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Kimmy and Amy's Haunted House Adventure
by Principal Peter (address withheld)
***
Kimberly Conrad and her best friend Amy go trick or
treating. On a dare, the two preteens enter the
neighborhood "haunted house". What they find there isn't
what they expected. It's better! (MMg, ped, nc, rp, v,
oral, anal, exh, bd, gb, extreme)
***
"Ready?" Amy said to her friend, five year-old Kimberly
Conrad. The kindergartener was adjusting her costume
before she and eight year-old Amy went out trick-or-
treating. Kimmy was dressed as Cinderella. She wore a
blue mini-skirt that just barely covered her firm little
ass cheeks. On top she wore a blue crop-top shirt with
short puffy white sleeves. The top barely covered her
tiny pink nipples. Her mommy had tied a blue ribbon
around her pale blonde hair. To complete the sexy outfit
she wore a pair of clear plastic four-inch high heels.
She wore no underwear, and when she bent over her
hairless labia were visible, as were the bottoms of her
ass cheeks.
Kimmy's best friend Amy was also dressed as a Disney
Princess: Ariel, The Little Mermaid. Her flat chest was
bare except for a small shell-shaped pasty over either
nipple. The shells were about an inch across, and left
the girl virtually topless. She also wore an aquamarine
fabric belt tied low on her narrow waist with blue and
green 18" long translucent gauze strips attached to
"cover" her legs. Under the fabric strips was an
aquamarine thong. She wore sheer green thigh-high
stockings and blue-green four-inch heels to match her
belt. Amy had had her dark hair dyed bright red.
Together, the girls looked like a pervert's wet dream.
"Yup, ready!" Kimmy chirped in reply.
"'Kay Daddy, we're leaving!" Amy yelled from the front
door.
"Have fun, Honey! Make sure to take candy from
strangers!" Amy grinned at her friend in reply to her
daddy's joke. Of course they would take candy from
strangers, especially adult men!
The little preteen sluts headed out down the sidewalk,
enjoying the looks they got from all the daddies (and
some mommies) who were escorting their kids from house
to house hunting candy. Kimmy and Amy were looking for
treats too, but not candy. Amy had a plan, and she
grabbed her submissive little friend's hand and led her
past a bunch of houses handing out goodies to stop in
front of a large, dark, deserted-looking house. The
Milton House. The neighborhood children maintained that
it was haunted. They said a little kid had been killed
there, and that her ghost was trapped behind the doors
and windows; that her spirit wouldn't rest until her
murderer had received justice.
The story was not true, but the reality was worse. No
children had been killed at the house, which was a
large, rambling, 3500 square foot colonial built in
1895. It was all that remained of the Milton estate,
which had been broken up and sold off to developers in
the 1960's. The huge ugly monstrosity crouched in the
middle of the resulting neighborhood like a mean old
man, scaring all the kids by its mere presence. Two
tall, mangled hedges bordered the sides of the large
weedy yard, and dark paint peeled from the wood siding.
The windows were dark, as if covered from the inside.
In the early 1970's, two brothers – all that was left of
the formerly powerful and wealthy Milton family – lived
in the house. When little girls started disappearing,
the Milton brothers – Charles and Simon – had been
suspected immediately, but they refused to cooperate
with investigators, and there was not enough evidence to
justify a search warrant. The police started hounding
the brothers, staking out the house, following them
wherever they went, etc. The disappearances slowed, but
didn't stop completely.
Finally, the authorities got a break. The two brothers'
car was pulled over because of a blown tail light (which
an enterprising officer had disabled the previously),
and when thumping was heard coming from the trunk,
officers opened it to find a six year-old girl hogtied
inside. The brothers were arrested immediately and their
house was searched. In the basement investigators
discovered a secret room behind a shelf unit, which had
been set up like a medieval torture chamber.
They found a four year-old girl chained to the stone
wall, naked. Video equipment had been set up to record
all the goings-on, and it was essential evidence in the
brother's trial. The Milton brothers had kidnapped,
raped and tortured eleven preteen girls over a period of
three years.
Intense "interrogation" revealed that the girls had not
been killed. The brothers had sold all of them to a
group in Columbia, and at that time all of the missing
girls, age five to ten, were in filthy brothels serving
as forced prostitutes. Nine of the girls were recovered.
