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


Anna's wicked adventures continues as she finds new 
victims to play with. (Ff, ped, nc, rp)

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Part II

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

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

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

Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself here. What I 
really needed to do after I got back from London was 
talk to someone about my assault on little Emma, not 
to confess to any wrong-doing or rubbish like that – 
I'd liked what I'd done to her – but to see how my 
experience could be taken further. 

Ideally I'd have liked to talk to Amanda but I found 
out that at very short notice she'd taken a job as a 
nanny in America (much later she told me in great 
detail how she'd corrupted the girls in her charge), 
so I was left pretty much isolated. Sure there was 
Ruth who was on the same wavelength, but I didn't 
really feel close enough to her to open up to her 
about my rapidly growing dark-side, besides only 
Amanda had her phone number and in those pre-mobile 
days there was no way to get hold of her at short 
notice.

As the distance from my London trip lengthened I 
began to feel more and more alone and it began to 
depress me; I wasn't at that point mentally strong 
enough to be able to cope with the feeling that I was 
that different from other lesbians. 

So in a real gloom I went to the lesbian club on a 
Friday night simply to drink myself into oblivion; I 
knew that I was no longer really interested in 
'normal' lesbian sex so I made no attempt to chat-up 
any of the women there, nor did I let myself get 
chatted up. I smiled and made small talk with the 
women I knew but that was as far as my interaction 
went, until suddenly someone tapped me on the 
shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was intrigued now. "Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But what do you want us to do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kiss me," I whispered and tried to bring her chin 
forward with my fingers but she held back and twisted 
away, Annoyed, I whipped my hand from under her face 
and gripped the back of her head and brought her face 
back close to mine; I wrapped my legs around her 
again to keep her in place as our eyes met- mine 
fierce with dominance and sexual aggression, hers 
with fear and resignation. 

"Kiss me, little slut," I hissed, our lips so close 
that her nose wrinkled slightly as my hot breath hit 
it. At the same time I slipped my left arm down the 
outside of her leg and began inching her nightie up 
her thigh bit by bit. I lowered my lips onto hers and 
had a weird experience as her small lips only met 
about half of my mouth and my tongue almost filled 
her mouth as I pushed it in.

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

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

"Right, you little swine," she hissed at them in a 
genuinely frightening manner. "You are going to do 
everything me and Suzy want you too, or else you are 
going to be in so much trouble round here. Do I make 
myself clear? Do I?" 

This last question was spat right into the girl's 
faces as her hands knotted their hair and both girls 
nodded their fearful agreement, but Ruth wasn't 
finished yet. "You are very bad girls for disobeying 
me like that, and bad girls get punished. Take your 
nighties off." She shook the girl's heads as she 
shouted the last bit before letting them go.

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

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

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

I wonder now what happened to Claire and Julia in 
later life; I know from what Ruth told me some years 
later that she and her friends continued to abuse 
them for many years afterwards. Were they so 
conditioned into becoming lesbian sex slaves that 
they simply couldn't function in the real world and 
so disappeared voluntarily into the dark underground 
of lesbian domination? 

Ruth never really clarified their final fate for me, 
but knowing her as intimately as I do, and knowing 
the contacts she had in the UK sex industry I'm 
fairly sure the girls were smuggled against their 
will into the chain of lesbian slavery once they 
reached the age at which the State loses interest in 
its charges.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please miss, please stop!" She sobbed through 
gritted teeth "Please miss, please don't touch me 
there."
The girl's complete innocence coupled with the fact 
that she had absolutely no chance of stopping me and 
the sheer sexual thrill of finally getting to spank a 
young girl's backside had all combined to set my 
pussy on fire and I could feel my pussy hair becoming 
very sticky with my juices.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I glanced at Ruth who was doing exactly the same 
thing to her toy; her body was fuller than mine and 
the contrast between her curves and her toy's almost 
angular body was striking. She had managed to work 2 
fingers inside her girl and was frigging her pretty 
roughly as she buried her face in the girl's hair; I 
guessed she was pretty near coming as was I. 

Again I felt an almost irresistible urge to inflict 
pain on the girl I was abusing and bit my teeth into 
her shoulder – not hard enough to break the skin, but 
hard enough to leave a deep, blue impression. Of 
course she screamed as best she could although her 
face was held tightly against her sisters, and as she 
writhed in pain I could feel her pussy moving around 
my finger; it was absolute sexual heaven, and I came 
again with my pussy smearing it's juices against her 
thin bottom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But Amanda's Welsh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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