The mere sight of it was enough to make me hard, to cause me to lust over this sweet and innocent child. Always trying to look older; never realising how much of a slut that it made her look. Her seductive smile broke into a childish grin and the small girl's face screwed up with it. "Can we have ice-cream?" the seven-year-old asked.

Heather was an adorable child, although I can't say that I enjoyed baby-sitting her very much, but I needed the money. I shook my head, "You know I promised your mum that I wouldn't give in," I told her.

Heather pulled a face. "Your mean," she said in a half-serious voice.

"I know," I said.

Heather sighed and slumped down in the armchair, to watch the news which I had up on the TV. "Can't you put something better on?" moaned the child.

I groaned, here we go, "No," I said. "You are supposed to be cleaning your room remember."

"Oh John," she moaned. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," I told her. "Your mother will lintch me if it isn't done."

Heather slumped back further and mumbled something under her breath.

"I tell you what," I said. "You get it done quickly and I'll buy ice- cream."

The child sat bolt upright and grinned at me. "Thanks," she cried and ran towards her room.

I sighed and slumped back to watch the news, another little girl had gone missing, and I take it upon myself to follow such events, although the news never goes into enough detail about what had happened to the little girl, my imagination easily substituted, it was always fun to wish that a child had endured terrible agonies during her short captivity.

I guess that I must have lost track of all time as I allowed my mind to wonder off down those dark roads, but when I came back to the waking world, I became aware of a low moaning sound. It was a sexy sound to say the least, and was coming from Heather's room.

My curiosity got the better of me and I went to see what it was. When I pushed open the door to Heather's bedroom all I could do was gasp. The child jumped and tumbled off of the large bear, pulling her dress back down over her legs as she went.

My cock reacted to the scene before I could even get my mind around what I had just borne witness to, it came up stiff and pressed hard against the front of my jeans. Even if I myself was completely gob- smacked something in my being knew just what I had seen. "What were you doing?" I asked in a firm, no no nonsense tone.

"Nothing," was the reply.

"Don't lie to me," my voice shook as I spoke those words. I was angry, but I don't know why. "You were rubbing your cunny against his face weren't you."

Heather's eyes followed my finger onto the huge teddy bear, her face flared up bright red, but she stayed still and quiet.

"Weren't you!" I shouted at her.

"Yes," she screamed right back at me. "Go away. Leave me alone."

I didn't even realise what I had done when Heather rolled backwards across the floor, when she curled up into a tiny ball, and cried my cock was so stiff it almost hurt. It was slow but I soon realised that I had struck the little child. I had slapped her! It felt so good...

I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head, I had already gone too far to turn back now, but If I wasn't careful I'd leave marks, and I couldn't afford to make her parents suspicious like that.

My heart was racing now, and my mind was swimming, I never once considered stopping there. I had a deep desire to hurt Heather, and to hurt her now. I walked across the room and took hold of her hair and used it to heave her to her feet. The child squealed and pulled at me. Trying desperately to get away. Her feet buffeted off of my shins. A child might not be able to kick very hard but the hard leather boots knocked painfully against my legs. It infuriated me. I threw her onto her bed and came down delivering a hard slap to her legs.

"Ow!" she cried, but it calmed her down.

Heather broke into tears and slumped back down onto the bed, sobbing profusely. I sat down next to her and stroked her hair. "You have to be a good girl," I told her. "Don't fight me."

I reached down with the intention of gathering her into my arms, but the little girl was having none of it and she, again, kicked at me. This time the sole of her boots contacted with my finger causing a distasteful click to generate from my knuckle. "Fuck!" I shouted, shaking my hand violently to ease the pain. "You ungrateful bitch."

I leant down and slapped her again across the top her her thighs, Savouring the child's scream. I pulled up her dress to get a great view of her, fat, knicker covered bum. What a sweet arse it was... I slapped it hard and shivered at the sound my toy made.