The other two had disappeared into the jungles and
farmland of South America.
The Miltons had been sentenced to eleven forty-year
sentences, to be served concurrently. The girls hadn't
been killed, so life sentences were not available. They
had been released after thirty years, due to prison
over-crowding and their advanced ages – Charles was
seventy two and Simon was seventy - and they returned to
the old house quietly. The mansion was still theirs,
since they had inherited it and owned it free and clear.
They were independently wealthy due to the family
fortune, and had paid for caretaking while they were
"away". The brothers now lived in the gloomy confines of
the run-down house. "Haunting" it, if you will.
Kimmy stood staring at the dark façade. She looked up at
Amy. "The Milton house?" she said, "No way!"
"I dare you!" said Amy, a mischievous gleam in her
pretty dark eyes.
"Unh-unh," the five year-old slut shook her head
negatively.
"Come on. You don't have to go in or anything. I'll be
right here watching. Just go ring the bell, and if any
one answers, just yell "Trick or treat!" and run back
here, "What are you, chicken?"
Kimmy looked at her friend slyly. "I will if you will,"
she challenged.
"Hey, it was my idea," Amy said. She hadn't planned on
this bit of rebellion from her ordinarily submissive
friend.
"That's right, it was your idea, so you should do it
too." The five year-old asserted, "If I'm a chicken,
you're a double chicken!"
Amy had two choices: back out and lose her authority
over her younger friend, or go along and risk – well,
nothing really. It was all a big dumb fake story, right?
There were no ghosts. She made up her mind.
"Okay, scaredy cat. If you're too big a baby to go
yourself, I'll go with you. I'll even go inside!" She
was secretly hoping that by threatening to go in the
spooky house, Kimmy would want to back out, but it
didn't work.
"Okay, come on." The five year-old slut replied, and
took Amy's hand. The two half-naked preteens approached
the dark, gloomy house together.
Kimmy pushed the old-fashioned doorbell, and the girls
heard a two-toned bell inside, like a gong; Ding Dong!
They waited for a minute or so, but didn't hear anything
else. Amy knocked hesitantly on the peeling paint of the
front door, but again there was no reply. She put her
hand on the doorknob, looking at Kimmy.
Kimmy stared back, her big blue eyes wide. Amy turned
the knob slowly, and both girls jumped when they heard
the "click" as the latch opened. The big door swung
inside slowly on squeaking hinges. They entered side by
side, holding hands. The interior was dimly lit by the
streetlights through the filthy windows. They hesitated
in the front hall, huddling together for security.
"Okay, we did it. Can we go n-–" Kimmy's question was
cut off by the door swinging shut behind them with a
bump and a familiar "click".
Amy rushed back to the door and tried to open it, but it
was stuck. The little girls could find no way to get the
door unlatched. They stood looking at each other with
fear in their eyes. Suddenly, they heard a bump. It
wasn't a loud bump, but they both looked at each other.
"Did you hear that?" Kimmy whispered.
"I think so," her spooked friend answered.
"We gotta get out of here!" Kimmy squeaked.
"Which way?" Amy asked, starting to get really scared
now.
"I don't know. I've never been here before!" Kimmy
started to cry.
Amy took the five year-old's hand and tried to calm her
friend down before they both lost it. "Okay, okay. Look,
there has to be a back door, right? Let's go down the
hall and find our way out a door or window or
something."
Sniffling but no longer openly crying, Kimmy nodded and
went with her friend as the eight year-old led her down
the hall into the dark interior of the creaky old house.
Kimmy clutched the older girl's arm in both hands as
they went. It made walking clumsy, but Amy liked the
security of the physical contact too much to extricate
herself. She also liked the feeling of her half-naked
friend's body pressed against her own. Something about
the fear and the spooky surroundings was having a
strange effect on both girls. They were both getting
horny as they went deeper into the scary house.
"What if there are ghosts?" Kimmy whispered, "Can they
do anything to us?"
"Oh, yeah," replied the eight year-old, "Ghosts love
doing all sorts of things to little girls." She was
using her own fears to scare her friend, which made her
little pussy damp.
"What kinds of things?" Kimmy prompted. She was getting
into the story-telling too.
"Sex things," Amy replied.
