
took comfort in him patting her on her soft, downy head
because her movements stilled and she became quieter.
He chuckled as he thought how ironic it was and how
fucking stupid she was, so desperate and so trusting to
anyone who wasn't hurting her for the time being.
Meanwhile he still had hold of Ryanne by her shoulder
this whole time, the grip of his sweaty palm causing
her considerable discomfort, but it was numbed out
because of the situation of fear.
She had been worriedly captivated by the scene with
Nick and her sister. The nervous quakes through her
slight body had now become those of shame, as she was
too scared at that moment to try and help Marti.
Instead it was like she was glued to the spot, watching
on in horror as this stranger was hurting her little
sister and she couldn't do anything... she didn't do
anything about it.
Her conscience was raging a flickering battle to help
out, but her body was frozen still in the process, just
not wanting to attract anymore attention to its
ravishing self, less it be ravaged in a similar way.
"Ahem! Gentlemen! If I may. I believe you have been
distracted in the moment, but I do not blame you for
that!" The trance of all of their pedophilic attentions
was snapped out by the very hooked New York accent of
the dark figure at the doorway.
In contrast to these brutal goons, he seemed a
meticulous man of a different class, with the only
thing they had in common being the sexual attraction
and desire to rape only the very prettiest little
preteen girls.
"Elliot, if you would be so kind to introduce me now to
the littlies. Young Ryanne and Marti. They are indeed
such precious children." The creepy coot's voice rose
in glee as he spoke about them.
"Ah yes, Professor. Please excuse me for that. Girls,
this is Professor Saul Schwarzstein." Elliot
confidently introduced them like they were a couple of
the sexiest and hottest escorts being shown to a
billionaire client at a party, bar the fact that they
were only 6-year-old and 7-year-old little girls who
hated sex.
The lurking Jew pedophile Professor confidently strode
forward towards the very startled girls. "Ladies, such
a pleasure to meet you. My, my, you are indeed the
beauties of the legend."
He looked at Ryanne intensely with his piercing eyes
whose icy gaze she could even feel! He also glanced
over to Marti but she was still tricking herself into
hiding, to his disappointment. He next leant over to
face Ryanne directly, at which she recoiled and
scrunched her face in objection at his freaky ugly face
so close to her.
The Professor cackled faintly and couldn't help but
grin watching the actions of this 7-year-old girl so
naturally repulsed by him. He reached out his hand to
her and she tried to lean back as much as she could
while still being held by Strainer. Her tiny palm sized
heart was racing in fear at even being touched by this
monster.
To her surprise he gently took hold of her wrist and in
the same pleasant manner raised it to his crooked
gingivitis mouth and kissed her soft hand flatteringly.
Even though his rotting, sharp teeth really disgusted
her she became hesitant rather than scared at this
man's contrastingly kindly demeanor to her. Ryanne was
left rather bewildered as he tenderly let her go and
then turned his attentions to her sister.
"Ahhh, Marti my dear." The 6-year-old still hid away,
trying to make herself as thin as possible so that less
of her body was poking out from the side of Elliot's
leg. Schwarzstein reached out for the top of her bare
arm and touched her buttery skin.
"Uuurrrmmpphh!" She tried to shake him off in protest,
feeling a very false sense of security since she
thought since Uncle Elliot had allowed her sanctuary
behind him that he was on her side.
"What the fuck Marti?! You little baby slut! Who the
fuck do you think you are! Get the fuck out here!"
Infuriated at her disrespect to his friend he yelled at
her with anger and grabbed her by her hair tensely.
"Yuuuhhh!!!... Ooowwww!... Ouch... ch... ch...*sob*!"
The whore cried out as she was hoisted by her hair and
thrown out into the open for all of the animals to see
and was left whimpering on her knees.
"You fucking little baby slut!" THUD!
"Oooowwww!... *sob* *sob* *sob*" She crouched over
after being kicked hard on her tender butt. She
couldn't help but cry louder in an incoherent method to
beg for mercy. But Elliot already had his boot raised
for a second strike.
"Now, now Elliot. I think she's learnt her lesson.
There, there baby sweetie. Shhhh." He approached to
hold her left wrist in the same sympathetic way he did
to her sister. Even though she was startled by his
touch as she had her eyes shut and was crying and her
head was facing the floor, she offered zero resistance.
He raised her arm up slowly and soothingly stroked the
top of her thin and smooth wrist with his thumb.
"Awww... there, there Marti-ni my dear." He was
consoling her very well. She had felt so alone and just
vulnerable enough to die just then, like they were all
going to rip her to shreds, but he was making her feel
safe and had saved her from further punishment.
Who was this man? She had been too busy hiding to see
him well before so she bravely decided to look up at
him and raised her messy and flooded face gradually to
meet him. She used her blur of tears as a semi-buffer.
"Ah. There we go. Isn't that nice you've shown me how
very pretty you are." Now that she was looking at him,
he raised her hand to his crusty and vile mouth and
gave it a respectful peck before shooting her a
reassuring smile. "See that wasn't so bad now was it my
little one?"
As she saw him like that after all that had happened
just then, he was not the terrible creepy crawly she
thought that she would see from her first impression.
Although still rather ugly, to her he looked so nice
and kind and as someone different to the type of MAN
that she had known from Elliot. He looked like a loving
Grampa to her. But still too scared to smile, she
simply nodded her head at him and sniffled. Trying to
be a good girl for him and stop her crying.
Ryanne, who was still watching from the sidelines also
had felt the difference of this man, and after watching
his conduct, her notion of him changed similarly. Her
tiny heart fluttered again, but not out of fear, but of
the hope and possibility of salvation that this nice
old man might be able to bring them.
"Well, well girls. It was nice of you both to greet
Professor Schwarzstein like that. Now, how about you
say hello to all of your new friends properly."
Strainer shoved Ryanne forward roughly, so that she was
standing in line with her sister, who was still on the
floor. "Get the fuck up Marti!" THUD! He kicked her
again on her bruised bottom.
"Ooowww!... owww... oowww!" She yelped as she jumped up
and instinctively held her bottom with both hands,
before huddling next to Ryanne again. Totally
spluttering in fear as to what would become of them
next.
"You fucking slow ass Marti. Now girls, to be polite,
you have to go over to each of these men here and kiss
them where their privates are and then you can sit back
down on the floor there and keep watching your little
movie." Beauty and the Beast was still running but they
hardly noticed as the live scene in the room had
totally stolen the show.
Ryanne timidly looked back at Uncle Elliot, uncertain
about her instructions. "Well? What the fuck are you
waiting for whores?! Go! You rude little sluts!"
Strainer motioned them forward and was rather angry at
their inaction.
Spurred on by his shouting at her, Ryanne mopily walked
forward towards Big-Stew and Marti trailed after her.
She kept her line of sight straight ahead so that she
wouldn't have to look at the rest of his scary face or
body. When she got close enough to him that she was
almost breathing him in, her face was just above his
waist and she was just staring at his dark clothing.
She bent down and peaked her little rose petal lips to
kiss him at his crotch in the most fantastic and cute
little girl way. The innocent way which she executed
the act contrasted deliciously to the crudeness of what
she was doing.
"Ahawahawahaw!" Big-Stew gaffed again, impressed and
very proud of the greeting he was given by the young
child. He looked down at her with the most captivated
smile he had even had in his life, and it stayed like
that as Marti followed her sister's actions and pressed
her lips against his curled up and busting dick.
The girls were careful only to kiss him with the
slightest pressure and to not give him the gratuitious
eye contact that may have spurned him into insane as
they could feel the massive, bulging and heated man
meat even through his thick clothing, like a sleeping
king cobra with its alarm almost ready to go off.
They moved very gracefully, almost like they were
flowing through a ballet routine towards the awaiting
Mohique. His eyes were intent in anticipation as he saw
them sadly approaching him at cock level. It was
incredibly stimulating as he saw and heard Ryanne
deliver a tender kiss against his constricted cock that
was at the perfect height of her mouth. It only
reinforced why he loved to harm and sexually abuse
little girls.
She floated away very quickly though, which made it
seem too good to be true. Like his world had stopped,
just for that mere second that her lips were against
him. He was stunned again as he watched her lovely
little sister take her place and plant her own flowery
and immature kiss on his hardened body.
The sluts had grown in confidence since they were
largely left alone while they humiliatingly kissed the
men in the naughtiest of places, even though they
didn't do a very good job and were obviously rushing
the performance to do as little of it as possible.
By the time they trotted over to Nick they kept a
considerably longer distance away from him and his
bulging package. Ryanne daringly stuck her neck and
upper body out like a giraffe in captivity, closing her
eyes and hardly forming her lips properly which gave
her face a very soft and sweet look that still kept
Nick beaming in fascination.
As fast as she could she piped out the sound of her
unconvincing kiss before spinning around faster than
she started and dashed back over to Elliot in
embarrassment. It was so abrupt that her peck didn't
even touch his body, only the very edge of the fibers
of his pants.
Marti thought it a good idea to join her sister as soon
as possible so she jumped over to be in front of Nick's
crotch, gave him more of a jab with her mouth than a
kiss, and turn-tailed and ran back as fast as her brain
and body could work together.
"Good girls!" Elliot chimed in as they returned to him
like dogs. "Now whenever you see a man that you haven't
seen before, or who you haven't seen in more than half
an hour. You have to greet them like that. No more hugs
or handshakes. Only kisses at their cock! Do you
understand?" They both nodded at him swiftly and
obediently while looking up at him so small and
innocent and helpless, their arms were at their sides
in a respectful posture.
"Good. Now you can go fuck off and sit down there and
watch your little show while we have our meal." He
ushered them over in front of the TV where they were
relieved to sit down again. They tried hard to
concentrate on the movie to use it as an escape from
the world of abuse around them.
