'I would like to stress how grateful I am for you to take time to come see me on short notice, to audition for me. I know you aren't used to having to do this with me but it's molto apprezzato,' Audiati Pressio told the mother and child sitting in front of him. Leaning back in his chair the olive skinned man adjusted his Bulgari eyeglasses and focused his attention to the girl. 'We have made a lot of movie and picture together and we both have our money. You now famous and I have every model hitting my door.' Audiati cleared his throat sat straight up in his chair and closed the leather binder on the table in front of him. He smiled and took the binder under his arm standing before his guests. 'It's then with regret that I think it is we go our separate ways, for the best I know, and I thank you for these years together, Ronia, but I'm now wanting to work with someone - different. I of course will never forget your generosity, Mrs. Loewe, you have made a beautiful daughter.' Running his hand down his tailored suit flattening a crease above his waist, he smiled and walked past the girl and mother without a passing glance.

'Dago cunt faggot.' The wide glass doors to the 3 story art deco building swung open, Ronia glided through cursing and muttering beneath her breath

'Please slow down, baby, you'll hurt yourself.' Her mother was chasing behind her, trotting in high heels struggling to keep pace. 'And please watch your language you're in public.'

Ronia whipped around to face her mother, curled black locks swung in an arch behind her head and settled over her shoulder. 'Fuck you!' Her lightly tanned face scowled at her mother. 'Who does that piece of shit think he is to reject me? Making me audition like some virgin whore and then telling me to fuck off.'

Mrs. Loewe reached her daughter dropping to her knees. 'I know you're upset but we can talk about it at home. You have to stop making a scene people are watching.' They were in the middle of downtown L.A. and there were at least 30 people on the sidewalk around them. Many bystanders were trying to go about their business but a few were murmuring and pointing at the child's outburst. 'Honey, you shouldn't of come outside wearing this outfit and keep your voice down someone might recognize you.'

Ronia yelled to the bystanders, her arms stretched out beside her while twirling around. 'It's what they want isn't it? Audiati might have forgotten that but I haven't.' A few people made quick glances but turned away before taking a second look. 'I'm tired of pretending I'm this good little girl!' She stopped and pointed to a man staring at her. 'You like this don't you!? You want a picture, because I'll take it all off for you,' she said pulling at the tight camisole around her lithe torso intending to strip the fabric off over her head. A sharp sting went through her arm when her mother's hand met skin. Her mother quickly pulled the material down, though it covered very little of her body.

The camisole was bleach white and clung to her body like spandex. The top of the fabric was cut just above her nipples which are hard and visible as raised bumps on her toned undeveloped chest. The bottom of her outfit ended about two inches above the little nub of her protruding belly button set against a flat muscular stomach. The front of the camisole, between her nipples, running from top to bottom was replaced with transparent lace fabric. She wore custom made jean shorts; the waist line had been lowered and curved inward ending about an inch above where her pussy slit began; a pink G-String was visible and rode high along the waist. The legs of her shorts had also been trimmed high on her thighs leaving about 4 inches of fabric from bottom to top.

'Ron - ' Mrs. Loewe stopped herself from saying the girls name. 'Sweetie, please get in the car and we'll talk about it but for now you really need to cover up.' She pleaded; face turning bright red from embarrassment. 'People are going to recognize you and when they see - this,' she whispered into the girl's small ear. 'If you lose your modeling career people will ask what we're doing to make all of this money.'

Ronia brushed her mother off and stomped her feet to the black Aston Matin Rapide sitting along the curb, their Chauffeur opened the door to let the girl in followed by her mother. She climbed over the center console and sat herself sideways in the bucket seat, back to the door to facing her mother. 'What did he mean by wanting to work with someone different?'

'Ronia, listen, you are still young and not used to rejection but you will learn as you get older that taste change.' Mrs. Loewe said as calmly as possible to her daughter to avoid a longer tantrum.

'Older? I'm old now? You think those fucking pedophiles look at all of this -' Ronia motioned her hands all over her body, '-and their cocks go limp? Since when was 8-years-old not young enough?' Ronia spat at her mother. 'Why the hell did I have to fuck for him today?'

'You did a great job today, baby, but I think Audiati was looking for someone more -,' Mrs. Loewe paused to consider her next words. 'Innocent. I was in a similar position when I was your age, sometimes you just get replaced. It's not fair but it happens.'

'Innocent? Who! Who is he replacing me with?' Ronia questioned her mother while fiddling with her trim jean shorts.

Mrs. Loewe reached over helping pull the very short shorts from her waist leaving only the pink cotton fabric G-string. 'He's bringing in another girl, a little blonde about 5-years-old, virgin.' Pulling down the G-string and taking it in her hand she examined cum drying on the inside and then looked over her daughters plump pussy where cum had dribbled out onto the girl's inner thigh. She reached into her purse and pulled out several wet wipes and cleaned the semen from around the child's lips, 'Lift your waist up and spread her ass cheeks, I think I see some cum.'

Ronia was becoming angry again. 'So the dago gets them while they are young; I was 6, fucks them and then I get thrown out because I'm not innocent? Is it because I fuck like a goddess or can deep throat fat dicked mother fuckers?'

Mrs. Loewe smacked Ronia's thigh, 'Mr. Audiati gave you everything that you have and you will show him respect. And yes, innocent, like today when you were with the man.' She paused. 'You faked it didn't you?'

Ronia sat her butt back on the leather seating surface and scowled again at her mother, 'That man was a 5 inch soft dicked inexperienced fool but I still milked him for everything he had.'

Mrs. Loewe put her hand on Ronia's stomach offering some comfort, 'Don't be angry baby but Mr. Audiati doesn't care how well you fuck. What he wants to see and more importantly his viewers want to see is you. We all know what your cum face looks like and the past few months it just hasn't been the same.'

'Is that why he wanted me to come in to audition for his next movie? Now he's going with a tight little 5-year-old so he can get authentic cum faces? When I was 6, any cock was more than enough, Brent was only 3 inches the first time you put him inside of me and I came harder than I ever had before. Same thing is going to happen with his new blonde toy.'

'It's like I told you, tastes change. There are plenty of other jobs out there and lots of people who will want to see you in front of the camera. I guarantee this was for the best. You've been doing 1-on-1 with men for so long it just doesn't give you the same sensations, we'll find you something different.' Mrs. Loewe admired her child's body; ripening hairless labia, enlarged clitoris poking out from between smooth folds, muscular abdomen, protruding navel, smooth chest hidden beneath the thin camisole, wide set shoulders, long slender neck and perfectly symmetrical face. 'So you didn't cum at all today?'

Ronia replied somewhat frustrated, 'No, I was saving myself for the audition. I haven't touched myself for 2 days.' Thinking back to the last time she touched herself was just after the mail had arrived. It was a clothing catalog and she loved to skip through to the kids beachwear where she would masturbate furiously to pictures of boys and girls running around in bikinis and Speedos imaging they fucked when the cameras stopped.