"Will they tie us up?"
"Yes. They'll tie us up and whip us, and stick their big
white ghost cocks in our pussies and assholes and rape
us." Their eyes glittered in the dim light filtering
through the windows. Their twisted little minds were
actually less scared now that they had been discussing
their fantasies. Both little girls were very active
sexually, and Kimmy in particular was a submissive
little pain-slut. She loved to be dominated and treated
roughly, especially by groups of adult men. Right now,
her pussy juices were leaking from between her puffy
little pussy lips as she walked. Her left arm circled
her friend's right arm, and Kimmy's right hand slid over
Amy's bare stomach.
They heard another BUMP as they entered the kitchen,
louder this time. They jumped and squealed, clinging to
each other.
"Who's there?" Amy called out. "Is anyone here?"
Silence was the only reply. "Look!" Kimmy pointed into
the gloom, "Is that a door?" There was a darker
rectangle in the general darkness off to their right,
and it did indeed look like a doorway. "Maybe it goes
outside."
The two girls shuffled over to the doorway with their
arms wrapped around each other. It seemed to be growing
colder, and their skimpy costumes offered little
protection. When they stepped through the opening
together, they were surprised to find their feet in mid-
air. They took a startled step down, and only kept from
falling down the unseen stairs when Amy reached out
blindly and grabbed a handrail while Kimmy clung to Amy.
As it was, they stumbled down three of the wooden stair
treads before checking their descent.
Their startled screams echoed back up to them from the
basement they had accidentally discovered. They turned
to head back up, but the door at the top of the stairs
swung shut in their terrified faces, sealing them in
utter darkness. They screamed again, tottering in their
high heels on the narrow step. They scrambled up the
dark stairs and pounded on the unseen door.
"Help! Hey! Let us out!" they cried. They stopped when
they heard what sounded like deep, raspy laughter coming
from the other side of the door.
"I don't want to go back up there anymore," Kimmy whined
when the laughter stopped.
"Hey, there's one of those old basement doors on the
side of the house. The kind that angles down and you go
up steps to get out, remember?" Amy said. There was
indeed a bulkhead door to the basement on the side of
the house by the driveway. That was what the little girl
was remembering.
"But we have to go down there to get to it." The five
year-old whimpered.
"Well, we can't go up, so we have to go down," her
friend replied logically. The unintentional pun was lost
on both of the terrified little girls. Stepping
carefully with their heel-clad feet, the girls slowly
descended into the darkness. The cool damp air in the
basement raised goose flesh on their exposed skin,
making their nipples stand up firmly.
Kimmy stumbled when her foot hit the dirt floor of the
basement, having expected a step that wasn't there. She
let go of Amy in her efforts to regain her balance, and
when she reached out to clutch her friend's arm, she
felt only air. She swung her arms frantically to
reconnect with the warm soft body of her best friend,
but couldn't find her. Amy was gone! Kimmy was alone!
"Amy!" she whispered as loudly as she dared, "Amy! Where
are you?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stood
shivering in the darkness, cold, terrified and alone.
She heard a rustling noise and what sounded like a
muffled voice, but she was too scared to move toward it.
What if it was whatever had gotten Amy? She wanted her
friend back, but she didn't want to get eaten. The
decision about what to do next was made for her when
unseen hands emerged from the darkness to grab her.
She screamed in terror as she was lifted from the ground
by two strong hands and clutched to the body of what she
assumed was either a tall man or a vampire. She was sure
it was a vampire when she felt his warm breath on her
neck, but he didn't bite her with sharp fangs, he just
nibbled at the soft skin under her ear. She was carried
a distance, then a sliver of light appeared, and she was
born forward as the yellow light expanded in width,
becoming an opening in the stone wall.
Kimmy closed her eyes against the relative brightness of
the two bare incandescent light bulbs hanging from the
low ceiling. When her eyes adjusted enough to open them,
she saw her friend Amy, hanging chained to a gray stone
wall. She had metal manacles around her wrists and
ankles which were attached to rusty chains that
suspended her from large iron rings set in the wall. Her
arms were stretched up and to her sides, and her legs
were spread widely apart. The room was about fifteen
feet square, with stone walls and a low ceiling, held up
by thick wood beams.