I grabbed a handful of her black hair and heaved her up to me until her face was less than an inch from mine. "You filthy whore," I said.

"Stop it let me go!" sobbed Heather.

"You fucking tart," and I spat at her.

My saliva struck her on the bridge of her nose causing Heather's eyes to snap shut. I grabbed hold of her face with both of my hands and smiled at her. I couldn't help myself I was totally in love with this beautiful child. I kissed her. I showered her with kisses all over her pretty little face. I kissed the tears from her eyes and smeared her lipstick in my enthusiasm.

I pressed my tongue deep inside her small mouth, savouring the taste that clung to this little girl. It was fucking wonderful. I pulled away and she looked up at me. She looked like a puppy that had just been punished. Her big green eyes brimmed with tears and her lips trembled.

The child's body twisted under my arms. She wriggled like a little snake. One of her arms came free and I felt her fingernails dig into my side. The sound of tearing cut through the child's screaming. My own back arched as the pain laced through my side. "Shit!" I shouted and dropped the child.

I stood up and turned by back on her holding my hip with my hand. She had totally ruined my shirt. I lifted up my hand and frowned at the blood. I would never have thought that she had it in her. The cornered bunny had indeed turned and fought. I almost missed the child crawling from the room. "Oi!" I shouted and lunged forwards.

I dived banging my shoulder on door but I was able to grab hold of the child's ankle. "You are not going anywhere." I said as I pulled her back into her room.

I stood up and moved my sore shoulder in a circle before I lifted the child by her ankle. "You little cunt," I spat.

I had to grin at the way her dress fell up showing me her gorgeous fat arse, and puffy cunt, lined by her small, pink, cotton knickers. Beautiful I pulled my arm back and slapped her across the calf. "AHH!" screamed Heather.

"Fuck," I muttered, my arm still hurt.

Without warning a new source of pain found me. It burned up my leg, and was enough that I cried out and dropped the girl. It felt like she had ripped a chunk out of my leg. As she hit the floor her teeth came free. That was just about all I could take. It was time to show this little slut just who was in charge here.

I kicked her were she lay. My booted foot striking her stomach. The sound of the air expelling from her lungs was fucking great. I kicked her again, this time eliciting a cry from the child. She curled up into a ball and sobbed. I crouched down beside her and pulled her apart. "No!" she screamed.

She struggled but wasn't strong enough to stop my fingers from grabbing hold of her two little nipples. I stood up quickly lifting her small body from the floor. She was light enough that it was possible to pick this little girl up by her nipples. Immediately I swung around and she slipped from my fingers crashing down into her bed. Her small hand reached up to grab hold of her chest.

I moved quickly climbing on top of the little girl, straddling her, and pinning her hands down against her chest. She wriggled again. "Stop it," I spat and slapped the child.

She kept moving and I slapped the other cheek. "I said stop," I barked the order.

Finally little Heather seemed to get the idea and stopped moving. She stared up at me with her teary eyes. "Please stop," she whimpered.

I had her, I could feel it. "Do as you are told and I won't have to hurt you," I told her.

"Oh please," she sobbed.

I grinned and unzipped my trousers and took out my cock. Upon seeing it the child screwed her eyes shut. I pressed it against her face and the little girl turned her head. "Get it away," she moaned.

"I want you to take it into your mouth," I told her.

"Yuck," moaned Heather. "Get off me... please."

I sighed. "You stupid bitch," I muttered and spat onto her face.

I couldn't help but smile. As difficult as this little girl was being I loved her. All she needed was some of the creases ironed out. Or beaten out. I climbed off of her and, before she could move, I grabbed hold of her by the waist and pulled her over until she was bent over the side of her bed.

I pulled up the back of the child's dress and slapped her knicker covered arse with the palm of my hand. The cry I got from Heather was fucking great. I hit her another ten times. The child stopped struggling and pressed her face into her mattress. Maybe she had learned her lesson, maybe not, I didn't care. I took hold of her knickers and pulled them down to her knees. Heather gave up a shameful cry, cut off as I began to spank her, already rosy, arse cheeks. The wobble of them under my hand was great, and her screams were musical, however it wasn't as good as it could have been... as it should have been.