***
"Mmmm. That food smells so good. I'm so hungry. He
hasn't fed us all day... Uuh! Maybe we will get some of
those burgers they got! I hope... Ryanne, what do you
think's going to happen to us?" Marti nudged her sister
in a whisper, while her eyes continued to look straight
at the TV.
"I dunno. But it wasn't that bad so far. Except for
that Nick guy. Did he hurt you?" Ryanne whispered back
in concern.
"Yeah, he was mean. But they all look so scary. I'm
scared about what will happen after they finish eating
Ry."
"Me too. But they didn't say they were going to do
anything to us. They might just want to touch us again
like they did before. But as long as they don't make us
do other stuff! They haven't shown us their yucky cocks
yet."
"The Professor man... He was kinda nice. Don't you
think so Ry? He was nice to us and he didn't hurt us or
make us kiss him, and he stopped Uncle Elliot from
hurting me more."
"I don't know Marti. He seemed ok. I mean, yeah he was
nice to us. But then why is he friends with these other
guys that are all so scary and they keep laughing at
us?... M... maybe he might secretly be here to save
us!"
"Uh..oh?! You really think so Ry?!" The somber demeanor
suddenly perked up in excitement.
"I... I dunno Marti. Maybe. But I just hope that they
don't want to sex us in our wee-wees. I bet their cock
things are really big and I don't think they'll care if
it hurts us." The discussion was coolly brought back to
their current reality when Ryanne cringed in fear. She
now only realized that they might both be raped again
very soon. The night was still young and she could feel
time ticking away, too slow for the danger to be over
soon, and too fast for it to be far away.
"N... nooo Ryanne. No. Maybe that Professor man will
save us. I don't think he would hurt us. I... if they
try and sex us, if you think so Ry, maybe we can try
and..."
"OI! Knock your fucken' baby talk gibberin' out you
little baby cunts! I'm tryin' ta watch da movie!" Big-
Stew's uncouth voice ringed out from behind them.
Shocking them into silence, like naughty little girls
at the back of the class being caught out for talking.
Strangely enough, while eating at the table behind
them. The gathering of pedophiles despite soon enough
being able to have the two most adorable baby cunts at
their disposal kept relatively quiet. They simply
observed the cunts, watching their slender and
scrumptious young bodies exposed so scantily as the
girls sat sprawled on the floor in their teddies. The
only noises to keep the girls from being too suspicious
were the shuffling of burger wrappings, loud burps and
the mumbling of lewd obscenities.
The interruption by Big-Stew's distinctive voice made
them both even more curious about what was going to
happen. They very gradually turned to look behind them
as if they were peeking out behind a corner.
It was the first time they had dared to look at the
group of men who they realized had been leering at them
the whole time. Their adorable faces had on a very
submissive and shy look that was a reaction to their
desire to attract the least attention to themselves.
"What the fuck are you looking at cunt?!" Big-Stew
barked at them as he scoffed down the last portion of
his burger with his mouth open and specks of food
spitting everywhere. He truly was a disgusting
creature, slouched down on his seat with his amply fat
gut heaving with remnants of his meal stained over his
shirt.
"N...nothing Mister..." Ryanne apologized quickly and
nervously before turning back around in defeat to look
back at the TV. She also found it embarrassing and off
putting to see that all of the men were silent and
looking at her.
"Girls, come here I wanna talk to you." Strainer issued
a tough command, got up from his chair and walked over
to the strip of wall between the two bedrooms. The
girls swapped a worried glance at each other before
raising themselves off the floor and walking over to
him tentatively.
They stood before him, just waiting there so very
prettily and looking up at him terrified to obedience.
He crouched down a bit so that he was comfortably close
to their height and draped his heavy arms around each
of their shoulders like a collective group hug.
"I'm very proud of you two. You're going to show me and
them how big and grown up you are. You've almost made
it. I knew you were my special and favorite little
girls and you deserve to be, you always will be. Your
parents would be thrilled with you two and how well
you've behaved, Ryanne, Marti. You're the two most
hardcore little girls on the planet which means you're
the best!" He leaned his face in to shadow theirs and
whispered to them soothingly.
They were both taken by surprise by the way his
demeanor instantly became pleasant towards them and the
nice things he said to them. They were now totally
confused as to what was happening. He didn't call them
one bad word, but they were still very wary of him
because they knew how quickly he could change, and they
were also unsure of what hardcore meant.
He next wrapped his chunky forearms around their necks,
bringing them close to him in a cozy hug. He held them
there, very tenderly. Savoring them at this moment,
feeling their pristine and taut little bodies against
his, inhaling in their subtle and delicately sweet
aroma. Ah, he reflected on how he had them, and that
these little girls were completely his to own and to
dominate.
His next thought formed in his mind rather pleasantly
as he had them in that gentle, paternal embrace. Even
though they were tense and nervous and were probably
thinking about bad things happening to them. They, at
this moment, naïve as they were, were unknowingly going
to be gang-raped, hard.
A satisfied smile crossed his stubble-lined face as he
thought of 'before and after.' Sure, now they were
still talkative and could find degrees of laughter and
happiness, as well as strength in each other, and their
bodies were healed and fresh. As he touched them and
admired them, he imagined that very soon they would be
in hell, and after it all finished, would they still be
the personable and irresistible bumpkins that they were
now?
As a result of the hug, both girls felt rather nice,
comfortable and safe in the warm hug that he had them
in. Especially since they were in a room full of creepy
strangers who all looked much worse than their brutal
abuser. His physical contact in that way set them
eerily at ease, and almost sleepy.
There were periods of time that they had spent with him
here in the house of horrors that he had sometimes
acted normal to them, like the way he was before he
kidnapped and raped them. This brief moment felt like
one of those times.
"Uncle Elliot?" Marti asked very cautiously, just
testing the water.
"Yes bumpkin?" Another surprise, he responded nicer
than he ever had.
"Um... I'm hungry. We haven't eaten at all today.
And... and do you have another burger for us?" Her plea
for food in that knee-wobbling sweet 6-year-old voice
of hers made his muscles pump in arousal.
Strainer turned his head to look at his pals with a
smile, who were still seated at the table and watching
the secret meeting quite happily. He turned back to
look at his two littlies. But his expression had
changed again, back to his usual, but terrifying grin
of lust. "You will get to eat Marti, after we have our
dessert of preteen and you have finished your supper of
CUM!" He boomed out loud, making each word mean and
deliberate and causing the preteens to crumble in
terror under his bodyweight and the shock of his split-
personality.
"Now," he leaned in to whisper to them menacingly
serious again...
That was all the pack of pedophiles could hear as they
watched in fine contentment at the taming of the baby
cunts. For them it was like being a European eco-freak
watching a near-extinct creature thriving in their
natural environment.
The girls' faces were obscured by Strainer's body but
the pedophiles could still see how anxious they were as
their long, bare legs were trembling and pattering up
and down in angst. And they could see the loose, shiny
satin fabric that clung to their perfect bodies
shimmering downwards towards the hem, as their bodies
were nervously twitching as they were presumably being
given their instructions of how to prepare themselves
as objects for MALE pleasure.
***
Ryanne looked at herself in the mirror of Uncle
Elliot's bedroom. Even she herself was disturbed at how
dejected she looked, like she was watching a movie
which featured the saddest little girl on Earth. She
just couldn't bring herself to even display the
smallest traces of a smile.
She thought she used to be so pretty, but the girl
looking back at her seemed like a dark, but seductive
and sad clown that she didn't recognize. Her normally
bright green eyes were sunk low, her usually perfectly
straight and distinctly formed brunette hair now looked
like a blow-dried mess. Her skin had seemed to have
lost some of its former glowing radiance that always
accompanied her lively and animated facial expressions,
which had now morphed into a somber and vacant visage.
The shiny gloss of her little pink lips had also become
paler.
Lifelessly, she slid her arm along the desk in front of
her to take hold of a large hot pink plastic hoop
'whore' earring. She scraped it along the hard desk as
if it was too heavy for her, before lifting it up off
the edge and turning it back and forth in front of her
eyes, thinking about how wrong it was for her to wear.
"This is going to look so silly." She sighed to herself
as she brought it up to her left ear to put it on. She
had never worn hoops before, only innocent and prettily
colored small studs. She thought hoops were only
something that adults and teenage girls would wear to
look 'sexy' and that she wasn't ready for them as a
little 7-year-old girl. It didn't help that these
really were 'whore' hoops as they were so big that the
diameter would almost reach from her ear to her
shoulder as well as the combination of them being a
very slutty hot pink that even she could tell was
distasteful.
When she had them on, she turned her face side to side
to look at herself in the mirror. They wobbled around
effortlessly as she did this and she was lucky that
they were only light plastic. "That looks so bad." She
whispered as she compared herself to those times she
played dress up just to look silly.
She soon got over it and moved onto her next task when
she reached out for the tube of cherry red lipstick.
She thought that when she would be allowed to have free
range to play around with makeup it would be one of the
happiest days of her life, as she would be that much
closer to being a grown up. But she didn't want to be a
grown up anymore.
Unfortunately it was too late as she had already gone
all the way and had sexual intercourse, performed oral
sex on a penis and had had no limits lesbian liaisons
with her sister.
Ironically, she now viewed makeup on little girls like
herself as wrong and completely sexualized. As she
twisted out the red stick of color, she no longer felt
the dizzying feeling of applying makeup as being one of
the most fun things in her limited life, like those
times when her mommy sometimes let her try on different
types of makeup or when she used to sneak it on herself
out of her mommy's draws.