There was a flat-screen TV on a table against one wall,
with an old-fashioned VHS tape player wired to it. Kimmy
saw a group of eight men, plus the one who held her from
behind. All were naked and wearing rubber Halloween
masks. There were a bunch of folding chairs set up in
front of the television.
The frightened child was carried to an open space in the
room where a chain dangled from a ceiling beam. Her
hands were lifted over her head and she felt cold metal
on her wrists. She looked up to see a pair of manacles
like the ones holding Amy being latched around her thin
wrists. She was left to dangle three feet above the
floor, crying. Too scared to speak, she spun slowly,
sobbing. Amy was no less afraid, but she was more vocal.
"Let me down!" Kimmy heard her friend's voice piping in
the enclosed space. "I wanna go home! Let me down!" As
Kimmy spun around to face her friend, she saw one of the
naked, hairy men step up to her and slap her face, hard,
with his open palm. Amy screeched, and subsided,
sobbing. Amy's belt and thong had been taken off her,
but she still wore her stockings and high heels. One
pasty had come off, exposing an erect pink nipple. Her
bald pussy gaped open between her widely spread legs.
Even through her terror, Kimmy could appreciate the view
of her friend's sexy body. Her pale skin and red-dyed
hair set against the dark stone walls and rusty chains
made a great contrast. Their captors seemed to agree,
since they had produced cameras and were getting still
shots and video of the child in her bondage.
Her heart leaped with hope when she heard someone new
enter the room and the masked heads all turn to look at
the new visitor. Were they rescued? When she spun to
face the new arrival, her heart fell. He was wearing a
mask like the others, and he was naked too.
"They're alone," a muffled voice came from behind the
mask. It was the first time any of the men had spoken.
"I looked around out the windows after I shut the
basement door behind them, and there's no one looking
around. I didn't see anyone escorting them before they
came to the door either.
Amy had picked the wrong night to make her little dare.
The inhabitants of the house - Charles and Simon Milton
- had met a lot of fellow prisoners during their time in
the penal system, and many of those shared an interest
in young girls. Since they had gotten out of prison, the
brothers had hosted several parties at their home. The
guests were always convicted pedophiles that they had
met in their thirty years in jail. The Miltons still had
copies of all the videos they had recorded of the two of
them torturing and raping little girls. The men would
gather and watch the faded tapes on an old VHS player,
jerking off as they watched the tapes.
Their favorite night of the year was Halloween, the
anniversary of their most notorious kidnapping. Amy and
Kimmy had made the mistake of showing up at the party
celebrating this kidnap and rape, while the group of
perverts was watching their favorite tape – in the nude
- each in his favorite rubber Halloween mask. The wide
screen television was playing the video they had made of
Chelsea's abduction and torture.
The brothers had snatched a little seven year-old girl
named Chelsea Blake on October thirty first, 1973. She
had gone out trick or treating with her older brother,
dressed in a store-bought witch costume. Her twelve year
old brother didn't want his sister with him, so he and
his friends had ditched her early. Chelsea didn't care,
as she was on a mission to hit every house on the
street, and her stupid brother and his stupid friends
only went to certain ones. She was a beautiful little
girl, with clear light skin and straight dark hair and
eyes. She was slim, with proportionately long legs.
Without telling her mother, the little girl had cut away
several inches of the costume's length, so that the
ragged hem fell to only a couple of inches below her
butt in some places, and exposed a lot of her smooth
pale thighs. She had worn her black dressy boots, which
covered her shins, and had thick heels on them. She had
a small pointy black witch's cap fastened to her hair
with pins, which stuck out at an angle. She looked
adorable. And to the Milton brothers, whose house she
approached with her candy bag, she looked sexy as hell.
The little girl had come to the door and rung the bell,
just like Kimmy and Amy had, and when the door had
opened, the pretty seven year-old had smiled brightly.
"Trick or Trea-" was all she had been able to say before
she felt her upper arm gripped by a strong hand and her
little body was yanked into the house. The snatch had
been quick and easy, and the terrified child soon found
herself in the hidden basement room, chained to the wall
like Amy was now. Kimmy could see Chelsea on the
television; two little girls, in the same predicament,
separated by over forty years. On-screen, the seven
year-old's witch costume was gone. All she wore were her
black boots and the jaunty little witch's hat. The
trick-or-treater was screaming as a long whip slapped
against her bare flat chest, adding another long red
welt to the pale flesh. The poor little girl's chest,
belly and thighs were covered with red stripes from the
whips that struck her from either side, as both brothers
whipped her helpless body, laughing and jeering as she
screamed.