I grabbed my belt and pulled it off. "I am going to teach you why you need to be an obedient child," I sneered.

I folded the belt in two and struck the child. Her body tensed and she screamed. I laughed at the little girl. She deserved this and more.

I beat the small child's ass over and over, turning it deep purple in colour. I swung the belt against her backside until the muscles in my arm hurt. It took a long time, I was just having far too much fun to stop. However I was soon unable to deliver a decent blow. That is when I stopped.

The child was still now, her hands clutched at her bed sheets so hard that her knuckles had turned white. Her entire body trembled, and the only noise that escaped from her was a quiet muffled sobbing. I leant down beside her pressing my face up against the side of her face. I pushed my tongue into her ear, licking all around it before I whispered, "Are you going to be good?"

I put my hands under her body and eased the child up. When she let go of her covers the small girl turned around and clung onto me. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and her face pressed into my shoulder and she cried. I lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my waist and I held her there stroking her hair. "Shh," I said. "It'll be okay, shh honey, all you need to do is be good and I won't have to hurt you."

"Oh," I heard Heather moan into my shoulder.

"Come on now Honey, just be a good girl for me, it'll all be over soon," I said. "Will you be good for me?"

I waited. The child clung onto me for a long time, her small trembling body hugged close to me. It felt somewhat strange that this little girl would find comfort in the man who had just hurt her so much, but I wasn't complaining.

Finally she looked up at me. "P-please," she whispered.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" I said, this time trying to sound stern.

Heather closed her eyes. Tears fell down her cheek and she nodded.

"Say it," I said.

"I-I'll be a good girl for you John," she whispered.

I leant forwards and kissed the little girls face; I showered her face with kisses. I sucked and liked on it, and let my hands run down her body pushing up her dress to caress her, now bare, arse, and pussy. As I pushed my finger between her cunt lips the child squirmed again; she pulled back and pressed her thighs together, and a low mew escaped from her mouth. I clutched onto her sore arse with my other hand. "Now," I said. "You be a good girl. I wouldn't want to have to hurt you again."

The child closed her eyes and her legs relaxed. Just perfect. I pushed my finger further up inside her tight little hole until I had it pressed against this tiny girl's hymen. "Oh... oh," Heather moaned, and then in a tiny voice. "Please take it out."

I continued to kiss her face. I sucked on her smooth and pale skin, and licked at her. She was beautiful and tasted so good. I pressed my tongue at her lips, and, after another moan, my little girl opened her mouth to let me inside.

With my free hand I pulled open the child's arse-cheeks and pushed a finger inside and pressed it against the hole. I tickled it. Little Heather moaned around my mouth. She was not enjoying herself nearly as much as I. That was the whole idea. I suddenly pressed hard, and my finger went up inside the child's arsehole. It was tight, hot, and dry. Heather pulled her head back and cried out. "Ow! Please," she cried. "Take it out!"

I smiled and bit down on her lip. It was so good to listen to this little girls whining and moaning. I could listen to this all day. I could listen to this all year, but I had a few other things in mind. So I let go of her lip and pulled both of my fingers out. "Stand up," I said.

The seven-year-old child climbed from my lap and stood, tears streaming down her sweet face, four feet away from me. Her knickers still hung around one of her ankles, and it made her look extremely sluttish. "Smile," I said.

The corners of her mouth turned upwards and she gave an almost sweet, if forced, smile. She shifted from foot to foot and she glanced away from me at the door, I was sure she was trying gather the courage to make a break for it. She would be sorry if she did. "Now lift up the front of your dress," I said.

"B-b-but," she moaned.

"Don't be a bad girl," I said. "I will see your pretty pussy if you want me to or not. Now lift up your fucking dress."

