"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

The ten-year-old girl turned at the sound of Violetta's voice.

What she saw was a very beautiful woman, smiling at her from the bushes beside the path where she was wandering. It was a very warm, kindly smile. And being a sweet-natured girl, she immediately smiled back.

"Yes, thank you," she said, politely. "I'm just looking for my dog."

"Oh, I think he went this way," Violetta said, pointing into the bushes behind her. "He's a terrier, isn't he?"

The little girl shook her head. "No," she said. "He's sort of an everything dog. His name is Barney."

"Oh, that's right," Violetta chuckled. "A mongrel. He's right over here. Come on. I'll show you."

She took the gorgeous, blonde pre-teen by the hand and led her off the path into the relative seclusion of the bushes. The little girl looked around, puzzled. "I don't see him," she said.

"Well, he's a little further on," Violetta said.

Taplow Park covers a lot of ground in West Hampstead, quite close to the house that Violetta was currently renting. Most of it is well kept up, but there's a very overgrown bit at the back, with woodland and thick undergrowth, and that was where Violetta was leading the girl. A long way from the path, and from other people.

"Barney!" the little girl called.

"Shhhh!" Violetta said quickly, looking to left and right to see if anyone else was in sight. "We don't want to scare him. What's your name, darling?"

"Laurel," the girl said. It was a typical name for Hampstead. Probably her parents were pretty well off.

"That's a lovely name," Violetta said. She took a sharp left, down a thickly wooded slope into a natural dell. The little girl followed, looking in all directions for her dog.

She didn't see him. She just saw two men, standing at the bottom of the slope, in among the trees. One was in his forties, grey-haired but tall and muscular. That was me. The other was about the same height but enormously fat. That was Pete.

"Shall we ask the nice men if they've seen Barney?" Violetta asked.

Laurel hesitated, clearly more than a little afraid to come upon two strange men in this very secluded place. Sometimes children's fears can be irrational, but this one really wasn't. A girl as lovely as Laurel must surely have been told often to be wary around strangers in case she got herself raped or abused. She was unlikely to forget that in the future, because she was about to be raped very violently indeed. That was what Pete and I were there for, and we both grinned in pleasure and delight when we saw what a delightful prize Violetta had brought us.

This was the very first time we'd trawled Taplow Park, and we'd hooked a real cutie! So long as nobody interrupted us, we were in for a wonderful afternoon - and we'd chosen a spot where nobody was going to come. Well, except in the sexual sense. In that sense, we were hoping to come repeatedly.

Laurel stopped at the top of the slope, but only for a moment. Gripping her hand tightly, Violetta hauled her bodily down to where we waited. Then Pete gripped her under the chin and tilted her head up so she could meet his cold, intimidating glare.

"What's your name, baby doll?" he growled.

"L... Laurel," our new girlfriend stammered.

"And you're looking for your dog?"

Laurel nodded, too frightened to speak.

"Well, do you know what we're looking for, Laurel?" When she didn't answer, Pete went right on, grinning evilly. "We're looking for a little girl. We really, really like to play with little girls. Do you want to stay here and play with us?"

Laurel was starting to realise just how much trouble she was in, although she still had no idea at all just how bad the next few hours were going to be for her. This was going to be a day that changed Laurel's young life, and she would never be able to forget it, no matter how hard she tried. Pete and I, not to mention Violetta, were going to make very sure of that.

The little girl looked at Vi now, in the brief, forlorn hope that the beautiful lady might help her. But the beautiful lady had one hand up her skirt, already lewdly fingering her cunt. And the grin on her face wasn't reassuring at all, now - it was eager and predatory.

In fact, this whole expedition was Vi's idea.

All three of us were enthusiastic paedophiles. Violetta and I had only recently started to explore the possibilities of kiddie sex, but Pete was more than just a hobbyist - he'd kidnapped and outrageously abused a number of young girls, mostly with the help of his friend Alan.