Mrs. Loewe leaned over to her daughter and lifted the camisole off her body leaving her bare chest exposed. 'Come sit on my lap, baby, let mommy takes care of you.'

Ronia looked into her mother's eyes and saw only love. 'Okay mommy.' Nodding her head she climbed over the center console to the bucket seat where he mother sat. All of a sudden she was her mother's innocent little girl again.

Their chauffeur was driving them home along crowed city streets, the 12 cylinder engines' rasp echoing through the city as the car swerved and accelerated past slower moving traffic. The windows were tinted but the silhouette a fully prepubescent 8-year-olds thin frame and completely smooth front that started at her collar bones and went down to and ended at her full pussy lips were still clearly visible. Only Ronia's puffy nickel sized areolas, half inch long erect nipples that stood proudly from her chest and the little marble sized outie poking from her stomach broke the imagery of complete smoothness but completely aided in the arousal of naked daughter facing her still sexy and once a child porn star mother.

Ronia was resting upright on her knees, feet dangling over the seat edge with her mother's legs between her thighs. He arms hung at her side and she was slumped forward solemnly with her head tilted down but her emerald green eyes were locked with her mother's gaze while she waiting eagerly for the familiar touch.

'Baby, look at your pussy, it's soaked.' Mrs. Loewe was eye fucking her daughter's mound that rose from the little v-shaped cleft formed from her thin boney hips and abdomen. 'Your little clitty is sticking out. Do you want me to touch it?' She asked while running her fingers around her lower abdomen and around the side of her labia, under her hips to find her puckered asshole and back around her daughter's pussy but never making direct contact.

Ronia pleaded between battered breaths; her rising heart rate and skin flushing. 'Please mommy, please. I'm sorry I yelled. I'm sorry I was mean, please mommy I need to feel good.' She was sent into the early throes of rapidly building orgasm at the hands of her mother's teasing fingers. 'Touch me in my special place mommy. Fuck my special place.' Unable to reach full gratification she began involuntarily thrusting her body against her mother's evading hand which continued to tease her, hoping to find the touch she desired on her engorged love button.

Mrs. Loewe just sat there examining her actions. Ronia sat in front of her, pussy mound set well defined against the child's thinness, her fingers caressing the 8-year-old body; Ronia had almost no curves at this age and it drove her mad with lust. Lightly tanned skin clung tightly around a lithe frame; every rib could be seen and counted, collar bones stuck out and looked like they could be snapped with 2 fingers. Small tummy was extending and distending with each rapid breath; when Ronia exhaled the firmness of her abdomen showed and you could almost make out a 6 pack of muscles, when sucking in air tummy distended become full and round, navel protruded greater than normal. She wanted to squeeze, lick and suck the little adornment while savoring her little girl's life giving breath with each rise and fall of her daughter's belly.

'Whatever my little girl wants she can have.' Mrs. Loewe put her hand in front of Ronia's pussy and extended her middle fingers. 'Go on baby.'

Ronia took a deep breath and pushed her hips forward, clitoris met with her mother's finger sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She paused on the tip for a moment to grind her love button around savoring the sexual gratification. Her mouth hung open and drool came out over her lips and ran down to her chin, 'Mommy it feels - ahhh mommy I can't.' The intensity of pleasure washing over her young body was too much to handle. She had lost control of all moments with just her clitoris pressing into her mother's finger; it was a wonderful and confusing sensation, every muscle on her body showing, completely tensed and perspiration washing over her skin.

'It's okay if you need mommy to help you fuck. Mommy will do anything for her baby because I love you so much.' Mrs. Loewe's finger was dripping with Ronia's pussy juices making it easy to start sliding her finger forward and back between the crests of her daughter's pussy. 'Oh baby your pussy is soaked and your clitty is so big.' She was shocked at how swelled with blood Ronia's citreous had become. She had never seen one so big on a girl so small. As a child her own clitoris was maybe half a big. 'Is mommy doing a good job of fucking?'

Ronia could only grunt and purr. The finger at her pussy moved back and forth more quickly with each pass. Her orgasm was welling inside of her but she wasn't intent on reaching it too quickly. She had wanted release but now her mind was set on enjoying the physical attention. Audiati had taught her several mind tricks to draw her focus from pleasure to impede release which was a great skill to help lengthen the scene of a movie or extrapolate orgasmic sensations. Sometimes it applying a sharp pan to a sensitive part of your body, but care needed to be taken that you didn't draw it out too long and turn it into something pleasurable. The sex scene she had participated in today had aroused her slightly but not enough to reach orgasm and not having achieved release for the past two days increased the sensitivity in her body. She wasn't like other girls who thought about Barbies or coloring, her mind had been conditioned to only think about the next sexual release and she had no shame in how she went about achieving it.

Mrs. Loewe ran the tip of her finger over the engorged clitoris pausing briefly to make small circles around it, teasingly, then pressing firmly on it and making quick side to side motions. Moving her finger down and under the folds of the girl's pussy she found her true desire. The slickness on her finger allowed her to slip its entire length inside Ronia's asshole without resistance, pulling her finger out and pressing it inside several more times until the slickness had worn off. She was going to stop and lubricate her finger again but decided to continue fingering her daughter's asshole dry.

Ronia moan loudly, 'Noo it hurts mommy.'

Mrs. Loewe was deep in lust and cared little about anything outside of maximizing her own pleasure. 'Ronia your asshole is so amazing. It's gripping my finger like it doesn't want me to stop. I'll put another one inside just for your baby.' she was losing control and found herself grinding her hips along her seat slicking the leather with her own pussy juices.

'Noo don't ple -.' Ronia's voice trailed off as her mother forced another finger into her dry asshole, pushing and pulling at her insides. The sensation was wild and through the pain she could feel her pussy convulsing and a new wetness dripping down her leg; a gushing sensation like she had lost control of her bladder.

'Such a good little cunt, getting wet for mommy, fucking getting so fucking wet for mommy.' Mrs. Loewe growled and spat the words out while increasing the pace of ass fucking her 8-year-old. 'Ronia, baby, do you want mommy inside of your fuck hole?' She encouraged her daughter while pummeling her stink hole. 'I promise you'll cum. Do you want mommy to make you cum like the cunt you are?'

Ronia's body was wracked with pleasure, 'Yes, mommy, yes, cum, cum, yes.'

Mrs. Loewe screamed at her daughter, 'oh god, that's so fucking surprising, you want to cum all over mommy? Is that all you care about? Fucking spraying your fuck juices on mommy's face? Is that all your good for?' Her fingers had become a blur as she lost control of herself. Her free hand went around to her daughter's backside pulling her child's body forward. The girl's plump little nipple came in line with her hungry mouth sucking fiercely and using her teeth to nibble at the length of erect nipple.

'Okay, mommy wants to go inside of your pussy but she doesn't want to use her finger. Mommy wants you to cum in her mouth.'