She just felt numb and naughty and indecent while
watching the girl in the mirror opposite her
nonchalantly applying the rich red stain across the
length of her dainty upper lip. It was a smidgen too
thick as it was an adult size tube, but she was only a
7-year-old little girl.
*SQUEAK* *CLICK* A large flash of yellow light glowed
in the mirror. It was quite startling in the darkness
of the dimly lit room as it only had one blue lamp that
was placed on the desk, just in front of the mirror,
providing soft, ambient illumination.
As Ryanne's listless eyes focused on the doorway in the
mirror, even more startling than the light was the wild
and gigantic figure that soon blocked it out. Mohique
looked like a terrifying werewolf, with his muscled
arms postured at his sides and his long fingers looking
more like claws.
Her little heart started beating so fast she could hear
it. The drowsy and unwilling state of her body a moment
ago had now been taken over by the realization of panic
and her senses became inconveniently sensitive.
She knew that one of the men was coming for her, but
this one was the biggest and scariest! Especially since
he never spoke. She wasn't even ready for him yet, as
she hadn't had the time to mentally prepare to be
sexually assaulted again.
Mohique closed the door behind him, leaving the room in
a dark, unspiritual blue glow once more. He looked at
the back of the little girl seated a few feet in front
of him. She was all his. He just couldn't fucking
believe it. He gaped at her perfect young preteen body,
wearing her K-mart night clothes that revealed her
perfect form and supple skin and her sexy long,
luscious brown hair trailing down her back and
shoulders.
He next turned his attention to her gorgeous face in
the mirror. She was looking back at his reflection,
absolutely stunned like a cock-mullet. He could taste
her fear, the look in her translucent green eyes. She
was full of uncertainty and fear, just about begging
him not to harm or molest her. He also couldn't help
but notice that slutty stain of lipstick on her upper
lip, it was simply... provocative. Even more so that
she held the open lipstick tube in her small quivering
hand, frozen in inaction.
"Well," he said to her with a hungry gulp, "Elliot said
that you're going to get yourself looking all pretty
for me. I'm going to watch you put on the rest of your
makeup." His voice was less aggressive than he looked.
He had a very average tone, and for whatever reason, a
hint of nervousness, as if he was finally asking the
girl of his dreams out on a date.
"O...k..." Ryanne squawked back weakly. She was
completely wary of his presence that she saw in the
mirror, and she could feel his massive aura so close
behind her. Her distraught mind scrambled around for
the next thing to do until she finally remembered the
tube of lipstick in her hand. She brought it over to
her mouth and slowly applied it across her bottom lip,
leaving the preteen with completely overdone cherry red
thick lips. They looked so unnaturally fat like that it
made Mohique's cock jump around in his pants with her
little-big lips just begging to suck a cock.
As she puckered her lips back and forth it reminded her
of a very important protocol. She got up fast and
hurriedly moved herself over to Mohique and gave him a
decent full kiss on his crotch that left a sweet pink
smudge of lipstick on his crotch.
He watched her in sheer amazement and excitement. He
thought it was such a fitting greeting from a 7-year-
old girl. The pressure of her lips against his
straining and restricted live python made his muscles
pump and contract. But in no time at all the shy child
had twirled back around and clamored back onto her seat
to get back to the much safer task of making herself
look as irresistible as a preteen corner cunt.
Ryanne concentrated on looking at herself and what she
was doing in the mirror, trying to narrow her gaze to
block him out from her sight. She next reached for the
black eyeliner pencil, then leaned up against the desk
to look closely at the mirror and drew a smeary black
line under her eyes.
Mohique appreciated her effort when she perched up on
the desk and her sexy little butt was poked in the air.
The hem of her teddy was riding up so teasingly up her
upper thighs.
Next, Ryanne dabbed in the rich, black eye shadow
sponge and smudged it in a messy cloud above her
eyelids. She knew she was doing a terrible job, but she
had never used it without her mommy showing her and she
was also under terrible pressure. She felt rushed by
the man waiting behind her who wanted her to put all of
this stuff on.
Finally, she unscrewed the mascara brush and shakily
brought it up to her eyelashes. Applying it to both
upper and lower lashes, making them absorb an unnatural
too-sexy and heavy character. The overall finished
product was that her eyes were like instant bait to the
rest of her body, looking like a puffy black cloud with
twinkling green emeralds in the centre. She did a
totally shitty job, with upper and lower, and left and
right all uneven and some spots of ink were still
running. It was about as bad as a 7-year-old can draw.
To sum it up, she looked like a fucken' dirty little
preteen whore! Her sexy face was like a palate of black
and red ink, smeared and smudged in just the right
places. She took one chance to admire herself in the
mirror and was horrified at how shitty she was as a
child makeup artist. She thought she looked terrible!
As if she had gone to a fair and had her face painted
almost like a clown instead of having makeup
intricately applied.
She spun around to look at Mohique in a defensive panic
"I'm sorreeeey... I didn't do a good job. Do... do you
want me to do it again?" But Mohique was quite
impressed and beyond ruthlessly aroused at what he saw.
A desperate, overdone baby whore! Whose pretty face was
smudged around in little girl applied makeup that made
her look like an irresistible slut, and those cheap
pink hoop 'whore' earrings meant she was begging to be
fucked like a slut!
"No baby. You won't have to. You look... exquisite.
Unreal, unreal... You're so sexy Ryanne." Mohique's
eyes grew wilder by the second and he gawked at her
ever hungrier.
"Um... ok Mister..." It didn't help any that he liked
the way she looked either. She sat on the edge of her
chair and turned her head down, looking at her knees as
she rocked them from side to side. She knew that they
were going to do sex soon, but she didn't want to make
the first move, even if that's what he was waiting for.
"You can call me Mohique Ryanne." He said as he rather
tentatively took a few steps closer to her and stroked
the little girl's long, luxurious hair as she looked
down sadly.
"Ok. Mister Mow-heek." It was unbelievable how this
little 7-year-old girl made him feel just by talking to
him. It was a totally enthralling experience as if he
had scored the date with girl he had always wanted.
"That's a good girl. You're so beautiful..." He pinched
both sides of her cheeks in between his massive thumb
and fingers with his hand under her chin to turn her
face to look at him, a gorgeous preteen whore, sadly
and fearfully looking back at him with that over the
top fucking sexy, messy and smudgy makeup job.
She tensed her body, preparing to be touched and
molested at his will. "What's wrong you sexy little
thing?"
"N...nothing Mister Mow-heeeek..." Through her squashed
cheeks she managed to blubber up a frightened response.
He let go of her at which she still continued to look
submissively at him, her sore cheeks reddened in color
as their fullness returned to her face. It was a
harrowing moment as he stared her down. His face was
intense, and expectant, she knew he was waiting on her
for something.
"What do you want me to do Mister Mow-heek?" She said
in her tiniest voice.
"You're supposed to be getting all dressed up and
pretty for me Ryanne. Aren't you forgetting something?"
Mohique had now become much more comfortable in this
fantastic situation, and had taken to verbally toying
with the littlie.
"Oh yes... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
forget... I'll do it now. I didn't mean to forget
Mister Mow-heek. I swear!" A hot flush of alarm coursed
through her body and she sprang off the chair and
darted over to the bed where her new outfit was laid
out while Mohique's glowing animal eyes followed her
nimble body.
She thought she had done so well in at least attempting
to prime herself into looking extra pretty for him. And
she was rather glad that he thought she looked so good.
Funnily enough, she was disappointed with herself for
forgetting about the other step in the equation. But
much more than that she was fearful of Mohique getting
angry at her, and if he was anything like Uncle Elliot
then it was something she would do almost anything to
avoid.
Ryanne leant over the bed and felt around with her
little hands for the very minute item of clothing that
she had been told to wear. It was very dark and so hard
to see it, especially since it was black and so small
and Mohique's humongous body blocked out the light from
behind her.
When her hands touched it, she it felt out and was
surprised by how little of it there was. She held up
the underwear known as a g-string with both hands to
see which way it went around. It was sheer black
spandex and tight, tight enough to fit a slim 7-year-
old girl, at whom the product was directed, or at least
directed at their perverted 'owners'.
"How am I suppose to wear this thing? Parts are torn
off or most of it's just a big hole. It won't even be
worth putting on." She thought to herself as she
examined it. She looked at it unimpressed as she held
it up with her fingers. She just couldn't imagine how
it would stay on and wrap around her sexy preteen body.
It took her a little while to figure out how the thin
string spandex would actually fit and go on her. She
finally got it by comparing its shape with her usual,
much more modest little girl's panties and figuring out
that the thick part that would actually cover her
somewhat would go in the front and hide her wee-wee.
She was still unsatisfied by how it would go on since
it didn't even really cover her up like a normal piece
of clothing when she bent down to slip it on underneath
her teddy. Daintily lifting one foot up like a graceful
crane and slipping one side of the flimsy string up
past her ankle.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah." Mohique's voice cautioned out from
behind for her to stop what she was doing. She froze in
that exact posture, bending down with one leg slightly
bent and raised and her hands at her ankles, about to
pull up the g-string further up the smooth pathway of
her legs.
"Ryanne, I would like for you to take off your little
night dress there first before you put that on." He
spoke very calmly, but she could still sense him
looming behind her.
"Ok..." She squeaked pathetically, knowing she'd now
have to be naked in front of him. She stood up straight
and let the g-string drop to around her ankles.
Looking straight ahead to the black darkness of the
wall and trying to concentrate against this
embarrassing moment, she hesitantly reached her left
hand across to the purple string strap of her teddy and
brushed it off her smooth shoulder. The right side of
her clothing dropped like a feather and heaped up in a
wrinkle midway down her back, betraying a teasing
amount of her perfect, lightly tanned flesh, and now
hung solely off the loose string on her left shoulder.