Now we were all firm friends, mostly because we were sharing a heartbreakingly beautiful twelve-year-old named Sarah. And when I say 'sharing', what I mean is 'fucking to the point of permanent physical damage'. Violetta had tricked Sarah's mother into allowing her to attend a fictitious classical music summer school in Italy. She'd collected the young girl from her house and happily taken possession of her, assuring her mother that she'd take very good care of her. But Sarah had gone no further than Violetta's house in Hampstead, where we were raping her on a daily basis. By the time she got back home in late august, she'd be a physical and psychological wreck, but we all considered that as a pretty trivial problem when it was set against the amazing sex we were having.

But we were now in the third week of the summer of Sarah, and on some days our sweet little fuck-toy was - how can I put this? - not match-fit. And though we were happy to inflict some wear-and-tear on the little girl's lovely body, we didn't want to put her out of commission so early in the season. So sometimes we let her recuperate during the day so she'd be ready for more rape-play in the evening.

And that meant we were unable, sometimes, to satisfy our lusts.

"So let's find another girl to play with," Violetta suggested. "Use and throw away. We can be as naughty as we like."

And here we were. About to be very, very naughty with this sweet, innocent little ten-year-old. Her childhood and her innocence were over as of now. Once we'd finished satisfying our cocks on her, she'd have a very different outlook on life!

Pete grabbed a handful of her bright pink tee-shirt and pulled her further in among the trees. He was grinning from ear to ear, and I knew the same grin was on my face. We couldn't believe our luck, and our hearts were beating fast at the thought of the filthy, sadistic things we were about to do to this beautiful little girl.

We began by unzipping our flies and pulling out our cocks, which were already fully erect. The ten-year-old stared at our huge, tumescent phalluses in terror. At her age, she probably only had the vaguest idea of what cocks were for, but she knew she wasn't supposed to be looking at them.

"Pl... please don't hurt me!" she blurted.

"We'll hurt you as much as we like," Pete leered. "And we'll certainly hurt you a whole lot more if you make a noise, or speak when you're not spoken to. Do you understand?"

Laurel obviously didn't, because she carried on begging. "Oh, please let me go home! I won't tell anyone! I just want to find my dog!"

Violetta put her hands around the little girl's throat. "Do you want me to choke you to death, sweetheart?" she asked gently. Her eyes were shining. Clearly the prospect of hurting this lovely child was very exciting for her.

"No!" Laurel whimpered. "Please!"

"Then do as you're told," Vi said, squeezing just a little. "Let us have our fun, and then we'll let you go. And you'll live to see your mummy and daddy again, and everything will be fine. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" the little girl sobbed.

"Okay, then," Violetta said. "So you'll be a good girl for us?"

"Y - yes!"

Violetta stepped back as Pete and I both laid hands on the pretty ten-year-old at the same time. We half-tore the clothes from her body, getting her undressed and bullying and intimidating her at the same time. It was really exciting, and I began to understand why Pete and Alan were so addicted to this sort of kiddie sex. Possessing and terrorising an innocent child was a huge pleasure in itself. It made you feel enormously powerful.

Laurel was trembling like a leaf as we dragged her tee-shirt off over her head, exposing her cute little titties. And she started to cry softly as we hauled down her jeans and knickers. Pete lifted her up off the ground, his strong hands under her arms, while I tugged the garments off her feet. Apart from her socks, the ten-year-old was now completely naked before us.

"Holy fuck!" Pete enthused, "she's gorgeous. This is gonna be great!"

We stroked and groped her young body, enjoying the feel of our rough, grown-up hands on her smooth skin. Pete gripped her behind the knee and raised one of her legs into the air so we could ogle and grope her completely hairless cunt. Violetta watched happily. Her knickers were around her knees and she was furiously frigging herself off.