Heather closed her eyes and her shoulders shook, but, slowly, the child reached down to take hold of the hem of her dress and lifted it up, bearing her beautiful little cunt. It was perfect. Fat, tight and totally bare, I couldn't help but to gape at it. My cock stood up harder than I had ever known.

I reached down to it and began to stroke my hand along its length. Even the soft touch of my hand induced a noticeable reaction from me. All I could think about was how much better my little Heather's hands would feel on my cock. "I want you to come here and do this," I told her.

The child opened her eyes, her hands still gripping tightly to the hem of her dress, keeping her fat little cunt in plain view. "But..." murmured the child.

"No buts," I said. "You get here and do it or I'll hit you again."

"No!" cried the child. "Please don't hurt me."

"Then get your cute little arse over here," I said.

The child stumbled forwards, letting go of her dress as she approached me. Her small hands reached out for me. The fingers on her right hand wrapped around my cock, very gently, almost as if she was afraid of hurting it. Her other hand wrapped around me also and she stood, stock still, looking up at me. "Rub me," I said. "Move your hands up and down."

Ever so slowly Heather's hands started to move. Rubbing my, it was stimulating in the least. "Go harder," I gasped. "Move your fucking hands faster-oh shit."

I leant my head back and closed my eyes, just enjoying the feeling in my cock. Heather got a little more aggressive about it, moving her hands ever faster. I gasped and moaned loudly. "Put one of your hands on my balls. Stroke them... ahh fuck that is good."

Her fingers ticking my balls, truly did feel good, it felt better than good. It felt fucking divine. I began to shift my feet as I felt myself ebbing further away from sanity. "Ahh use your mouth Honey lick it, suck on it. Suck on my cock."

"What!" cried the child, her hands stopped.

I lashed out before I even thought about it, striking the small child across the face with my open hand. I grabbed hold of her hair and forced her face into my crotch my cock laying across her cheek as I held the struggling and crying little girl against me. "Ahh," screamed Heather. "Let me go."

"When I say suck on me I mean it," I spat at the child. I struck down with my fist into the centre of her back.

There was a dull thud followed by a high pitched wail. Twisting the hand, which was entangled in the child's hair, I pulled her head back away from me, and gave her a second slap across her cheek. As she opened her mouth to scream I pushed two fingers into it, pressing them against her tongue and then pushing them into her throat. As she gagged, her teeth came down tapping lightly against my knuckles. I pulled my fingers out and, tightening my grip on her hair, I lifted the child upwards until she was in a half crouch in front of me. I leant down until my face was barely an inch away from hers. "If you bite me you will be very sorry," I said.

"Ah huh," moaned the child.

I pressed my mouth over her open lips and pushed my tongue in past her teeth, savouring her taste with a long wet kiss.

When I let her go, the little bitch collapsed onto the floor. "Now suck," I snapped.

The child looked up, her eyes focused on the hard and fat cock that stretched out over her. Slowly she pulled herself up. Taking my cock in both of her small hands he opened her mouth wide and took the fat head inside. She closed her mouth over it and then a look of relief came over her face. She was relived that it didn't taste horrid I suppose. Her mouth closed more firmly over my cock and the little girl began to suck on it. "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Use your tongue as well slut."

She was soft and wet as she licked at the head of my cock. I closed my eyes again, listening intently to her quiet sobs. Every now and then she sniffed back her tears but would then start off in another bout of sobbing. It was bliss, fucking bliss.

I took a sharp breath and groaned. "Oh fuck baby," I moaned. "Oh yes honey. Oh fuck!"

My breathing quickened, and I reached down, placing my hand on the back of her head I pushed my cock deeper into the child's mouth. Heather moaned loudly as her mouth was filled. Her tongue wriggled against my cock, moving around, trying to find some part of her mouth that wasn't filled already.

I couldn't help myself. My cum exploded into her mouth. I let go of the child and she squealed; falling backwards, she landed on her arse. The rest of my cum squirted out over her face, and across her dress.