'Mommy, yes, just please hurry and make me cum. I can't take it anymore. I need to cum.' Ronia pleaded with tears running down her face, sweat poured over her body which ached terribly from sexual tension coursing through her every fiber.

Mrs. Loewe put her fingers up to Ronia's face, 'You made my finger dirty, clean it first and then you can cum.' Her fingers are covered in the girls sweet pussy juices but also the stink from her asshole and knew Ronia hated the taste of asshole. One of the girl's rules was she refused to perform oral after anal sex but it made Mrs. Loews pussy cream to imagine watching the girl forced to taste ass. She could make her daughter do anything she wanted in the current state and she wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

Ronia was so close to orgasm she didn't think twice, pursing her lips like she was about to perform oral on a little boy, taking the entire length of her mother's fingers into her mouth, she ran her tongue around getting every last drop of juice and stink and swallowing as quickly as possible.

Mrs. Loewe watched as her daughters face contorted at the taste of asshole. 'Swallow. Good girl.' Smiling in admiration at what she could make her daughter do when she was in lust. 'Lay back against the front seat.'

Ronia's leaned backwards, head and shoulders against the back of the front seat. She was still straddling her mother's legs, her smooth flat and delicate front side curving upwards towards he mother.

Lying horizontal in the air Ronia had her pussy right at her mother's hungry mouth. Her mother's hands were under her backside feeling every inch of her smooth skin and spending a particularly long amount of time at her ass cheeks and touching the abused little asshole.

Mrs. Loewe starred at her daughter's slick pussy which contracted from pleasure, a mix of fluids leaking out. The scent of her sex struck her with a new intensity sending her mind into another tailspin, her own pussy was getting wetter and her hips began grinding the seat again. 'Your pussy is so pretty when it's so fucking wet.' Her tongue went to lightly graze the velvet folds tasting a sweet and pungent mix of fluids while moaning to aloud.

Ronia was so eager to have her pussy eaten she started pushing her pussy forward hoping to have the tongue enter he cunt. 'Mommy, don't tease me, please, eat my pussy!'

Mrs. Loewe pushed forward; tongue entering the child's sex, her mouth opened and took the whole of the child's labia into her mouth. She flicked her tongue inside of the warm, soft and wet hole. She tasted and nibbled at it like it were a soft peach, fluid pouring out and filling her mouth, taking it all into here stomach in a single gulp.

Ronia thrashed wildly against her mother's face and grunting hoarsely aloud, 'fuck me.' Her breathing became labored and shallow and her screams came out as squeaks. Her mother's tongue was running circles around the inside of her vagina hitting her G-spot sending her pussy into contractions. What her mother couldn't drink spilled out around her thighs and dripped along the crack of her asshole.

Mrs. Loewe's moved her hand around to Ronia's ass and thighs, moaning when she came in contact with Ronia's warm perspiring skin. She smeared her hands in her daughter's fluids and spread it around the child's body. The feeling of her daughter's firm physic beneath her roaming fingers was intoxicating. Ronia's stomach was bulging upward, tightening and using all available strength to grind against her mouth. Every rise and crest of abs beneath her touch was fascinating. Her child's eyes met her own at the erotic scene before her.

'Touch my body mommy, touch me everywhere, I'm cumming in your mouth - my cunt in your mouth- mommy I feel good.' She mustered out with all of her strength. Every touch of her skin felt like lighting striking her head. She started picking up the pace of her grinding faster and faster against her mother's mouth. The strength in her legs was fading quickly and with what little was still there she used to pull her mother's mouth harder into her pussy, teeth met against the sensitive and engorged clitoris which was full to bursting, causing her to go rigid, frozen in the air left only aware to the eruption of pleasure running throughout her body and bursting out between the crest of her labia.

Mrs. Loewe felt Ronia's pussy entrance tighten around her tongue. A new and different rush of liquid entered her mouth. The taste altogether was much different than before; more pungent and sour then sweet. It was thick and stuck to the inside of her mouth and slowly crawled down the back of her throat. Knowing her daughter was in the midst of orgasm sent herself over the edge, grinding hard against the seat, her sticky cum juices spreading around her underwear and ruining the perforated leather seating surface.

Ronia felt like all of her body was rushing out from her pussy as she achieved orgasm. Her body made stuttering motions while her mother's mouth continued to press tightly around her sex. The tongue inside of her pussy still trashed elevating her orgasm to higher levels. She didn't think it was ever going to stop; her heart beat increased faster and faster becoming arrhythmic, her breathing had stopped because she couldn't relax her diaphragm or throat. She could only stare down along the length of her rigid and wet body at her mother who gnawed her pussy and lovingly sucked down her fluids.

Mrs. Loewe wanted to continue eating her daughter out but she began to feel nauseous as her stomach became full of her child's cum. She considered that Ronia had urinated which meant she drank he daughters piss for the first time, the thought increased her arousal but she put that thought aside for now. When she removed her mouth from the child, long strands of saliva and cum followed; clinging to Ronia's spent pussy and her own face. She wiped the excess fluids from her skin and smeared them over Ronia's swollen little mound with the palm of her hand, forward and backwards, massaging the mix of juices into her delicate and violated body. When she was satisfied she helped her daughter down and onto her lap which was soaked with a mix of their juices, cradling the girl's body in her arms as they recovered from their sexual performance.

The innocuous driver calmly turned around to face the post fuck scene, 'we are home Mrs. Loewe.' They were passing just in front of their gated mansion that was inspired by many Tuscan villas. 'It appears we have company.'

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In front of the house a late model Audi A8 and a nicely dressed man stood in the cul-de-sac in front of the house. 'That's Brent Joffre with Kitche magazine, did we have an interview?' Fear struck Mrs. Loewe. Normally she was much more careful about spacing out appointments. Their car had just pulled into the long sloping driveway headed to Brent. 'Go as slow as you can so I can get her dressed.' Shaking Ronia awake she handed the girl a sundress she keeps in her purse for just such appointments.

'I don't want to get dressed. I want to be naked and look at the mirror.' Ronia said refusing the dress.

'Baby, Mr. Joffre is here, I don't know but maybe you have an interview. I don't remember scheduling it.'

'Fucking Christ, this why I wanted a real manager so I could fire them for screwing up.' she scowled at her mother, angry she wouldn't be able to bask in her post fuck jubilation. She developed a unique fascination of the physical aspects of sex at an early age. She enjoys staring at herself in the mirror while spreading her pussy and ass to see what the after effects look like and if anything is still dripping out. If her fuck scene was being recorded she would immediately rewatch and masturbate to it while streaming through her webcam to a select few VIP members, an expensive privilege. Then she would lay by the pool for the rest of the day having one of the illegals they have on staff pamper her. She enjoyed having illegal immigrants on staff, they never spoke much English and they would never say anything about what went on inside the house for fear of deportation. She has her mother fire most of them every few months because she loved the look on the faces of new hires when she would call for them into her room only to find her masturbating, making them watch while she stared back causing her to have violent orgasms.