With her other hand she held her meager clothing
against her stomach so that she had control over how
fast it would fall, since by keeping it pressed against
her like that she would be able to manage her own
nakedness and be able to cover herself up with her arms
as extra security, even though he could only see her
back right now.
From Mohique's angle looking over her. It was very
apparent that she was covering herself up from him,
trying to preserve her baby modesty from his prying
eyes. Who did she think she was? How fucken dare she!
Right before she was about to slide off her left
shoulder strap with her lovely and delicate little
fingers, Mohique ambushed right up against her in just
two gigantic strides. He engulfed her little hand in
his as it was touching her shoulder. The feel of
holding a part of her body was incredible and she felt
so tiny to him, which made things all the better.
Her heart just about stopped in her chest and her lungs
expelled a wheezy gasp while her mouth opened and held
in a breath in shock as this man who was three times
her size snuck up on her in her state of undress and
held her hand tightly.
"That's not what I had in mind Ryanne, you sneaky
little thing. We will do it my way now. Let me undress
you first and then I will watch you put your new
clothes on." With his right hand he held her bare right
shoulder and then began to stroke her there with his
fingers. His hand was twice as big as her shoulder. He
couldn't help but marvel at how wonderfully small the
perfect 7-year-old little girl was compared to him.
"Time to turn around little baby." He spun her body
around to face him, using her shoulders as handles.
"Yes, that's better." She was now looking up at him
with the most irresistible little girl look of naïve
uncertainty as he manhandled her. She bit her lower lip
with her bright white front baby teeth and her healthy
green eyes were clearly sparkling as she was close to
crying.
He then savored the moment of sliding the remaining
strap off her body to gradually unwrap her full naked
preteen glory for him to see. With both straps off, he
moved his hands to hold around the side of her upper
torso, pressing the purple satin against her body to
keep the teddy from completely plunging down in a heap
too quickly. It had not yet fallen below her supine
preteen breasts.
The feel of his uncomfortably hot hands capturing her
defenseless body like that made her shudder and turn
her face down to the floor in desolation. She was now
fully trying to detach from the physical reality that
she was now going to be molested again.
Mohique was absolutely captivated by the unveiling of
his prize and held his dry breath for a moment before
edaciously wetting his lips by flickering his grotesque
purple tongue like a serpent. He gripped her firmer
around the same spot and felt her cringe at his
pressure and elicit a restrained whimper. His thumbs
were poised against her front and his fingers were
around her back, the disparity in the size of the two
of them was so much that his thumbs and fingers were
almost touching around the thin circumference of her
body.
He next massaged his hands downwards in a leisurely
stroke, moving the smooth and flimsy purple fabric of
her little girl's teddy with him. Gradually more and
more of the light yellow tan perfection of her skin was
revealed to his animal's eyes. The amber hue in them
looked as if they were on fire with lust.
He slid it down past her pink-brown young 7-year-old
nipplets that were in the middle of the fleshy panel of
her little girl's chest, then down lower to reveal her
sublime panel-flat and toned little girl's tummy to
just above her belly button.
She breathed in deeply with a rasp and shut her eyes
tightly as she felt the humid air finally buffeting
against the shamefully exposed and vulnerable lovely
skin of her tender chest and upper belly.
Finally he released it from his grip and dropped the
remainder of the teddy that sparsely covered her belly
button down to just above her knees. It feel like an
elevator down her trembling, sheer legs.
Her privates were on display and she was a totally
naked preteen little girl for this predator. His eyes
widened in greedy lust and fascination as he saw the
perfect curves of her lower body and pubic mound which
trailed down to perfectly match her long slender legs.
However, the magical centerpiece of the scene was the
start of the crevice of her barely-there hairless coin
slot baby pussy, a tiny indent against her consistent
yellow skin.
"Oh my Lord... Fine, fine... You are just so... ah...
gorgeous little girl... What's the matter? Are you
ashamed of how sexy and how very pretty you are?" He
reached her chin from under her down turned face and
titled her head upwards to look at him. She opened her
sad little eyes knowingly, caught in his gaze.
"No..." She answered him so softly. She tried to shake
her head but her chin was held by his talons.
"Then why don't you want me to see you without any
clothes?" He interrogated.
"B... because. I... Y... you can see me naked. I'm
naked now." She croaked up her worthless defense.
"Yes, I can see that sweetie." Mohique now spoke with
malicious intent. He formed a palm with his right hand
and pointed his fingers downwards, then pressed it
against her taut, naked chest, feeling out the slightly
raised tissue of her undeveloped baby breasts and then
smoothed it downwards, marveling at the feel of her
delicate preteen flesh. He rubbed his thick fingertip
against her tiny belly button hole. Splendid. It made
her body feel extra sensitive and twinge in revulsion
at this violation of her young self.
Next he slid his palm and fingers lower, to her prized
and sacred pubic mound. It was the moment she had been
dreading.
It was just unreal, he finally had himself this
helpless little 7-year-old girl who's vagina was all
his. He applied additional friction against her body in
excitement as his palm passed her belly button, pushing
her a few steps backwards.
He cupped her bald baby pussy mound with his hand that
spanned almost the entire width of her body. She
couldn't help but look down and see what he was doing
to her. She spread her legs slightly in reaction to her
sensitive genitalia.
"Ooohh. Yeah. You like that huh baby?" He stroked the
entrance of the deliciously tight slit between her legs
with his middle finger. Her feet fidgeted and she
shuffled around uncomfortably with the ticklish
tingling at her vagina.
He grinned wickedly and searched for eye contact from
her downward looking eyes while he tried to insert his
finger inside of her. The little whore was wetting up
involuntarily, but even still he could not readily
penetrate her almost closed 7-year-old vagina in one
thrust. He had to press against one side of her slick,
chubby lips to spread her slightly before nudging his
fat digit up to the first joint and into the dreamy
pocket of smooth hotness that was her baby cunt. He
could not believe that simply fingering a little girl
like Ryanne felt as good as having the best non-pedo
sex with his cock!
"Uuhhh-huh-uuhh." Ryanne moaned in a high pitched
squeak as she felt herself being invaded so crudely
even though her slut little pussy pulsed sensations of
pleasure all the way through her groin. Mohique
couldn't believe how tight she was. His finger tip felt
as if it was being wetly sucked inside of her preteen
vagina after it stubbornly worked its way in.
This was only the entrée but it was just too good - he
had his fingertip only a little way inside of her baby
pussy as well as the ultimate visual of her lusciously
naked 7-year-old body right before him.
As an entrée this was perfect, the ultimate teasing
taste to make him hang on for all the rest of his sweet
meat main and dessert. Reluctantly he smoothly slipped
his finger out of her silkiness and wiped the wetness
around her sexy lil belly button as a shiny trail and
the poked her there in a lewd fashion.
"You can get changed now for me little baby." His voice
was now hoarse in over excitement.
"Yes..." She whispered. She had the urge to cover her
body up with her arms now that she had been given
reprieve but sensibly decided against it. She reached
down to her ankles and stepped out of the purple pile
of satin on the floor and then fumbled around to pull
up the black junior sized g-string hastily up to her
knees.
"Ah-ah... No!" She looked up at the towering giant
before her nervously, wondering what she had down
wrong. "Start again Ryanne and do it very slowly." She
obediently acquiesced and let the baby g-string fall to
her feet again before bending down again and
concentrating on watching her hands pull it up the
length of her legs at a turtle-like pace.
"Mmm, yes. Very sex Ryanne. Very nice. Here, let me
help you fit it on properly." As she had it pulled up
to her baby snatch he knelt right down to help her
along. Him helping the little naked 7-year-old girl to
snugly fit on her g-string was a sweetly sick contrast
to a caring adult kneeling down to help a child tie up
their shoelace.
He brushed her small hands away and grasped onto her
tiny waist while digging his fingers in between the
elastic. The feel of her body in his hands as well as
the visual taboo of a sexy black g-string hugging
around her thin 7-year-old hips compelled him to
squeeze and mold into her fragile and naked ass cheeks
that were firm as cold butter.
He watched her perfectly flat preteen body right in
front of him jerk around in discomfort, just like a
live and irresistible bait to his pedophile attentions.
He couldn't resist and lunged at her naked chest with
his jaws, mauling her and biting the very slight curves
of her breasts and little nipplets while she screamed
in terror and tried to shake away.
He smiled at her terrified, yelping face as he scraped
upwards between her unformed tit cleavage with his
bottom teeth before biting down over the top and then
biting along in rows across her upper body. As wild
with lust as he was, he had enough control to not tear
or bite through her, but still caused much pain and
notched her fine skin with tooth marks and reddening
scratches. The taste of her skin was just as sweet and
wholesome as she smelt as he had his nose pressed up
against her body, like wheat and fresh milk with a
teaspoon of sugar.
For a final taste he chomped a big mouthful that almost
took in the whole of her left breast in his jaws. He
gripped his teeth around the succulent tissue of raised
flesh, and with his gigantic reptilian tongue slobbered
over her swollen nipple and areola.
"Uuuhhhhhoooowwwww!!!" The very sensitive and ticklish
sensations from his disgusting tongue as well as the
pain from the large bite made her scream out in
anguish. He finished off by squeezing her bruised
little ass cheeks harder, kneading right into them with
his powerful fingers and pressing her body even closer
against him, sucking against her baby breast as hard as
he could before bouncing his mouth off with an audible
pop. It left a terribly large and swollen pink hickey
on her defiled angel's body.
"AH-HEE-AH-HEE." He gaffed like the creep that he was
after he leaned back to observe his artwork on the
canvas of young girl's flesh.