She spat out what was in her mouth and her hands came up to wipe it up as it dribbled down her chin. "Oi!" I shouted.

The child's head snapped up and she froze.

"I want you to eat all of that. Now lick it back up."

"B-but," sobbed Heather.

I snatched my belt up from off of her bed and swung it down against the child. It struck with a snap, and I lifted my arm to hit her again, and then for a third time. "Don't be a bad little slut," I spat.

The child curled up into a little ball, and she started to scream. I snorted and hit her again with the belt. "Shut it," I shouted at her.

Little Heather obeyed; she fell silent still huddled up in her little ball. Shivering, and crying. She was beautiful. I crouched down next to her and wiped a streak of cum from her dress. "Come on now," I said. "Be a good little girl for me, and lick it all up."

"No," sobbed Heather.

"Do you want me to hit you again?" I asked, with a rough slap across her legs to punctuate my point.

"No-oo," cried Heather.

I pushed my finger in through a small gap between her arms so that the cum covered digit was sat just in front of her nose. "Then eat it," I said.

I felt her tongue run over my finger and then her lips pressing around it as she sucked my cum from it. I smiled and pulled it from her mouth. "That is a good girl," I said. "Come on now look at me."

Slowly Heather uncurled, the child stared at me with her tear streaked eyes. I reached across and scraped the cum from her chin, and then wiped it across her lips, only then to see Heather lick them clean. "That is a good girl," I said.

Heather sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. I reached forwards and started to unbutton the front of her dress. In her distressed state, the little girl made no move to stop me, although she did try to cover herself up a little when I pulled it over her head.

Her small hands hugged against her body trying had to cover up her little cunt. She made no move to hide her small pink nipples however. They stood out hard from her otherwise flat chest.

Without much thought I reached out and grabbed the both of them between my fingers, and, with a grin, I twisted them hard. Heather's head fell back and she gave a loud gasp. "Ow," she wined. "Stop it PLEASE!"

I let go of her nipples only to grab a hold of her head and pull it in to me, close enough for kiss her once again. I pushed my tongue deep inside the child-whore's small mouth. I could taste my cum on her. It excited me beyond reason. One hand ran up Heather's back until my fingers entangled in her hair.

I closed my fist and yanked her head back. The child let out a cry of surprise and pain as I threw her over the bed. She landed on her back, and lay there, her small naked body shuddering, and tears running down her cheeks. Just beautiful. Fucking beautiful.

I climbed on top of this sluttish child. Straddling her body and pulling open her legs so that I could rub my cock against her impossibly tight cunt. "You are a darling little whore," I said.

My cock was already stiff again, and still wet from my cum and her spit. Still I believed that she might need just a little extra help. I looked down at her tiny slit. It truly was inviting. I spat down onto it, and used my hand to grind it in. I pushed my fingers inside the child, pressing them against her hymen. Popping this child's cherry was going to be fun.

I could put off the urges no longer. I placed the swollen head of my cock against little Heather C's tiny cunt, and I pushed.

I pushed inwards, and she screwed up her face as her tight little cunt stretched around my cock. Her breathing came in short rapid gasps. My cock pressed against her hymen. I felt it tear, and the child screamed. Oh heaven. I drove in hard and deep in that single thrust. Her body twitched and thrashed around underneath me. This was dream. A fucking dream come true. The screaming and crying child beneath me was the focus of my desires. I needed to see her hurt more. I needed to hurt her more. However, right now, I needed to fuck her.

I drove in and out of her tiny cunt; I could feel the warm blood covering my cock, slippery between me and the little girl. I could smell her sweat, and my cum. I threw my head back and gasped loudly. I cried out as I came, thrusting in one last time deep into her womb. I collapsed on top of my child and gathered her into my arms. I held her tight to me. Her head buried into my shoulder, I listened to the child's pained sobs. "Oh my little slut," I breathed, and I kissed her ear. My cock was already beginning come back to life. All there was to do was to have more fun.

The End