Kimmy shuddered as she watched the torture, dreading
what would happen to her and Amy. At the same time
though, her nipples grew harder and her pussy grew
wetter. The submissive little slut liked rough sex more
than any other kind, and she liked watching scenes like
this when she knew they were staged. Seeing one where
the unwilling victim actually was unwilling had her
perverted little mind reeling. Her emotions were all
screwed up. She was both terrified and turned on.
The kindergartener was brought back to the present as
her clothes were torn from her small body, leaving her
to dangle from her chained wrists, naked except for her
high heels. She felt rough hands roaming over her naked
body, feeling her thighs and ass, pinching and twisting
her hard nipples and pulling her long blond hair. A man
wearing a Nixon mask pulled it up at the bottom so he
could latch his wet lips onto the beautiful little
girl's mouth. His slimy tongue forced its way inside,
drooling spit onto her pink tongue as he gripped the
back of her head. She swallowed unwillingly as he
slobbered into her mouth and hard fingers probed her
pussy and asshole.
Meanwhile, eight year-old Amy was suffering her own
abuse. Two masked pedophiles were having a contest to
see who could pull the little girl's hard pink nipples
farthest from her chest before they slipped out of their
grip. The little girl screamed in agony as they yanked
at her tender flesh, stretching it obscenely from her
flat chest. A third masked stranger stepped forward
brandishing a large surgical clamp, like the ones used
for hobbies.
He gripped the flesh stretched behind the suffering
child's nipple and squeezed the camp closed, locking it
tightly. New screams erupted from the struggling girl's
throat as the procedure was followed on the other
nipple. Three pound weights were hooked onto the loops
at the ends of the long handles, dragging the poor
child's tortured buds down painfully.
An old man in a werewolf mask slid a wooden pole on a
square base under Amy's widely spread legs. Attached to
the top of the pole was an eight inch long black dildo.
The pole was centered under the girl's vulnerable pussy,
and the dildo placed between her pouty labia. As the
pole was wedged under her, the lubricated dildo forced
its way between her pussy lips and into her cunt.
Fortunately for the little girl, her pussy was
experienced at taking large cocks, from her daddy and
three teenage brothers, among others.
Still, the fake cock was over an inch thick, and she was
terrified to begin with, so the red-faced little girl
screamed as four inches of slick black plastic was
wedged into her tight little cunt. Crops and paddles
stung her smooth white thighs as she was penetrated from
below. The plastic phallus was pushed farther, lifting
Amy's body higher in her restraints, her weight
supported by the big thick dildo in her widely stretched
pussy.
As her screaming friend tottered on the end of the black
dildo, Kimmy was sandwiched between two men. The one in
front wore a "Scream" mask, the one behind her had a
gorilla mask. Their hands rubbed her skin, fondling her
ass and pussy. The Scream mask guy drooled into her
mouth like Nixon had, and saliva ran over her chin to
drip onto her chest and belly. The gorilla lifted her
from behind and prodded her anus with his cock, settling
her down on it so that it slipped into the tight hole
painfully.
Kimmy was an experienced porn star, so her asshole could
easily accommodate cocks that would cause an adult woman
to suffer, but she was being penetrated without
lubricant, and the friction was painful. She screamed
into the drooling mouth of the other man, who reached
down to rub his own hard cock against her moist pussy
lips. Soon the five year-old was being double penetrated
by the two masked men as she dangled by her wrists from
the chain.
On the television, seven year-old Chelsea had been taken
down from the wall and was hanging approximately where
Kimmy was being raped right now. She dangled at the end
of a chain like Kimmy, so the men could get access to
her back as well as her front. The whipping resumed, and
the child cried and struggled in her bonds as she swung
and spun at the end of her tether. Her pale skin was
soon striped red on her back, ass cheeks, thighs, belly
and chest. The brothers took turns hawking and spitting
on the naked child.
Like Chelsea had been forty years earlier, Amy was taken
down from the stone wall. Her limp body was carried to a
heavy wooden table, where she was laid out face down.