"Now Ryanne, you can put your top on." He stood up
again to look down upon and belittle the poor, small
and traumatized child. Tears were streaming down and
clinging itchily to her face while she shivered and her
arms huddled up to cover up her sore chest. Her
formerly sketchy makeup job around her eyes was now a
complete mess! Her tears created a powdery black water
color line down her face and across her eyes.
She sniffled and wiped an arm across her face while
still covering her breasts up as best she could with
her other arm. This smeared the makeup around her eyes
in a thick blotch across to the right of her eyes and
continued to run in a faded, sooty trail. It made her
look like a forlorn little creature from a dark alley –
the dirtiest little preteen whore around!
She struck the perfect sexy model pose with the sheer
black g-string clad tightly around her hips, her flat
and sexy belly exposed and her left arm clinging across
her hardly-there tits, trying to preserve her modesty
even though she really didn't have anything there to
cover up.
Ryanne then sloppily turned herself around to get her
last item of clothing from the bed. It was purely hot
to watch the preteen spin around like that while
focusing on her little g-string that exposed her
reddened and swollen creamy little ass with the sexy
black string tightly pulled up between her cheeks.
A 7-year-old girl in a perfectly fitting g-string is
the most pedo-hot thing in the world! Mohique agreed
with that sentiment as his toned muscles pumped all
over his body as his lustful eyes sent the image of the
7-year-old's lithe, g-string clad ass and hips.
Ryanne sniffled again and her face was still shining
with the wetness of her tears, but she had regained her
composure as she picked up the skimpy white top and was
about to quickly slip it over her head. She stopped
abruptly just as she had her arms inside the opening at
the bottom and had it stretched against the front of
her body ready to put on. She turned her head to look
at Mohique behind her.
"Mister Mow-heek... Do you want to watch me put it on?"
She queried in such a sweet and shaky little voice.
"Oh yes deary, I do." Of course that was the answer she
was expecting.
Ryanned turned her body around and looked up at him
submissively while she very slowly raised the top over
her head and slipped it down over her head, giving him
one last glance of the wholeness of her delicious,
flat, immature body.
She pulled the white cut-off T down as smoothly as she
could, but was surprised that it would not go down
further even as she tugged down at it. It stopped
several inches above her belly button and only just
covered her baby breasts. There was still so much of
her delightful tender flesh on display. The slut teen-
style T she was wearing simply accentuated how much of
a whore she was.
"Ah yes, very nice Ryanne. Very nice." Mohique crossed
his arms in satisfied triumph as he ogled at his young
entertainer. She was the absolute perfect baby whore. A
preteen transplanted into the sluttiest teen clothing
with the appearance a hot teen slut would have if they
were giving themselves away to the star football team
on a party night.
She just stood there, hands at her sides, totally
dejected and afraid. The faded stain of black makeup
was drying in a path across her face that made her look
even more beaten. The pink hoop 'whore' earrings glowed
in the darkness and stopped jiggling, now as still in
the air as she was. The black g-string focused
attention to the tempting mound above her legs and
contrasted tastily to the creamy tanned flesh of her
panel-flat belly and her bleached white cut-off T.
This all combined to create the ultimate little sex
doll who stood right before Mohique, all of it except
for her sunken and defeated looking pose which was
anything but enthusiastic or horny for cock.
"Now I think we should start doing something. Don't you
little baby?" Mohique approached her and wrapped his
right hand behind the back of her head. Her hair had
this marvelously fine texture that he was sure only
little girls could have. He toyingly pulled her head to
his body. Quite conveniently her face was at cock
height as he rolled it against his tough denim jeans,
just to the right of his enormously straining hard on.
With her pressed against him like that he started
walking towards the bed.
Ryanne was trying her best to be calm. But he just felt
so strong and powerful while he gripped her behind her
head like that. She knew she had no chance of
resisting. As he walked her backwards, she did her best
to stumble back to avoid being trampled. However, it
only took a couple of his large strides before she felt
the firm edge of the bed cushioning against her ass.
Mohique now let go of her head and leaned his knee
forward against her body so that she then tripped
backwards onto the bed. Her sexy naked legs kicked up
into the air and then collapsed over the edge as she
lost balance, the back of her knees folded around the
edge of the bed in a perfect fit. He then took one
satisfied look at the 7-year-old girl lying down on the
bed with her cut-off T ridden right up to lewdly
display most of her body, before sitting down next to
her on her left.
He felt up all around her bare tummy with his palm in a
circular motion. Ryanne just lay there, too scared to
do or say anything but let him feel her like that. She
left her eyes open to look at the twinkling darkness of
the ceiling to help her detach from her reality and
couldn't help but breathe in short, shallow breaths
that unwittingly made her more anxious.
"Is there something that you're going to do for me now
Ryanne?" He said as he moved his groping hand up under
her T-shirt to rub against the low mounds of her
breasts.
"Yes..." She managed to squeak out. She still didn't
move or direct her eyes elsewhere as she felt pinned-
down and trapped with his giant hand against her like
that.
"Well get up and show me what it is." He said in glee
with a mixture of laughter. He slid his hand out from
under her top to let her rise.
She perched herself up in a sitting position next to
him with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.
She then glanced up at him, full of timid uncertainty
on her face. She was thoroughly disheartened and
further frightened by what she saw.
Mohique had an uncompassionate and expectant guise
looking aggressively back at her. His face truly was
that of a great predator, his crocodile smile revealed
a row of sharp teeth akin to a South American jaguar
man. He had a long horse-ish face that accommodated for
plenty of his dark skin and large, fiery amber eyes. He
looked like a serial rapist made to stalk the darkness.
The awesome and large alligator tooth earrings he wore
didn't help with subduing his appearance either.
She hurriedly averted his superior stare and looked
down to watch her lovely little feet bouncing back and
forth in the air. It was no wonder she couldn't stand
it, as the look she got back from him was as if he
would eat her alive! Such was his lust, and she knew
it.
Now seeing no other alternative, and after all of her
procrastinating, Ryanne slowly turned her head sideways
to her left to hesitantly look at her ultimate
destination. She could feel the heat in the room now
sweltering and pulsating around her, as if it all
radiated from the bomb underneath his pants.
Mohique's whole body felt flutters from his gut as he
saw the young child sitting next to him automatically
looking and focusing on his busting manhood without any
prompts, knowing at the tender age of 7 years old where
her future lay.
Ryanne waved her left hand over to the detonator and
softly landed her small hand there. It was previously
unnoticeable because of the dark color of his jeans in
the dark room and how tough the wrinkled denim was, but
now at this crucial moment, even with all of the
creases in his pants, there was no denying the massive
bulge that was stretching the denim! She was expecting
for her hand to sink a little into the creases, but it
surprised her to feel a flowing hot hardness that was
just about ripping for freedom!
Mohique exhaled in an animalistic rasp as he felt her
touch finally upon him. He watched in delight as she
recoiled a little, not expecting to feel the grown
beast so soon.
He chuckled before he said "Yeah, comon baby. You know
what to do now. Let it free, he's been waiting all this
time to meet you. He wants to show you how much he
likes you." He coaxed her further by reaching over and
rubbing his right hand along the small of her back and
up her neck and brushing the silks of her long chestnut
hair behind her.
Ryanne had now accepted her fate and urged herself to
go on with the show. She fumbled around for his zipper
and wriggled it all the way down to the bottom. It made
a long drawn out 'zzzzzzzzzzip' as she did it, arousing
Mohique to the max and made his immense muscles pump as
the moment he had awaited his entire life was now about
to become.
She poked her fingertips inside and drummed them along
his determinedly protruding rock hard member that was
still covered by his sticky boxer shorts. It was as if
it truly had a mind of its own, like a pissed off snake
trapped in a bag. As her fingers reached back up to the
top of his pants she fumbled around to undo the large
brass button that would finally unleash Armageddon. She
leaned over and brought her right hand over to assist,
and her nimble little fingers unhooked it. It looked
fucking hot to watch the little girl leaning over like
that in an effort to please cock.
Mohique shook his body so that his cock was free of its
constraints. Ryanne grasped hold of it by both hands,
measuring it as she felt around the sticky cotton
boxers. She could feel the sweat on them that was
almost soaking and the moisture of seeping precum.
"Comon slut. Now's the time. Do what you were made to
do!" She reached into the elastic and pulled it down
swiftly, as fast as she could, all the way down as
Mohique shuffled along to get his bulging ball sac free
as well. He breathed in deeply after the exertion, like
he had just been hard at the gym. "Good girl, good
girl... Yahhhh-ha... what are you gonna do huh? What
the fuck are you gonna do whore?"
It was a magical moment as they sat there, absorbed by
the sudden appearance of his obscene and wickedly lit
meat candle. It was probably the most defined and
veiniest penis out of them all. Erect and pointing
proudly and largely upwards, his foreskin still clung
tightly to the sides of the disproportionably swollen
and reddened head, glued by precum.
If not the fattest cock, it was still 8 inches of hard
steel that was a freakish tribal red color and simply
popped and bulged with a continuum of sinewy veins down
the length of the shaft that gave an unbreakable and
muscley effect. It was just like a terrible dragon with
its 'breathing' and roughly textured red bulb of a head
and its leaking piss slit looking like it was ready to
spit white hot flame. In addition to the very unkempt
tangle of long and rough black pubes that were two-
thirds up the length of the cock like a beastly mane.
Having now had a full and proper look at this
terrifying tool, she just felt like running away! It
was only the second hardened phallic instrument she had
seen, but was way scarier and uglier than Elliot's
because of its explicit and muscular veinage and its
redness that looked like a mutated disease.
Watching the cock in a wavering trance, Ryanne wrapped
the thin fingers of her left hand slowly around his
massive pumping shaft just below the head, trying to
become accustomed to it in the most gradual way
possible.