Really into it now, we shoved Laurel down on her knees between us and rubbed our huge hard-ons over her terrified face. Pete's glans was already oozing pre-cum, and he left a slimy trail along the ten-year-old's cheek. Reflexively, the girl reached up a hand to wipe it off. Violetta caught the hand and pushed it firmly back down again.

"Don't do that, sweetheart," she said. "I like to see that dick-slime on your face. It really suits you."

"Suck my cock," Pete commanded, shoving his huge hard-on up against the ten-year-old's lips. Frozen with terror, Laurel seemed unable to comply. We had to explain to her several times over what we wanted her to do, and finally Violetta demonstrated by fellating my cock so there could be no mistake. Even then, the little girl had to really steel herself to open her mouth and accept Pete's huge, swollen glans inside.

She grimaced at the pungent taste, which must have been very strange to her. We told her again to suck on it, and Pete said that if she didn't do as she was told he'd shove it all the way down her throat and choke her with it. With this incentive, the terrified little girl did her best to suck him off.

She wasn't very good at it, of course, being an absolute beginner. Every little girl needs to take a few cocks in the face before she picks up any kind of technique. But Pete looked like a happy man, with his big beer gut pressing down on the top of Laurel's head and his gigantic prong penetrating the little girl's pretty face.

After a few minutes, I got my turn. Laurel had a better idea of what was expected of her now, and she started to suck on my engorged knob as soon as I pushed it between her parted lips. She was doing her best in the hope that we wouldn't hurt her, and despite her inexperience it felt absolutely wonderful. To be sucked off by a ten-year-old, whose mouth can just barely encompass your glans, is an amazingly sensual experience.

We happily took turns in Laurel's face, while Violetta watched and masturbated. Every time one of us withdrew his cock from her mouth, the ten-year-old's face lit up with hope that perhaps now we were going to let her go. As if! There were still lots of filthy things we wanted to do to her. There was no way we were going to let her go while she had any trace of innocence left.

"Have you done any sex education at school, Laurel?" I asked her. She nodded shakily.

"So you know that when a man and a woman want to make a baby, the man shoves his penis up the woman's vagina and fucks it until he shoots his spunk into it?"

This probably wasn't exactly the way her teacher had explained it to her, but she seemed to know what I meant. "Yes," she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

"But here's the thing, sweetheart," I said, stroking her hair. "Most times, when a man fucks a woman, he's not interested in making babies. He just does it because he likes it. You're way too young to have babies, but we're still going to have a great time fucking you. And we're going to fuck you in all kinds of different ways. This hole right here..." I touched the tip of my finger to her lips "...is just like a cunt, except that it's in your pretty little face. And we're going to fuck it right now, really, really hard. Okay?"

Laurel didn't answer, but that was mainly because I shoved my dick between her lips and started to pump it in and out of her mouth. The little girl's eyes opened wide with shock and dismay as she experienced her first ever face-fuck.

After a few minutes, I pulled out and Pete took over. He was far from gentle, gripping the little girl's head in his two hands as he slammed his massive prong in and out of the ten-year-old's lovely face. It was a very sexy sight.

"You fucking little bitch!" Pete panted. "This is what your mouth is for!"

Tears were welling up in Laurel's eyes as Pete's gigantic cock pistoned in and out of her face. This was real sex education, I thought gleefully. We were teaching this lovely little girl what the world was really like, and what she could expect from her future relationships.

And Pete had picked the perfect word. Laurel really was our bitch. Just a little animal, that we'd caught alive, and could now use and abuse in any way we liked.

We raped her in the mouth for another half-hour or so, vying with each other to see who could get his cock furthest down her throat. The helpless little girl gagged and choked on our huge dicks, her eyes glazing as drool poured down her chin. And Violetta filmed every moment for posterity. Laurel was going to be the pin-up girl of the month on the pedophile message boards!