'Ronia I'm so sorry, mommy will make it up to you I swear but you really need to get some clothes on... if he sees you like this.' Looking over her daughter's naked, wet and abused body, 'I just don't know.'

'You're the one with the wet pants. I'll just jump out of the car and scream that you were raping me. That would be fun.' Ronia said slyly to her mother, not sure if she meant it or not but she had considered it. She enjoyed the thrill of close encounters and the idea of people seeing her engaged in sex. She wanted them to know how good she was and deep down she never understood why so few people were as interested in fucking as she was. She loved going to the mall in a strapless ruffled tube top that only just covered her chest and low cut skinny jeans, some people just smiled at her thinking it was cute that such a little girl was dressed this way, some women scowled at her and especially her mother if she had come along but the men always stared in lust mouths hanging open looking stupidly unaware that their wives or girlfriends are all too aware that they are eye fucking her nubile body.

'Ronia, don't talk like that, Mommy loves you and couldn't live without you.' Fear was building in Mrs. Loewe. 'Sweetie, please do this for me.'

'I'll do it but I won't be happy about it. I'm not showering and I'm changing into something else when I go inside.' Taking the yellow sundress dotted in blue polka dots she slide it over her head and paused to look down at the big blue buttons on the shoulder straps. 'I hate this dress.'

'You look so sweet and innocent.'

Ronia stared out the window at Mr. Joffre, they have done a few other interview's together, never at home. She wishes she could seduce him, at the very least sit in his lap if he thinks its innocent and rub herself against his cock. Her pussy churned a little at the lewd thought.

'Aren't you forgetting something?' Mrs. Loewe held out a blonde wig.

'Fucking shit it's always something. Can't I just tell him I dyed my hair black?' Taking the wig in her hand she plopped it on her head. Her mother did her best to make it look natural but there wasn't much time to make it perfect so they left it as messy as possible to hide the seams.

'Your other fans would put two-and-two together of-'

Ronia cut her mother off, 'Shut the fuck up I know!

When they came to a stop Ronia came out of the car first to distract Mr. Joffre so her mother could go past unnoticed and change her clothes. 'Hi Mr. Joffre, did we have an interview?'

He responded cheerfully. 'Well, we made the appointment last month but I know you just get busier and busier.'

Ronia dropped her shoulders and cocked her head, her eyes got big, 'Awww I'm sooo sorry, did you wait long?'

'No its only been a few minutes but its okay. Anything to get an interview with the fan favorite Ronia Loewe. 'Hello there Mrs. Loewe.' He waved.

'Can't talk right now, I have to get the clothes out of the dryer.' Mrs. Loewe called over jogging around the house to go through the back door.

Ronia giggled, 'Mommy is scatter brained today. She does so much for me and she needs a break and I love her this much.' Stretching out her arms then brought them around to hug herself.

'Aren't you just the sweetest girl in the world.' Joffre beamed down at her. 'Maybe we could go inside, I just have a few questions about your next fashion shoot and how the record is coming along, we're all excited to hear about it.'

Ronia offered her hand to Mr. Joffre and led him inside showing him into the parlor room. 'If you want to set up your camera and stuff I'm gonna go change clothes. I'll be down in about 5 minutes, kay?'

Upstairs in her room she jumped backwards onto her bed spreading herself out. The bottom of her dress rode up to her hips exposing her pussy to the cool air of the house, savoring the feeling momentarily. The idea came to her suddenly. The interview is going to be filmed and seen by tens of thousands of people everywhere. How can I show everyone how good I am at fucking? She hopped out of bed and slid the dress off over her head and ran into her closet to a small pink box hidden behind her shoes collection.

Inside was her favorite 5 inch motorized pink dildo. At the bottom of the dildo was a heavy metal silver magnet, the shaft of the toy was sectioned in 10 layers, each layer spun around the shaft and was covered in small nubs that vibrated. It was battery powered and had a wireless controller. She took it in her hand and ran over to the full size mirror. Glaring at her naked body she ran her hands all around her chest, stomach, down her legs and back up to her pussy while swaying her body to a song in her head. She spread legs apart, bowed them inwards which made her little mound stand more prominently from between her prepubescent hips. She licked her fingers, spit on them and began masturbating her sex, favoring her engorging clitoris as it poked out from between her labia.

When her pussy began to soak her hand and inner thighs she took her toy and ran it between her pussy lips fully lubricating its length. Then, setting it on the floor she hovered her pussy over the tip of the toy. She glared into the mirror as her labia spread along the slick tip. She pressed down and grunted aloud as it entered her pussy. The nubs along the shaft massaged the sensitive inner walls of her vagina causing a rush of fluids to spill out. Spreading her legs further apart she continued inserting the entire length of the dildo inside of herself until she was doing a full split and her ass was flat on the floor. She put her hand to her pussy to hold the dildo in place, staggered onto her feet and bounced over to her closet pulling out a new outfit. She put on a short kaki skirt and a blue plaid button down with short sleeves that she tucked in at her waist with a big belt and gold emblem. Finally she grabbed big gold cross necklaces off of the floor.

15 minutes passed before Ronia came trotting into the parlor room with a chair in hand.

'Oh I set a few chairs up for us already.' Mr. Joffre said surprised to see the small girl hauling a chair bigger than her into the room.

'This is my lucky chair!' She gleamed at him. 'It's super comfy too.' Her intentions were known only to her. She was taking a huge risk, if her mother found out she would never hear the end of it but she couldn't help herself.

'No problem, sweetie.'

Setting the chair in front of Joffre she hoped up onto the seat. She sat awkwardly for a few moments, sliding her butt around until she found the spot she was looking for. 'Oh that's' it.' She whispered to herself.

'What was that?' Joffre asked.

Ronia shivered for a moment, 'ah nothing - erm I'm just excited to get started.' She piped out at him. The magnet at the bottom of the dildo that was hidden inside of her pussy made contact with another magnet inside of the seat cushion locking the two together. The magnet was so strong that she could no longer even shift her hips more than a few millimeters. She was forced to sit somewhat rigidly because if she leaned forward or back the dildo poked uncomfortably at vaginal wall. 'I'm ready to start anytime you are.' She was struggling to regain her composure. She hadn't even turned the dildo on but the thought that she would cum on camera for so many people and they wouldn't even know it drove her mad.

Joffre sat forward, 'Hello Kitche.com viewers this is Kevin Joffre her with child super star Ronia Loewe. Ronia a pleasure to have you here with us today.'

Ronia's hand was in her pocket and she pressed the remote control on switch causing the dildo to begin vibrating and spinning slowly inside of her, 'P-plea the eh pleasure is me.' She giggled. 'Sorry tongue tied.'

'That's no problem. So last time we talked you were hard at work on an album. Maybe you can tell us how that's coming along.'