"Yaaahhhh...haaaa...aha." He groaned uncontrollably as
he finally felt the touch of her cool little fingers
creating friction on his throbbing and burning penis.
Her first touch felt equally as intensive as she was
hit by the pulsating heat, solid steel hardness and
sticky and varied texture of his pedo girth. Even
though it was dark she could see an outpour of gooey
clear precum pooling when she touched him.
She very gently jacked her little hand up and down in
the same position. Mohique was struggling to translate
the extremity of his first preteen pleasure. Her tiny
hand only just reached around and only covered a small
portion of his cock. It was an exciting visual to watch
something so small give so much pleasure.
She continued to do this in a very slow and steady
rhythm, like a teasing appetizer, gradually they both
saw her little fingers shining with fluid as the precum
overflowed on the head and treacled onto her enclosed
hand like honey.
Ryanne next shuffled around to turn her body sideways
to treat his penis on a better angle. She had the shin
of her left leg and the top of her left foot flat
against the bed so that she could comfortably lean on
that leg while her right leg was off the bed and her
right foot firmly planted on the floor. She kept hold
of his cock and wobbled it around like a joystick as
she changed positions. "Hahaha. Cool. All comfy now?"
Mohique said as he watched her.
She didn't answer or even look up at him but just
continued like a stoic little sex-soldier, and with a
firm grip, slid her hand down the shaft right to the
base while at the same time she moved her right hand
into position over the top of his leg to gently cradle
his sweaty, furry and gross nut sack.
"Yaaaawww...whhhoooorrrrre." He groaned and rolled his
neck back at the extreme sensation of pleasure. To feel
five of her cool, skinny preteen fingers so delicately
dancing over his overheating ball sack, while her other
hand rummaged and masturbated the base of his cock
nearby was just something he couldn't prepare for.
She next tilted the cock to angle towards her and
brought her face closer and closer to it while her
right hand still massaged his balls like a pixie.
However as she brought it in to about 4 inches of her
face she wrinkled up her nose, turned her face away let
out a distinctly uncooperative, but subtle little girl
whine.
When she stroked her hand downwards from just below the
head to the base of his messy and formidable cock, she
had peeled back the foreskin to its near limits,
unsheathing the entire putrid form of the cock to its
true glory.
All of the fluids and odors that had been biologically
stewing around in the confines of his foreskin for so
long had now been released, as well as a sickeningly
repulsive thick layer of crusty yellow precum paste
that lined all over the inflamed and sensitive flesh of
his extended-head.
"What's wrong little honey?" Mohique asked after she
had suddenly stalled. It was quite a question
considering he had a slut-dressed 7-year-old girl next
to him holding his grotesque penis and pointing it at
her own face. She was still looking away, as if stunned
by an invisible force that also kept her from moving
any closer to the cock.
"Come on!" He leaned over to her to grab hold of a
handful of her long, luxurious brown locks. He was
about to roughly pull her face back to the task at hand
when he also sensed what was wrong, or rather, smelt.
"Oh I see." He laughed. "Well, well. That's not a
problem. It just makes it all the better!" He pulled
her face over to the position where she belonged.
"Please... please Mister Mow-heek." She resisted quite
admirably. "It smells real bad! It smells too bad. I
can't..."
"You little slut! You're just trying to find a way out
of this. Do you think that's gonna work?!" He was
losing patience with her, and so was his cock, held
firmly by both of her heavenly hands and just busting
for more that it felt like he was getting cramps.
"No! No! I swear Mister Mow-heek. I swear I really was
going to give you a baby blowjob. But... but you're
cock thing really stinks and I don't think I can do it
anymore because it smells too bad and... and... I'd
still give you a baby blowjob if it didn't smell so bad
now." She was getting panicky and trying her best to be
a sweet and sincere little girl. "I... I can still rub
you? Please... please Mister Mow-heek?"
"Well my little honey. Do you know WHY it smells so
bad? Have a look there." He pulled her hair downwards
which jerked her face to look at his stiff cock rod. It
was hideous, like a carnivorous flower in full bloom.
"See all that yellow crusty stuff on there, and all of
that drying ooze. It just needs to be cleaned up and
then it won't smell. I have been very patient with you
haven't I Ryanne? Would you like me to tell your Uncle
Elliot how bad you've been?"
She shook her head fearfully, sheer terror in her wide
eyes. "No, no Mister Mow-heek pleeeeeeease. I'll be
good. I am. I was going to give you a baby blowjob then
but it smells so bad. B... but I'll still give you
one."
"Good girl." He slid his hand from her hair to the
exposed skin on her back and stroked her. "I want you
to clean up all of that crust and ooze off by licking
it up with your tongue until it doesn't smell anymore."
He said as he smothered her lower back with his
outstretched hand.
"Ok. Ok." She squeaked. She turned her face to the side
again and took a deep breath. And then poke out the tip
of her little pink tongue while craning her head
forward and angling the cock towards her with the
tender grip of her hands.
Watching the preteen child there with her succulent
outstretched little tongue closing in on his bloated
and yearning prick head like that was simply
incredible. Her face was still contorted and he could
see that her neck was reactively tense because of the
noxious smell of his foul penis that was as bad as the
worst rotten cheese that had been out with the flies
for a month. Not only that, but it was also compounded
by the constant natural and overpowering musk of his
genitals and his greasy pubes and the musky odor of his
sweating ball sack.
He could just feel her. Feel the electricity even
before her wet sweetness even made contact and there
was still an inch between them. "Ahhh-hoooooooooo." He
exhaled as he felt the first tingle of her moist mini
stroker surge through the tip of his greasy prick like
lightning. "Fuuuuuuck yeahhhh. That's it babydoll." He
felt the wafer light texture of her tongue as she gave
him a zippy lick on the same spot.
He could see she was holding back as she had to adjust
her breathing to the stench of cock power. "The faster
you clean that mess up the better it will be. And I
want you to hold out your tongue and show me the dirt
you have cleaned and then swallow it." He could see her
face grimace even more when he said that and she
scrunched up around her eyes like she was going to cry.
Finally she had a go and took her first big stroking
lick, wetly up the top end of his textured head, taking
with her a layer of yellow goop. He watched in
amusement at how she handled the stench with little
shallow breaths and held her breath when she licked.
She stuck out her tongue for him to see a filthy,
mustardy stain of yellow covering the lower end of her
taste buds.
"Swallow." She visibly gagged as her tongue rolled back
inside of her mouth and it looked like she had the
hiccups. It was the sourest, most disgusting thing she
had tasted in her young life and she thought it was
like eating rotten eggs. "Good, good. There's still a
lot left for you to lick."
She handled it better by taking deep and luxurious
strokes that would slick up a lot of gunk in one go and
then swallow it down the back of her throat fast. Soon
she was licking all over the stretch-textured and plump
head like it was a rich ice cream cone. Curving and
curling her long pointy tongue all over, coating his
prick tip in her baby spit.
Since her tongue was so small she was good at poking at
all of the crevices that were accentuated by how veiny
and muscular his cock was, especially the little ridge
just before the head where she slid her tongue around
to gather up the stuck crust.
She was really working the angles like a hungry baby
slut for the flecks of dried precum and if one didn't
know better it would look like she was having a lot of
fun. After cleaning off the fullness of his plump,
dripping red knob and leaving it a shining mess by
brushing her tongue back and forth speedily down it,
she had almost made the unsheathed hunk of his glowing
bulb and shaft into a polished piece of raw redness.
The only remnants of the sticky icky flakes of
solidified precum were now encrusted in the super
sensitive junction between his rolled back foreskin and
the raw flesh of his knob.
"Almost there baby. You've been doing such a good job.
See, right there. Just clean it off and then you can
really start with the baby blowjob." Mohique clenched
the muscles in his massive cock that made it expand and
contract like it was breathing and accentuated to her
how eager he was for her to continue scraping the curd
off the cheese.
Ryanne lowered her head and gingerly poked the squishy,
pointed tip of her tongue right against his frenulum on
the underside of his cock and slid it downwards towards
the stinking junction with only the slightest of moist
pressure. "Aaaahhhhaaaaa... Fuuuuuuck... you
sluuuuut..." Mohique couldn't believe how incredibly
skilled this preteen slut was, being able to pop
surprises and intense textures on him that made him
feel as if both heads on his body would explode!
When her moist pink tongue tip reached his putrid
junction she paused as if her tongue was stuck to it
and her eyes fluttered like a butterfly's wings and the
muscles in her face almost went into spasms as she
tried to deal with the rancid stench that stemmed from
the deposits of cum paste.
Her reaction was clearly visible to Mohique, much to
his pleasure. He laughed at her and stroked the soft
downy hair on the top of her head to pressure her into
performing.
She knew she had no other choice but to lick up and
clean all of that disgusting gunk off his bloated
prick, so once she had gotten over the initial shock of
the odor she flicked her tongue back and forth on the
underside of his cock, trying to bury it inside the
crevice and paste the yellow gunk into a finer layer.
She next outstretched the length of her tongue and
curled it around in a circular motion in sync with the
movements of her head to ring it right around the girth
of his rotten log, digging her tongue in between the
junction as best she could and taking with it a musky
layer of dried precum. The sensation of her baby
stroker tongue rounding around that most sensitive
point like that was almost enough to make him cry, if a
man like that ever could. Instead he growled and howled
like a monster as his senses overloaded with pleasure
and his cock reddened and veins bulged to the next
level.
It really was quite an amount that she had licked up
this time and it had balled up on the side of her
tongue. "Hold it out and show me." She strenuously held
her tongue out to show him the reeking glob of yellow
paste that she had licked up like sauce, she was
drooling and gagging as the taste was burning into her
taste buds. "Good. Swallow it." She happily complied
and gulped it down breathlessly.