Ropes were tied around her wrists and attached to
opposite table legs, stretching her arms out painfully.
Her knees were tied to the opposite legs on the other
side of the table, and she was left with her but hanging
over the edge of the table and her legs spread far
apart, as before. Her pussy lips pouted between her
splayed thighs and her tiny pink anus was presented to
the demented men's gazes. The naked eight year-old
struggled futilely in her bonds as hands massaged her
thighs and firm round butt cheeks and belts whipped the
sensitive flesh of her back.
A large cock forced it way into the crying girl's mouth
to muffle her screams, which were drowning out Chelsea's
crying and begging in the movie. As the seven inch cock
slammed its way past her gag reflex and into her throat,
Amy felt a finger working lubricant into her exposed
asshole. The first finger was joined by a second, then a
third, and as the blows on her back lessened and then
ceased, the familiar sensation in her rectum and throat
began to have the usual effect. She started sliding her
head back and forth on the cock in her mouth and
wiggling her tight ass on the fingers. She groaned in
pleasure as a thick cock plowed into her asshole,
sinking deep in one thrust.
The red-haired girl was soon being raped front and back,
and loving every perverted minute of it. The clamps on
her nipples pulled occasionally, sending a thrill of
pain through her chest as her body slid forward and back
in rhythm to the thrusts in her ass. Eight year-old Amy
was an expert cock-sucker, and the old man fucking her
face soon blew his load in her mouth, which she
swallowed greedily. He pulled out as he finished,
leaving a streak of thin semen across her cheek. She
barely caught her breath before another hard cock
slipped between her lips.
Kimmy 's young body was now bouncing between the two men
who were raping her ass and pussy. Their sweat-slicked
bodies made squelching noises as they rubbed together.
The pain in her ass had receded, replaced by the
familiar pleasure of a thick cock in her rectum. Her
little clit was bumping against the pelvic bone of the
man slamming her cunt, and she panted as she neared an
orgasm. She felt the cock in her butt twitch, and the
warm flood of semen in her ass sent her over the edge.
She thrashed and yelled, hanging from her shackles, as
an orgasm ripped through her small body.
The man behind her slipped his wilting cock from her
asshole and stepped away. The girl expected another cock
to fill her ass, but instead she felt searing pain as a
whip landed on her sweaty back. The sting took her
breath away, and her pretty blue eyes flew open in
surprise. Tears sprang from those eyes and spilled over
her flushed cheeks as she caught her breath and a scream
escaped her lips. The man in the Scream mask continued
to pound into her wet pussy while she was whipped.
On the chairs in front of the television, four men sat
watching seven year-old Chelsea being hung upside down
in the middle of the room. Ropes were tied around her
ankles; then passed through rings in the ceiling,
spreading her legs into a painful split. She little girl
screamed at the pain in her thighs and hips as she was
cruelly stretched, her head two feet off the floor.
Tears and drool spattered the dirt floor beneath her
head. Her arms had been tied behind her back, so she was
securely bound and at the mercy of the two demented
brothers. The innocent child screamed and cried as her
tormentors spit on her upturned pussy and anus, which
gaped open because of her cruelly stretched legs. Thick
fingers poked into her most private openings.
Charles tore through her hymen with his index finger
while his brother pried her pussy lips open. The two
perverts spread her virgin blood around on her labia and
licked it off their fingers. Simon grabbed a broom
handle and slathered vegetable shortening – the
seventies' version of KY – on it. He then forced the
rounded end of the wood rod down into the screeching
child's anus. While she was raped in her ass, Charles
kept his attention on her formerly virgin pussy. He held
a leather razor strap in his hand, which he used to beat
her tender labia, giggling as they bounced and turned
red under his assault.
The older brother had held the large video camera on one
shoulder while he whipped the child's pussy, so the
image was a little shaky, but the images were clear
enough to see the girl's puffy preteen pussy lips
squashed flat, to bounce back when the strap struck and
lifted. The position of the child's legs left her pussy
gaping open, and the strap dug into the dark pink flesh
of the interior of the little girl's pussy.
The four men watching this abuse were all masturbating.