Her pussy was churning beneath her. 'Oh yea, uhm we finished writing all of the songs and I've been in the studio to record lyrics and uhm, uhhhhmmm.' Her words trailed off into a moan, the pleasure welling around her pussy, steaming up into her brain and over flowing out between her labia. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she had to grip the sides of the chair to keep herself from flailing around too much.

'Ronia you're sweating a lot. Are you okay?' Joffre asked concerned.

'Oh I'm great just a little warm you know.' She was losing her composure and the interview just started. 'I just have to thank God for giving me everything that I have. I want to share his love with everyone out there and spread the message of love for euhhhhmmm Jesus Christ fu.' She cut herself of before spouting several obscenities.

Joffreeyeing her up and down. 'Yes, last time we spoke you talked a lot about how religion has inspired you to be a better person.'

Ronia could sense Joffre's eyes all over her body, suspecting he was aware of the subtle convulsions. She went through all of his questions as best she good, focusing all of her efforts on remaining conscious but she found herself pressing the button to increase the speed of vibrations and rotation. Her hips were gently grinding against the stiff fuck toy inside of her. 'Yes, I want to spread the message of lord and savior to inspire others the way I've been. The CD will be ready in about 3 months and we have 12 songs planned. Hmmm.' Ronia braced herself for the coming orgasm. She starred right into the camera, eyes fluttering slightly and mouth ajar, smiling.

Ronia made a proper fuck face for thousands to see. She suddenly felt a wash of satisfaction. She congratulated herself for accomplishing something meaningful.

Her composure was much more professional after her orgasm. The interview finished in just over 30 minutes after a line of questioning about her burgeoning fashion career and since it was summer much of her work involved bikini modeling, short sun dresses, and light nightwear. 'Thank you so much for your time Ronia, all of us at Kitche.com can't wait till we get to sit down and talk with you again.' Joffre turned to the camera, 'I'm Kevin Joffre with Ronia Loewe, thanks for tuning in.' Joffre gathered his things while conversing with Ronia who was unsure of whether she could stand without falling over.

Ronia waved her hand and said goodbye to Joffre as he left with all of his equipment over his shoulders. When he was out of the room she pulled her red satin panties down to the floor. Then, she squatted and pushed on her lower abdomen causing the dildo to emerge from her red and swollen pussy. She grabbed her panties and found herself totally unsurprised at how damp the fabric was. What did take her for surprise was the thick clear fluid along the crotch, happy to know that she is producing more and more ejaculate every time she orgasms.

She shot out of the door just as Joffre was getting into his car. 'Mr. Joffre, wait!' He stepped away from his car and started towards her as she shot into him in a full hug. 'I didn't thank you enough for all you do for me, getting the word out about my career and music. Thank you sooo much!'

Mr. Joffre patted her on the back. 'You do just as much for us as we do for you; it evens out in the end. I'll give you a call when we get the interview online, okay?' He stepped away and started back to his car.

As he was driving off Ronia just stopped and starred at the taillights disappearing off into the street. 'I did something really naughty' she said to herself, smiling from ear to ear. When she was hugging him her drenched satin panties found their way into his jacket pocket.

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'I never thought I'd get to work with you. You were with Audiati for the past - what - year and a half or so? I've seen all of your work, even the homemade footage from when you were much younger up until your last movie with Audiati.' Bernard Young a 25 year old prodigy upstart pornographer from North Africa stood against the wall of the small studio; converted from a ballet and dance hall when he bought the 2 story building a little over 4 years ago. 'I regret not getting this opportunity sooner. For that man to confine you to those pedestrian movies is saddening. So many years and opportunities missed but that's in the past now that you are with me.' Bernard began pacing around the small space, watching the infinite reflections of himself in the mirrors taking up the right and left walls of the room. 'You are certainly ready for real films.'

'What's the difference?' Ronia asked as she stood in the exact center of the room staring into the same infinite reflection of Bernard. 'I have made a lot of films.' She questioned the man. Ronia's fan base made finding a new director and producer quite easy. When the call went out Bernard overnighted several films and magazines with his work for them to look over. Thought several amateurs tried to get her attention Bernard's talents were immediately recognizable from only a few scenes. Their introduction had only occurred last week when she came in to interview, however informal it was, but she already felt very comfortable around him. He gave a strong sense of professionalism while having an inert understanding that instilled a sense of friendship on first meeting.

'No, no not at all.' He instantly corrected her, confident in his response. 'What you did was voyeurism and exploitation.' He paused for a moment, 'His camera saw you as a means to an end; rousing arousal from the viewer for fiscal gain. Where was the caring? To your viewers you're a piece of meat that affords them masturbation. They don't know you as a person, but as an object. What I do is engage the viewer in the act of sexual exploration. I want people to feel and see the beautiful pleasures of intimate acts in personal experience. Yes, people will become aroused and masturbate or use what you do as a teaching tool for themselves or children but it won't be because how big the penis entering you is or what new physical contortion we can pose you in while bringing about the aggressors semen.' He stopped to catch his breath and leer at Ronia.

She suddenly felt very exposed. She never considered herself as a pawn. It struck her how she had been used but she did take some comfort in the new perspective that allowed her to see why Audiati, a man whom she deeply trusted, was able to cast her aside so quickly.

Bernard continued, 'You need to understand that my process is much different than what you might expect.' He paused again to approach Ronia circling around the girl to admire her nakedness. 'A movie you make might have been shot in one long take. A one hour movie might take a little longer than that with some cuts in-between to direct you or change angle.' He ran his hand over her bare shoulders bushing the long black hair behind her, drinking in her boney prepubescent physic. 'My films have dialog and emotion, we might do multiple takes, perhaps one hour of useable footage in my movie takes 15 to 20 hours to complete.'

Both of his hands grasped her shoulders while he stood directly behind her lightly pressing his body into hers. 'I - wow I never have done anything like that.' She felt herself turning in sync with the man until she was staring ahead to an empty wall. Her confidence was draining a little and worry washed over her. 'What if I can't do all that? I never fucked for more then - I don't know - like 2 hours at most and - I mean I was so -'

'Hush, Ronia. You don't need to worry. I make perhaps 1 movie a month; we won't overwhelm you too quickly. I do intend on making you a star. You won't just be a face people recognize - look ahead Ronia.' Bernard turned his head to view his reflection standing behind the girl whose head stood just above his waist, he was a very tall man and she was a very tiny girl, though herself tall, her body was dwarfed by his. Her round head with silky smooth black hair fell below her shoulder blades, slender neck above her body, and the forward curvature of her back pushing her muscular and undeveloped front outward in an arc. 'We are going to make that happen very quickly and lucky for you my methods will become apparent sooner than you think. When I found out we were getting you on the team I sat down and wrote a series of short films that you will be helping me out on.' His right hand, the one on the side of his reflection he was looking at rose up from her shoulders along her neck, under her chin to her lips, grazing her cheek and finally resting with a hand full of hair grasped in his hand. Her tugged gently causing her to go rigid and stand totally upright. 'Good girl,' his warm voice encouraged her while instilling confidence. His left hand fell over to her chest on the left breast. Pulling her hair caused her body to tense revealing how muscular she was. 'Not an ounce of fat I think.'