She continued to twirl her tongue round and round in
the opposite direction, each time using more of the
surface of her wet padded tongue like she was scrubbing
him clean with a gentle wash. And with each unbearably
hot lap of her tongue he could see the visible results
as less and less flakes of the revolting crust was left
on his hideous pole.
Finally, as she was satisfied that he wouldn't find any
fault with her finishing up all of her 'ice cream', she
moved her head up and rested the slimy underside of her
tongue against the tip of his oozing prick head and
poked her tongue out as fast as she could to show him
the disgusting flecks of crust that stuck like
classroom stickers all over her tongue and contrasted
with the healthy pinkness.
Again he was totally taken by surprise by the little
tricks the preteen slut pulled to make his dick feel
fucking extreme. It was just so ultimate pedo-hot to
watch her show off the revolting meal she was forced to
lick while at the same time feeling the smooth, creamy
and wet texture of the bottom of her tongue sliding
across the very tip of his gaping piss hole, giving
such fine relief like pouring much needed moisture over
a beached whale.
"See, all better babydoll. Nice and clean for you to do
your baby blowjob." He struggled to pant out the words
as his mind wrestled with the idea that she hadn't even
really started yet and the prospect of getting a baby
blowjob even gave his nuts the cramps!
She rolled her tongue back inside her mouth before
swallowing the terrible sourness while drooling and
twitching her cheeks around to minimize the fullness of
her taste buds as she swallowed.
Unfortunately for her, the thick foulness clung to the
back of her throat and lingered on her tongue like she
had vomited without washing her mouth, leaving her very
agitated. The awful flavor stuck like burning chili and
it shamefully made her want to give the sloppiest,
meatiest baby blowjob to replace the taste with that of
the pungent, but bearable taste of raw man meat.
Ryanne linked the fingers of both her hands together at
the base of his solid shaft and with very light 'touch'
pressure she slid them upwards until they cupped firmly
over his slippery golf ball prick helmet. She then
intermittently began squeezing it while rubbing it
between her interlocked fingers and played with her
thumbs like little triggers that tapped perfectly
against his spongy flesh.
His pleasure-suffocated cock mini ejaculated a spurt of
precum all over her little hands as the perfect greasy
lubricant. She relaxed her grip and shifted herself
forward to return the cock to its neutral position.
Mohique huffed and puffed in anticipation as at last
his view of his own cock was being blocked by her head
drifting above it with her hair looking like a windy
chocolate cloud. He buzzed when he felt the flowing
strands of her soft her hair rustling against his
sandpaper coarse pubes. The last thing he could see
before it was all covered by her dark long hair was her
pink hoop 'whore' earrings that stood out like a cum
shot in the dimness and at that moment just seemed so
appropriate for the baby slut to wear as she was about
to perform oral sex.
"Aaaawwwww... haaaaaaawwww... Fuu-huuuck... Yeah-
heeerrrr..." He groaned insanely when he felt the
softness of her teeny tiny lips pressing firmly against
him, in between her spread fingers and right on the
gaping tip of his bloated penal head before she
skillfully twisted her baby tongue like a drill against
the entrance of his gaping and flowing pee hole.
It was all the more arousing to have his view of her
mouth blanketed by her tent of hair and simply feel and
imagine what sweet things she was pulling down below.
Next she rolled her tongue sideways along the lower
ridge of the head until she hooked it against his
frenulum and then began to flick it in rapid jabs
against his number one soft spot while she increased
the firmness with her hands and smoothed them downwards
to midshaft. She could feel his veins expanding as she
did this that she thought that they were going to
explode!
After a few more moments flicking her tongue rapidly
against his frenulum like a busy little bee, she peaked
her cushiony, teeny lips and planted a tulip of a kiss
just to the right of his enlargened pee hole before
pushing downwards and sliding the blissful wetness of
her tiny mouth to engulf his grotesque prick helmet
while keeping her lips sealed tightly over it with a
constant friction.
It felt plain fucking amazing as she swallowed it. Her
7-year-old mouth was so small he could feel that he was
bulging out of her cheeks and jamming against the roof
of her mouth without any effort!
He used her naked, arched back as an armrest for his
right hand and reveled in feeling up her tight little
body while she continued to perform oral sex on him
like a starving baby whore.
"Lower, fuck. Lower." He prompted, his words coming out
with some difficulty. Immediately he felt more nerves
from his penis light up on fire as her lips lurched
against them, but the continuation abruptly stopped.
"Mmmpphhhfffffff... mpphhhfff... *gulp*... *gulp*" She
had barely the entire bulb of the head, as well as
about an inch more of pulsating shaft that had passed
between her lips before she reached her limit. His cock
was so big and her mouth so small that it really was
plugging the back of her throat like a boulder. She did
her best to go deep for him but when she reached her
limit she simply moaned and snorted with her mouth
stretched around the massive member.
Her little tongue felt too constricted to play around
inside on the angle it was on so she slurped and
wriggled it under the roughly textured side of glans
tissue that was lucky enough to be positioned there.
After a moment holding like this she sloppily bobbed
her head up and down very slowly and luxuriantly. Her
lips left a trail only about up to midway up the head
where her preteen tongue could maneuver and baste
itself all over the penetrating prick tip and flick
across it in all directions, eliciting bestial roars
from Mohique before gently slide her mouth down again
to as low as she could take it.
Her little hands meanwhile were freely roaming around
all over the rest of his genitals from all over his
shaft to his balls and brushing his filthy hair out of
the way so that she could suck cock, rather in the same
way her hands would roll around and play with a tennis
ball. They could easily do this as they were wet with
the lube from her little girl's saliva and the test
tube amounts of precum he had been excreting.
After a few repeats of having this little girl bob for
his apple, Mohique was going crazy. He wanted to CUM,
fucking blow this baby bitch away with his tank full of
scalding seed, his whole body was on fire and it was as
if he had to do it to survive. But he also didn't want
this moment to stop. The fucking hottest forced little
preteen 7-year-old girl giving him head with more skill
than any other talents he was sure that she had and it
truly was the greatest moment of his life.
Ryanne could feel his inner turmoil since she was so
intimately connected to him at that moment with her
lips wrapped succulently around his cock that was
barraging against her throat. She knew the perfect
thing to do would be to try the 'baby blowjob drool' on
Mohique. For whatever young slutty reason, the idea of
fun actually occurred to her while having to do this as
she was curious to see if he would like it as much as
Uncle Elliot.
"Mmmmmpa." She sucked upwards to halfway up his red
bulb and slobbered a neat amount of baby drool over it.
Then she skimmed off of it with her bottom lip curving
across the slick surface of man meat before she raised
her face up to look directly at him. The line of spit
still clung to her bottom lip from his penis like a
liquid string and she licked across her upper lip
seductively, communicating to him how much of a cock
hungry baby whore she was.
It was almost enough to make him jump out of his skin
when he saw her do this totally out of character. And
especially the way her mascara, and her smeared black,
slut makeup that had really set around her eyes,
accentuated the intense and intimate eye contact that
she gave him with her twinkling green eyes shocking him
with preteen sexy.
She could tell that it did affect him. He seemed
absolutely stunned and speechless looking down at her.
She felt daring enough to try some more, like she was
almost enjoying it.
She grasped her hands firmly together around his thick,
boiling log and slid them up the slippery length of his
grotesquely erect and glistening member. It was hot to
see the mixture of natural lube thickening and bubbling
in between the top of her hands and the skin of his
cock.
She cradled his bursting bulb once more which
transferred the anchor of her baby drool line from his
penis to her hand as she worked her hands around the
head and the string of saliva now stuck from her hand
to her mouth. Next she massaged her hands downwards in
the same fashion while lowering her head in unison
while maintaining the irresistibly sexy eye contact.
She then gave him a sloppy lick from his frenulum to
his pee hole with her flattened out tongue that made
even the veins in his forehead begin to pop! And then
finally while staring up at him in her most 'see how
good I am' look she flicked and brushed her tongue
rapidly back and forth between his pee hole and
frenulum.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! On your face! On your fucking face
you little baby whore! Fuck! YAAHAAAHAAA! FUUU-HUUUUCK!
Cum on your face slut!" He couldn't take it. He never
thought she would be so fucking good to sneak his own
cummage up on him like that!
"On your fucking face!" He yelled at her as he felt his
nuclear cummage burning through every single popping
vein in his cock.
Ryanne quickly complied and sensed the utter urgency of
the moment to obey him for her own sake. She pressed
the cock against her face and her hands could feel it
jerking like a bull hose and she rubbed it in the area
under her left eye and close to the side of her nose
when in no time she was fucking blasted by a boiling
shot of heavy cum so hard that it just splattered all
over her face.
Mohique finally felt like the volcano he was meant to
be as his whole body was upturned in animal fury. He
did not relent, but she did as he continued to
ejaculate and spurt bursts of thick, scalding, stained-
white gobs of semen onto the repentant child's face.
She took the first jet like a trooper just like he
wanted her to, although she had to squint her eyes. But
she was nastily surprised at how heavy and altogether
unpleasant the load felt against her delicate little
girl's skin and senses. So when the mightily exploding
phallus of RAW MALE POWER kept spitting up shot after
shot of rancid sticky CUM she tried to back her pretty
little cum-coated face away in disgust. Mohique did not
like that.
"All... ALL of it on your fucking face! If any gets on
me I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm fucking warning you
baby cunt!" She spluttered and babbled as she forced
herself to hold the spurting penis close against her
face so that he could ejaculate more semen onto her.