Two of the men were Charles and Simon Milton, the hosts
for the evening. Charles reached across from his chair
to stroke his brother's pale white cock while Simon
yanked on Charles's penis. The septuagenarian brothers
had grown close in prison, and had been lovers for
almost twenty years. Simon slid his chair closer to his
brother's so he could reach under his wizened ball sac
and slide a spit-slicked finger up his older brother's
wrinkled asshole. The other two men beat their own meat,
waiting for the rape scene they knew was coming.
Onscreen, the brothers lowered the screaming child until
her hips were just below the level of their crotches.
Simon gripped the girl's shoulders and swung her into a
vertical position, increasing the pressure on her hips
and thighs as the painful split went wider. He held her
up while Charles poised his cock head against the
screaming child's spread pussy lips. When Charles was
set, Simon lowered the child onto his brother's seven
inch cock, using her own weight to impale her on the
pole of flesh. Chelsea screamed in agony as the cruel
man's erect cock tore into her virgin cunt.
As she continued to slide down on the hard shaft, Simon
held his own wide cock head at the little girl's
lubricated anus. His dick pushed through her sore
sphincter as her pussy was stretched brutally from in
front. Like Kimmy, the little girl was raped front and
back, but much more painfully. Kimmy's legs were not
stretched n a painful split, and her asshole and pussy
had taken hundreds of cocks in them, while poor little
Chelsea had been a virgin until her abduction by the
criminally insane Milton brothers.
Amy swallowed her second load of semen before the cock
pounding her ass exploded, spraying her rectum with warm
sperm. Someone focused a camera at her red-cheeked face
as the cock pulled out of her mouth and dribbled the
last of its cum on her upturned nose. As the men
watching the video neared their climaxes, they were
encouraged to waddle over and spurt their loads onto the
bound eight year-old's face. The two men jerking
themselves off came over first, painting the child's
pretty face with lines of semen across her cheeks, nose
and eyelids while her head was held up by her red hair.
Charles and Simon watched the video until the end.
Onscreen, Charles was getting an inspiration, and he
whispered his plan in his brother's ear. Grinning, Simon
nodded his head in agreement. He held the girl's naked,
trembling body in his arms while Charles cut her down
from the ceiling, and carried her upstairs while the
older brother followed with the video camera. In the
front room, they lit a small lamp and opened the heavy
drapes about a foot, so they could all see through to
the street in front of the house without anyone outside
seeing in. They stuffed a large rubber ball inside
Chelsea's mouth, which stayed in place behind her teeth.
Thus gagged, the little girl could only squeak and moan
her distress.
Simon forced her to her knees on the sofa in front of
the window, with her chest against the seat back and her
face in front of the window pane. With her arms still
bound behind her, the cruel pedophile sodomized the
sobbing child as she watched the other neighborhood
children running past the house, laughing and playing,
going to other houses where sane people handed out candy
and smiled at them, saying nice things. Charles recorded
the anal rape on video. Tears and drool streamed down
the child's face as she watched two of her friends stop
in front of the creepy house. One pointed to the dark
gloomy façade while addressing the other.
The second girl shook her head and the two turned and
skipped away together, followed by their mothers, who
chatted happily and smiled at their daughter's
retreating backs. Simon came in Chelsea's ass as her
friends walked away, unaware that their friend was being
raped mere yards from them. He took the camera from his
brother and taped him forcing his much thicker cock into
the child's abused anus. Chelsea screamed against her
gag as the wide prick plowed into her rectum, lubricated
by the other brother's semen.
Just as Charles started thrusting harder, his orgasm
approaching, Chelsea saw something that filled her with
dismay. Her brother and his friends, who had ditched her
earlier, were on the opposite side of the street,
looking up and down the road. She could tell they were
searching for her. She groaned incoherently against the
obstacle in her mouth as Charles grabbed a fistful of
her dark hair and pushed her face against the window.
The seven year-old's cheek squeaked against the glass as
her rapist blasted his cum in her asshole to join his
brother's. The final shot of the movie showed a close-up
of Chelsea's tear-streaked face pressed against the
glass, while a blurred image of her brother walked away
slowly in the background. The shot was accidental, and
the brothers didn't find out the identity of the boy in
the shot until months afterward, but it made this scene
the most poignant they had ever shot.