'What will I be doing in you movies - erm - sorry. I mean films.'

'It's okay. First, we have many habits to break.' His fingers roamed around her chest, tweaking each nipple between his thumb and forefinger causing their full erection. 'You won't be in the first film, I want you to observe, get to know the crew and the actors I use. We are a family here. A very intimate family actually.' He laughed casually, fully understanding the predicament of being involved in child pornography; the secrecy and risks involved. His full hand grasped at her small chest roughly desiring her flesh. 'We'll start you as a fluffer.'

'A what?'

Bernard grinned, 'Fluffers main job is to prepare the actors before and during scenes and sometimes help other crews relax after a long day.' His palm slide down over her small slightly distended belly which rose and fell with each of her breaths. 'Sometimes after each take there can be 10 or 15 minutes before we start filming again and the actors need to stay aroused but not cum so when we edit the film together it all looks natural. Or sometimes we need the actors to cum before we start shooting so they last longer. When you shoot for several hours you are bound to accidently or intentionally get off.' His hand roamed around her tummy. He pulled her hair tighter causing the child to draw in her stomach. He continued to leer in the mirror at the new shape her body took, admiring and memorizing the form.

A slight anger rose inside of her, 'That sounds like a bitch job for inexperienced fools.' She flushed and scowled her face pushing herself away from him.

Bernard's hands had a tight grasp on her and he pulled her back into him but tighter this time. 'Relax Ronia. No one here thinks that way. It's true you are probably more sexually capable then many of the actors I have been using for years but it's important that you do this not just for me but to prove to the crew and other actors that you are committed. Most young actors are fluffers for years before they earn the right to be in my films; a few never even make it in front of the camera. Do you know why Ronia?'

'Why?' she replied.

Her jeered, 'Because they suck!' Bellowing with laughter he pulled Ronia in closer to him feeling the light chuckle rising from her stomach.

Ronia wasn't too sure she understood the joke but she joined in the laughter anyway.

'Everyone in my family knows who you are Ronia. All of last week I showed them your clips and they were impressed, they know what you can do but we have to go through the motions.' He went back to focusing on her body. His right hand continued to roam her flesh. 'With this body, Ronia -you can do anything.' His fingers began prodding at her protruding outie, squeezing and pulling at her adornment. He felt the girl's breathing increase and the heat from her naked flesh.

Her body instinctively began rubbing against his, finding his crotch just under her shoulder blades. 'Bernard, your hands know how to pleasure me.' She moaned out in a deep and sensual tone. She felt his hand slide down her lower abdomen stopping just above her exposed and full pussy lips. She began grinding her hips upwards in an attempt to find his touch on her sex.

'So eager and willing. I'm very excited to work with you.' With that said, he pulled away from the girl letting her hair slide between his fingers as he retracted his hand. Ronia was left standing in the middle of the room, flush and confused, her naked body fully exposed.

'What are you doing? Don't you want to -' She suddenly felt very vulnerable and was for the first time in her whole life aware of her nakedness and body. 'I - I - what are you doing.' She wrapped her arms around herself turning away from him and looking around for her clothes.

'How do you feel right now?' Bernard stood at a distance and glared at her. 'You think I should want you because you offer yourself willingly to me? I'm not that weak, whore.'

Tears welled up in her eyes. Her voice squeaked, 'where are my clothes? I want to go home.' She felt his eyes on her and turned to him and pleaded, 'Please. Why are you looking at me like that you asshole!'

'The biggest challenge of acting is expressing emotions. Lust and passion are easy when you are in the midst of fucking and overwhelmed with pleasure. Ronia, you are much too confident, arrogant and unwilling or unable to read other people.' He said in a very stern voice.

Ronia's tears stopped and she regained her composure struggling to understand what was happening.

'You are great at sexual expression but we must get you to express other emotions on command; shame, fear, happiness, sadness, anger, greed, envy, rejection and self-consciousness.' He smiled at her. 'Art is vulnerability, Ronia. You need to trust me and it's not that I don't lust after having you, I've dreamed about it for years, but those kinds of interactions between my actors and crew only confuse and make this business difficult. Ronia, you will be the greatest star the world has seen.'

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There are huge tulips all around Ronia. The smell of flowers filled her nose. Cool soft dirt went between her toes sending chills up through her spine. Her skin glistened in the mid-day sun.

She could see for miles through the valley of flowers which filled her eyes with beautiful whites, yellows, blues, reds, pinks and violets. As she skipped carelessly through the field she found herself to be naked, finally free from the clothes that bound her from the self-expression she craved. The soft peddles grazed over her tanned skin sending jolts of electricity through her body.

After what felt like a mile she stopped at the top of a grassy knoll which held a small pond with brightly colored Koi swimming along the surface. Looking into the pond Ronia found she was covered in pollen. Head to toe there were a myriad of shades and hues of every flower she touch from the field of tulips. She stretched her arms out in front of her and watched the sun dance and glisten off of the colorful pollen which trapped Ronia's mind in a trance.

She found herself compelled to run her hands around her body which caused the pollen to mix into a fantastic rainbow of colors her eyes had never seen before. The more she rubbed the more the colors changed and compelled her to molest herself. Her hands roamed and explored her tiny 8-year-old body. She looked down into the pond again and watched herself grope her skinny body. The longer she starred at the water the more clear her reflection became, the more she could see and feel her thinness, the longer her nipples grew, the bigger her navel became, the more her clitoris engorged and filled with blood and as she roamed over these features her mind continued to empty as it was replaced by the pleasure she felt.

Her pussy oozed thick strands of cum down her legs which drew the attention of Koi in the pond which were sticking their little faces above the edge of the water tasting the acrid scent coming from her fuck hole. As she masturbated there was a buzzing that was initially faint and disturbed her very little but it began to grow louder and louder with each pass she made over her clitoris. She was nearing orgasm, it was so close but the more the noise filled her head the less clear her reflection in the pond became and the less pleasure her body felt. The Koi no longer swam at the surface but instead returned to their mindless swimming in circles. The buzzing was so loud she couldn't concentrate on her pussy and she screamed out at the destructive noise to stop.

'Fucking cunt fucker!' Ronia screamed aloud. She was ripped from her slumber to look over and find a wasp planted firmly in her arm. She swatted violently at it catching it in her palm, crunching it and sends guts out in every direction. 'Faggot!'

'Is you okay Mrs. Ronia?' A Latino woman came rushing out of the house towards Ronia carrying a tray of drinks. 'You were sleeping. Did you have the nightmare?'

'I don't know, Candela. I don't remember but this fucking faggot cunt wasp stung me on the arm.' Ronia screamed again. Her body was tense from rage as she looked down at the splattered bug on her arm. 'Give me your dress so I can wipe this kike off of my arm!'