Her face had been blasted so thickly that mounds of the
stuff clung to it, although it spread unevenly towards
the left side of her face. The gooey white cream was
dribbling down and wobbling on her chin like she was a
melting wax model.
It was a disgusting mess because there was so much of
it and because she had flinched after the first load to
avoid a complete facial. There were also large drops
that had landed into her hair now as well and were
thinning out and dampening her silky strands. A fair
bit had also sprayed onto her neck and around her upper
body and then began soaking into the very thin cotton
of her very skimpy top. The patches of thick, warm
liquid on various parts of her body felt very
uncomfortable against her sensitive young skin.
Taking his terrifying warning to heart, she made sure
she scooped up the excess that was spluttering out of
his stinking penal tube into her lovely little hands.
It was very hard not to spill any on him because of the
angle she was on and that his cock was poised over his
right leg.
But she tried her absolute best and was genuinely
terrified of him now. She leaned back so that none of
the cum on her body would drip onto him, but still held
her hands out to catch and squeeze out anymore of the
cum. Her hands were wet before, but now they were just
coated in thick layers of the white ooze.
Mohique's slowed breathing and heaving chest signaled a
closure to the momentous moment that was over in a
flash, although Ryanne was still focusing on his cock
with the most urgent concentration. For her those
several seconds felt like a lifetime and it was not
over yet.
She very carefully rubbed and jacked off the over-
sensitized and spluttering cock she held so wonderfully
in her hands, cupping her right hand at the tip to
catch anymore cum. When the blasts finally slowed to a
dribble and the once hard steel melted into mere
muscle, she scraped off the last of the pooling white
slime with the edge of her finger and carefully brought
her cupped hands over to her body.
Ryanne was now at a loss for what to do but to wait and
see what Mohique wanted. She felt so dirty and bad. The
feeling of the thinning and runny and warm cum that was
soaking and dripping all over her body as well as the
gooey pool of it that she held in her hands made her
not help but think about what she had just done and how
naughty she was to actually try and make some fun of it
at the end. She figured she got what she deserved when
she was shocked by the wicked blasts of cum.
Ryanne started heaving, gently at first and then she
started to cry - sobs, spluttering and all. Just like a
naughty child who had lost her favorite doll and
couldn't help but let it all out like a crying little
baby slut.
The sound of her sweet voice and even sweeter crying
gradually brought Mohique back from the temporary
stupor of the most A-fucking-mazing cummage of his
life. The orcish male dopily turned his head to his
right.
The very fine moments that had just passed flashed
through his mind when he saw the beautiful 7-year-old
girl half kneeling on the bed wearing a home stripper's
outfit, simply smothered in the disgusting, viscous
pearlescent fluid that was oozing down her body like
stalactites while she was stuttering and bawling and he
could tell that her beautiful face was in anguish even
though her finer details were coated in a veil of cum.
Mohique breathed in and out deeply before he spoke.
"Why are you crying Ryanne?" She made no meaningful
response but just lurched her chest and shoulders as
she struggled to voice her words but was simply
overwhelmed by the motions of her own tearful
blubbering.
She didn't really have an answer to his question though
so she just hiccupped and spluttered along, not being
able to think of anything past one word as she
continued to cry. However her crying did have a clear
purpose now, by showing him in the most delicious way
how scared she was that her lack of an answer would
make him angry.
Having gotten plenty of stimulation from watching his
sweet meat little captive, he looked back down at his
swollen, yet flaccid lump of rotten sausage that was
still fully protruding out of his pants like a sore
thumb and still glazed in sexual juices. His coarse
black pubic bush sprung around it like a noxious weed
to emphasize just how plain ugly his package was.
"Heh-heh." He sniggered when he figured out for himself
why the little girl was crying and he felt mighty proud
that the slime of subjugation that she kept clinging to
her own skin was his stamp of dominance and superiority
over her that sprung right from his very own ugly
package dangling grotesquely on the edge of the bed.
"The power of cock." He mused.
"Ryanne! I want you to make good use of that special
gift of man cream that I've given you. Get up and stand
in front of me here and I want you to get all of the
cum that's on your face and hands and anywhere else
it's on you and I want you to rub it over your belly
and on your sides near your tummy. Do you understand
me?"
She nodded assertively as she started to get her crying
under control, which had now subsided into bouts of
shaky whimpers. She became more relaxed when she was
given some clear direction by him of what he wanted of
her next and she was relieved that he wasn't getting
angry at her just yet. When she nodded it was funny to
see the lengthening gobs of cum drops that clung to her
face jiggle around like an albino turkey.
Ryanne slowly shifted herself up off the bed to walk
over to the spot in front of him that he had shown her.
It was very cool and very hot at the same time to watch
the sweet preteen in her super high cut-off T, sexy lil
girl exposed belly and extreme pedo tiny tot black g-
string shuffling along and leaning her cum-dripping
face over her cupped, watery-cum filled hands to make
sure she didn't spill any and that she still had all of
the foul fluid on her to show Mohique.
Mohique rested his chin in his hands and stalked her
with his gaze in a lewd, voyeuristic posture. He cocked
his head at her in acknowledgement when she was in
position, about two feet directly in front of where he
was sitting.
Ryanne looked back at him nervously. Her eyes glanced
upwards in cautious submission. He was sitting down,
but he was a massive man and no matter what, she felt
so small and frightened whenever she had a fresh look
at him. She brought her cupped hands that had been so
nurturing in cradling the pool of opaque cum, against
the silky smoothness of her naked skin so that her thin
wrists touched just below where her cut-off T started
and her flesh began, right below her baby breasts.
In a gradual effort she tilted her hands vertically, so
her palms touched against the slight puffs of her chest
while the semen dribbled down her delightful panel-flat
belly. She tensed and shivered a bit as she felt the
cooled ooze tickle against her flawless, sensitive
skin. She next smoothed her hands quite rapidly down
and around her tummy and rubbed herself all around like
she was oiling her body for a tan. It was fucking hot
to watch her spread and glistening cum coated little
fingers erotically sliding around her body.
By now most of the cum that had been blasted onto her
face had gravitized downward, leaving a clear film of
prick grease over most of her face while blobs of cum
had accumulated around her lips and chin or curled
under her chin to dribble down her neck.
Once she had smoothed out and rubbed enough of the cum
from her hands onto her belly, she hastily clawed at
her face to gather up more cum to use before wasting
any by dripping it on the floor. Her very pretty little
face was soon clearing up, leaving behind a greasy
sheen, while around her tummy and the exposed sides of
her body she continued to apply and rub more gunk over
herself in a hot lube dance.
It didn't take long before most of the cum was drying
up, leaving telling, white crusty stains all over the
small area of exposed skin her tiny body had. And with
that too came the repugnant musk of dried cum that she
began to feel overwhelming her like she was breathing
in the fumes of a gas stove. Worst for her it was
inescapable and she couldn't even bear to bring her own
hands near her face because they smelt so strongly of
male seed.
Mohique was speechless throughout the ultimately
captivating show. There was no need for him to say
anything. It was just an incredible thing to watch a 7-
year-old girl smear copious amounts of cum all over
herself and to let nature take its course in arousing
another brutal raging hard-on. "You're so hot Ryanne
little baby. So hot... You're such a good girl knowing
what to do. You're a natural slut. See how good you
are, he's already halfway there again. Come here and
bring him back to life again with your mouth sweetie."
She felt dread creeping through her once more. It was
as if her conscious mind had left her when it realized
after everything that she had done already, the
ruthless cock still needed more of her to feed on.
She felt as if it would never end and her heart was
filled with despair. This night had gone on for so long
already and since it wasn't over she also felt as if
she would be trapped in this moment forever. Something
Mohique would sure appreciate.
With her arms dead at her sides, she started to
listlessly walk towards him. Her eyes had focused on
his revolting meaty package that she could see
expanding before her very eyes like something was
inflating it. It looked even more sinister in the
shadowy blue darkness of the room.
When she got to him, he grabbed hold of both of her
thin arms, one in each hand, by her biceps. She
squirmed in a futile panic at first, scared of what he
would do with his strength on her. His powerful grip
easily encircled the whole of her arms and she could
feel how strong he was and how dominatingly he
possessed her now. He could easily crush her to the
bone or toss her anywhere he wished.
"Pl-leeease don't hurt me Mister Mow-heek... I'm going
to suck on your cock again like you told me to." To
hear a 7-year-old girl say those words in her
traumatized little 7-year-old voice was just unreal.
He used her arms as levers and pulled them down, which
brought her upper body and head down into perfect
position. "Suck it slut. Take the lot in your mouth and
I want to watch it grow out of your mouth whore." He
squeezed her arms hard for good measure.
"Ow! Owww..." She yelped in pain and tossed her head
back. Surely he had bruised her. She looked at him
pleadingly. "Mi... Mister Mow-heek. Pl... pleeease
don't hurt me. I'm going to do what you want. I will
give you another baby blowjob if... if that's what you
want..."
"Yes, that's a good idea Ryanne. You can start with
that and lets just see how big and hard you can get
it."
"Y...yess... ok..."
Mohique watched in blissful glee as the hot preteen
slut 7-year-old little girl opened her mouth wide as if
to accept a big spoonful of food, but all she got was
COCK! His semi erect phallus regained a life of its own
as she tenderly took it inside of her mouth, stuffing
as much as she could of it in until her little button
nose was rubbing in his stiff black pubes.
Very soon she was on the retreat as the cock stiffened
and lengthened as she slid her mouth backwards along
the shaft with her lips ringing a juicy seal around it
until she popped off the ridge of the head with a wet
kiss.
The 8 incher was back so soon. She was a good girl,
good at being a fucking worthless baby whore!
Continued in part 4...
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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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