When the movie was over, the two elderly brothers went
over to Amy and jerked each other off at her face. Simon
wanked Charles's thick cock while massaging his prostate
with a long bony finger up his ass. Thick ropes of sperm
gushed from his cock head onto the girl's waiting
tongue. The camera zoomed in on the girl's eager-looking
face as she lapped up the semen. None of the perverts
had ever seen girls like these. They were obviously not
virgins, and actually seemed to like what was happening
to them. After Charles had jacked Simon off on Amy's
pretty face, the girl extended her neck to capture the
head of Simon's cock between her lips and suck out the
rest of his load.
Kimmy shuddered through her third orgasm as the cocks
slammed into her pussy and ass simultaneously. Scream
mask guy had cum in her tight cunt fifteen minutes ago,
and she had been taken by the last two men in the room
to cum. Their relentless pounding had already brought
her to her second orgasm, and her third left her limp
and exhausted, but satisfied. The two men stiffened and
came inside her within seconds of each other. The little
girl hung limp from the manacles around her chafed
wrists until someone remembered to unlatch them. She
fell to the floor and climbed to her feet on shaky legs.
She looked around her in a daze as the child rapists
lounged in folding chairs and drank beer while watching
a video of a four year old being double penetrated by
the Simon brothers in 1972. She saw Amy still tied to
the table as Charles blew his load in her face. Kimmy
staggered to the table behind her bound friend. She
could see the two loads of cum dripping from her
friend's swollen anus. The kindergartener fastened her
lips around her friend's asshole and slipped her tongue
inside the gaping orifice, forcing the semen from Amy's
butt onto her tongue. The man with the camera zoomed in
on the perverted sight, and some of the others gathered
around to watch. None of them had seen anything like
this, and were at a loss as to how to proceed.
They untied Amy and helped her to her feet. The two
naked little girls stood close to each other nervously,
wearing only their high heels. Kimmy looked up at the
masked men.
"So can we come back some time?" she asked. The child
molesters were taken aback. None of them had ever been
asked for a repeat performance from any of their victims
before. The truth was, the Milton brothers were more
than thirty years out of date when it came to the
disposal of their victims. They hadn't spoken to their
contact in the white slave trade from South America
since before they had gone to prison. For all they knew,
he was dead (which, in fact, he was).
They decided to let the little sluts go. They were both
in their seventies, and had spent more of their lives in
prison than out. Going back wasn't a particularly
terrifying proposition now. They returned Kimmy's skirt
and Amy's pasties. That was all that was wearable any
more. The two little girls scampered back to Amy's house
giggling in relief. They had been seriously scared for a
while there.
When they got back to Amy's house, they found her that
her brothers were all out and her dad was at a party
next door. The two exhausted little girls climbed into
Amy's bed, naked. Amy turned Kimmy onto her back and
kissed her way down her friend's body to her freshly
fucked pussy, paying special attention to her hard,
sensitive nipples. Digging her tongue into the preteen's
wet pussy, she was delighted to find the warm sperm the
two rapists had deposited there earlier. She sucked the
slimy load from her friend's cunt and licked her way
down to Kimmy's abused anus. Amy pushed the five year-
old's knees back toward her chest, exposing the tender
rose bud to view. The perverted eight year-old sucked
greedily at the wrinkled hole, extracting the sperm
waiting there, as well. Kimmy moaned and whined
passionately as her friend cleaned out her orifices,
then drifted gently into a deep sleep.
Amy crawled up next to the sleeping child and lay down
next to her, one arm across her friend's belly. Both
girls slept soundly, comfortable in each other's arms,
dreaming about next Halloween.
Epilogue:
The Milton brothers kept little Chelsea captive for a
month, and made forty tapes of her rapes and abuse. They
sold her to their Columbian connection for one thousand
dollars, a ridiculously low sum that the Miltons didn't
even need. Chelsea was held captive in a filthy brothel
in South America, without electricity or running water,
for just over five years. On her thirteenth birthday,
she was transported to a large farm in an area of
cleared jungle, where she became a popular porn actress,
specializing in zoophilia – sex with farm animals.
She was forced to make several hundred videos with dogs,
pigs, donkeys and horses throughout her teens. At the
age of twenty, she was sold to a drug cartel, where she
was again forced into prostitution.
Her present whereabouts are unknown.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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