'Mrs. Ronia, such language you use. It's not a good thing.' Candela said with a heavy accent.

'Spic cunt. You don't tell me what to do. Take off your dress and give it to me so I can wipe this faggot off of my arm!' Ronia continued to scream as the pain in her arm grew and swelled. 'I'll get on the phone right now and call police and tell them you don't have citizenship and they'll drag your ass back over the border.'

'Ronia, you can use you towel to wipe the bug off. You do not need my dress.'

'I don't need it but I want it - Now! Once I call the police maybe I should tell them how you come outside when I'm playing innocently by the pool and you make me take my clothes off, lay on the hot cement and you rub my bald cunt until it's bright red and raw. Then you take me inside to the kitchen and lay me over the counter and sodomize me with different utensils and slap my ass with hot spatulas.' Ronia stood in front of Candela completely naked. She has 2 closets full of swimwear she's bought or been given during her modeling career but has only ever worn them on but a few occasions when she had gone to the beach. She saw no reason to wear anything when swimming or laying out. To her tan lines weren't sexy and if you shower naked you should swim naked.

Candela set the drink tray down on the lounge chair next to Ronia, tears running down her face. 'I do not wish to do these things to you. They are very bad.'

Ronia put her hands on her small undefined waist proudly displaying her body. Her legs placed firmly on the ground a foot apart, her plump pussy juttying downward between her legs. She starred hard at the housemaid. 'Do what I say now!' She scowled, turned and picked up her cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

There was a pause followed by 2 rings. '911 what's the nature of your emergency.' The operator asked.

'Okay Ronia, okay! Please I'll do for you.' She sobbed.

Ronia snapped the phone shut tossing it on the ground carelessly. Candela unfastened her apron, folded it and neatly set it aside. Bending over she grabbed the hem of the blue dress and lifted slowly over her head. She wore a white tee-shirt and granny panties pulled high over her stomach. She was a heavy set woman, middle aged and had 5 children.

'Here you go Ronia. Here is my dress like you ask.' Candela tossed the outfit to the sun kissed nude little 8-year-old standing before her.

Ronia cackled aloud and tossed the dress into the pool where it immediately began to sink.

Candela gasped allowed, 'You are an evil child. God will not easily forgive you.'

Ronia spat back, 'You think God gives a fuck about a border rat? Useless bitch.' Ronia looked Candela up and down and began laughing. 'No, I think I'll be the one who asks God to forgive you for being a fat whore.'

Candela burst into tears but didn't move for fear of the little girl. She was bigger and stronger than Ronia but she was a peaceful spirit that would catch flies and let them free outside.

Ronia's shifted on her feet. She relaxed very quickly stretching her hands over her head until she was on the tips of her toes. She let out a sigh and looked at Candela in the eyes and smiled. 'I'm really horny right now. You did that to me Candela.' She began rubbing her pussy, wetting her fingers with the secreting juices then brought them up to her mouth and sucked each digit clean. 'I'm sorry I was mean and said those awful things, Candela. I do love you. You know that right?'

'You say such hurtful things, Ronia! I do not believe you apology.'

Ronia just smiled. 'I don't appreciate being called a liar, but you can make it up to me so I don't have to make that phone call.' Ronia sat herself on the ground of the hot concrete. 'Fucking stings!' She inhaled deeply then lay back on the ground.

Candela gasped and ran over to the girl. 'Ronia you are going to burn your skin. Please get up.'

Ronia put her feet firmly on the ground, knees in the air and spread herself wide revealing her moist, fat little pussy. 'I'll get up after you rub my pussy. Go on. You know how to do it.'

Candela was sobbing again but knew she could not win this battle. Squatting down beside the girl she moved her hand and pressed it against the child's pussy. Ronia always told her to look into her eyes while she was being molested so she would know what her abuse was doing to her innocent little mind. It broke Candela's heart but this job provided so much for her family she couldn't afford to lose it.

'That feels so great, rub harder and faster.' Ronia commanded. It was mid-day and around 110 degree outside as the sun beat against the ground. The concrete beneath her could likely cook an egg. Her searing skin screamed in her brain to get up but the reality of the situation gave her so much pleasure she couldn't bear to move. Her pussy was gushing juices ass her house maid rubbed at her pussy. Her clitoris was growing bigger and becoming overly sensitive to Candela's touch.

'When do we stop, Ronia?' Candela asked through her sobbing. Her palm ran smoothly over Ronia's puffy mound that sat against the girl's smooth, flat, prepubescent body like a hill in a valley. The women could only sit in stare into the girl's fluttering eyes.

Ronia let out a long moan feeling her pussy convulsing as she neared her orgasm. The pain at her back and arm grew worse. 'I have two more things planned.' Ronia began grinding her hips up and down against the woman's hand. 'Finger fuck me! Make my baby pussy cream.' Ronia and her maid were still staring into each other's eyes while Ronia licked her lip ands blew kisses to the women molesting her pussy.

Candela solemnly nodded her head and pushed her middle finger into the girl's tight and moist cunt. There was no resistance; the inner walls of her vagina welcomed the penetration by gripping tightly around her finger. She pulled her finger out and pressed it back in slowly while gradually increasing her speed. Ronia's juices were squirting out each time she pressed inwards while the fattening clitoral nub throbbed wildly.

'Eat my clitty!' Ronia screamed. She was involuntarily bucking her hips upward in tandem with the motion of Candelas invading finger. Her body was drenched in sweat making the oddly shaped muscles throughout her skinny body glisten in the powerful rays of the sun as they bulged through tan skin.

Candela pulled a towel off of the chair beside her and set it under her knees, leaning forwards she managed to catch the child's thrusting hips into her mouth while still inserting her finger into the girl's pussy. The taste of Ronia's pussy struck her immediately and made her want to gag. She knew nothing of performing oral on men or women and wasn't prepared for the unusual taste. It helped nothing that the child's pussy produced abnormal amounts of lubricant and ejaculent. She found the engorged clitoris neatly between her lips and began sucking the bulbous protuberance as it throbbed and sent Ronia into a wild fit.

Ronia thrashed violently on the hot cement as her maid fingered her cunt and sucked her huge clitoris. Her back was burned and cut from the concrete. The sting on her arm ached terribly having turned a wonderful shade of purple. Her eyes clenched shut. She grit her teeth as her whole body tensed. Her pussy squeezed around the invading finger while gushing torrent of thick acrid cum. The girl arched her whole body upwards screaming through her teeth, ropes of fluid shot outwards landing on the ground a foot in front of her and splashing across Candela's face.

Candela threw herself backwards landing with a thud on the ground. A long streak of clear fluid clung to the woman's face. She was in shock over what she had just witnessed. After wiping her face with her shirt she looked in front of her to see the evaporating wet marks of Ronia's cum but the girl wasn't there.

'Are you coming?' Ronia was behind her.

'Where am I to go?' she said.

'I said there were two things we were going to do. We did one. Get off of your fat ass and follow me.'

Candela climbed to her feet, staggering a little and following in line behind Ronia. 'Your back, Ronia. You are bleeding and you have blistered.'

Ronia swung around and stepped towards the woman so she was face-to-face. 'That wouldn't have happened if you weren't so intent on molesting me.'

Candela burst into tears. 'I did not want to do this thing.'

'You're such a liar Candela! If you didn't want to you wouldn't.' Ronia spun around and walked into the house with Candela following closely behind.

'Let me first aid you back, Ronia. Please.' She continued to stare at the child's injured skin as she found herself standing in the kitchen.

'You want to help me, Candela?' Ronia riffled through several drawers and pulled out an assortment of utensils tossing them onto the counter. She walked over to the stove and flicked the knob from 'Off' to 'High.'

Candela stood in shock, mumbling as she watched the girl place a big metal spatula across the burner. Then she walked over to the utensils and picked out a wooden spoon with a thick round handle that was 6 inches in length and a metal ice cream scooper with a square handle that was 12 inches long.

'Take them.' Ronia thrust the utensils into Candelas stomach.

Candela took them reluctantly and watched Ronia climb onto the island counter and lay across it so her legs were hanging over the side. 'I - I - I - I,' was all she could muster.

Ronia sat up on her arms and glared at the woman than screamed, 'Fuck me!' She reached for the telephone that set an arm's length from her under a pile of mail.

'No, no Ronia. Okay. Please tell me this is last time. I cannot do these anymore.' She cried out.

'I promise Candela.' She said calmly. 'Sodomize my ass and fuck my pussy and you can go home. I'll even give you a thousand dollars if you stop crying.' Then she spat, 'fat fucking bitch!'

She moved around standing behind Ronia looking over the backside of her body, disgusted by what the girl had done to herself. She placed the wooden handle of the spoon to her ass and rest it there. 'I do no think it will go in.'

Ronia was relaxed, her eyes closed ready to be abused and pleasured. 'Force it in.'

Candela took a deep breath and reluctantly pressed the thick handle inwards. Ronia's asshole refused to open for the object; it only pressed the exterior wall of her asshole inwards. Ronia sighed, frustration growing and her body tensed. She knew the girl was about to go into a tantrum so she quickly reared her arm back and jabbed it forward, spearing the pink opening, tearing it apart and allowing 3 or 4 inches to penetrate all at once.

Ronia screeched and thrashed her ass around as pain thundered in her brain. Every nerve in her body cried out in agony to get away but Candela held firm to the end of the spoon not letting Ronia move. Then, she froze exhaling and relaxing again. 'Now, the other one.' She said unevenly, obviously shaken by the violent stabbing.

Candela looked down at her hand confused and scared at what she had done. Blood trickled out of the girl's asshole staining the wooden handle. She took a deep breath and picked up the other utensil. She found herself instinctively pressing the metal handle against Ronia's inflamed pussy lips. She flicked the corner of the square handle along the ridge of her pussy and poked the engorged clitoral nub. Fluids leaked out lubricating the oddly shaped handle. Like a child trying to force the square peg into a round hole she jabbed and shifted the edges at every angle trying to open the bright red iris which stubbornly refused to dilate. 'It will not go Ronia.'

'Make it fit! Press as hard as you can.'

Candela obliged the child reluctantly at first but considered the wooden spoon, it was better to do this quickly and deal with the end result after it has happened. She leaned forward using one hand to spread her labia apart to reveal the aperture of her opening, then placing the end of the square handle to its entrance she took hold with both hands and used the whole weight of her body as leverage to get inside.

There was a terrible tearing sound as the handle disappeared inside of Ronia's pussy. Inch-after-inch was forcefully inserted; The first inch elicited a shrill high pitch squawk, the second turned into an elongated 'eee,' the third shifted into a mellow groan, by the fourth her lungs were out of air and she lay empty, the fifth caused her body to convulse, her head bounced off of the counter top, her arms tightened along her body and hands clenching whatever skin was within their grasp, her feet kicked at the sides of the counter, by the sixth her body was wiggling against the two objects, at the seventh she moaned while her pussy leaked blood and cum and at the eighth she asked for Candela to fuck both of her holes.

Taking hold of the two utensils in her hand she pulled them out simultaneously then thrust forward puncturing Ronia's orifices causing the girl to yell and thrash under the abuse. The wooden handle was lubricated with blood and took all of the 6 inch length inside of her ass. Candela could only find room for 8 inches of the metal handle before she felt the walls of the girl's cervix.

Ronia's breathing rapidly increased and the moans of pleasure steadily built with each thrust of kitchen utensils inside of her 8-year-old body. Long strands of pussy juice oozed onto the floor creating a large puddle. 'Faster, faster, faster.' She cried and the woman's arms became a blur as she thrust each object as quickly and deeply as was possible. 'Spat-spa-tula - g-g-get the spat.' Ronia mustered between battered breathes and seizures of pleasure that clenched her throat closed and tightened her diaphragm.

Candela looked over to the stove where the spatula sat smoldering over the heat. She looked down at the battered and abused child whom pleaded religiously to be further punished to aid in achieving orgasm. Her mind was reeling unable to understand the condition of the child's faculties that would allow such a deranged lifestyle to take would of her entire being.

Ronia cried, 'make me cum! Please I need to cum, it hurts!'

Everything went blurry when the adrenaline kicked in. Candela suddenly found herself at the stove with the handle in hand. She clicked the stove off and walked back to Ronia both paralyzed and under the control of invisible puppet strings.

CRACK! Candela brought the spatula hard against Ronia's smooth round ass; withdraw the flat metal plain instantly, revealing the seared skin in the shape of a square. Both utensils remained half inside of her sticking out, awkwardly stretched around the intruding objects. Ronia bucked and heaved against the counter while continuing to beg for more. Candela raised the spatula again and slapped as hard as she could against the other ass cheek. Candela's arm froze, the spatula pressed firmly against the child's rear. Ronia's eye's bulged outward as the hot metal seared her skin and her brain registered the intense heat into a sharp stinging pain. Ronia flailed around on top of the counter attempting to throw herself off the edge to disengage the spatula and save her searing flesh.

Candela placed her hand around the metal handle inside of Ronia's vagina and fucked her violently, twisting and poking at the child's insides carelessly.

Candela watched as the girl heaved up and released every ounce of energy and fluid through her contracting pussy in an orgasm the child had never before experience. A torrent of thick cum and a wash of urine and any number of other fluids gushed out onto the floor like a ruptured fire hydrant. The spatula was removed from her spoiled skin which was now bright red and blistered. The metal ice cream scoop slid out and dropped with a clang onto the floor, the wooden handle required some care when removing to avoid further damage.

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Part 2: In the next story I'll have Brent Joffre confronting Ronia at a release party for her album. Ronia's first time on set of Bernard Young's movie. Ronia shopping for clothes and masturbating publically and she'll find a boyfriend.