And then it was Violetta's turn. Pete and I watched appreciatively as she stripped off, baring her magnificent body to our lecherous gaze. Pushing Laurel down into the long grass, she knelt astride her so that her crotch was right in the little girl's face, her legs open wide. Laurel found herself staring straight up into the older woman's cunthole. Violetta was ferociously turned on, so her vag was dripping with her natural lubricant. The heady smell of it filled the air.

"Kiss it," she commanded huskily. Laurel whimpered, but she was too scared to disobey. As the oozy slit was pressed against her face, she gave it a chaste kiss on the lips.

Violetta groaned in delight. "Oh fuck!" she gasped. "That's it, sweetheart. Now lick it. Taste my twat juice."

Under Violetta's expert tutelage, the ten-year-old now learned how to eat out a cunt. How to manipulate a clitoris with her tongue, and how to suckle on the gaping opening, drinking the thick juice that flowed from it. Violetta was sobbing with pleasure as Laurel serviced her with her mouth. This was her favourite kind of sex, and it brought her to her climax really quickly. Fortunately, her capacity for orgasms was more or less infinite. She squatted over the ten-year-old's lovely face, moaning and coming, for the next half-hour or so, while Pete took over the camera duties. Poor Laurel! Her entire world had focused down to a wet, pungent hole fringed with thick curly hair. Her purpose in life was to lick and suck and swallow, and maintain Violetta's cruising altitude a thousand meters above cloud nine.

Finally, Pete reminded Violetta that there were other people here with needs. Reluctantly, she climbed off Laurel's face. "Okay," she sighed. "Sorry, sweetheart, your boyfriends are getting impatient. You know what men are like."

She took a tube of lube out of her handbag and anointed both Pete's cock and mine liberally. Laurel's ten-year-old snatch was going to be very tight indeed, and it would take a lot of persistence to get our grown-up cocks up it.

Pete went first, without even discussing it with me or offering to toss a coin. He was a serial kidnapper and rapist of little girls, after all, and clearly he felt that his exploits brought privileges. He climbed on top of Laurel and pressed the broad head of his prong against her vaginal lips.

Laurel didn't seem to realise, for a moment, what was about to happen to her. Then she felt Pete's glans pressing against the entrance to her pussy, and the awful truth hit her. She opened her mouth on a breathless, shuddering cry, and I did my bit for the cause by covering her mouth with my hand. The scream became a desperate, muffled gurgle.

Pete grunted with effort, lowering his weight onto the little girl. His well-lubricated shaft slid into her holy of holies like a battering ram made of meat and muscle.

"Jesus!" Pete groaned appreciatively. "So fucking tight!"

He started to drive his enormous manhood in and out of that tiny hole, wedging a little more in each time. Laurel was making incoherent noises around my hand, her eyes rolling in her head. It was like watching a magic act. It seemed absolutely impossible that Pete's gigantic erection could be forced into the little girl's immature cunt, and yet somehow, thrillingly, it was happening.

He groaned in delight as he violated her. For a lecherous pedo like Pete, this was something like Heaven. And for Laurel, I had no doubt, it was more like Hell. Her body must have felt like it was being torn apart.

I could see that Pete's shaft was slicked with blood. He'd busted Laurel's cherry, and her virgin twat was defenceless before him.

I should mention that Pete's cock is about eleven inches long and as thick as a rolling pin. There was no way this pre-teen girl could take it without serious physical damage. Nonetheless, he had more than half his length inside her now, and the little girl's abdomen bulged visibly as he thrust deep into her body. She'd stopped shaking and writhing now and was lying quite still, in something like shock.

Pete hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled her legs wide apart to spread her cunt more. He was a big man, and his weight was telling in his favour. So was his ruthlessness. He really didn't give a shit how badly he damaged Laurel. In fact, he was really enjoying the sensation of fucking her little pussy hole into oblivion on its maiden voyage.

But he pulled out of her, suddenly, in something of a hurry. "Almost shot off," he grunted. "I want another go in her mouth, first. Here, you take a turn."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I got on top of the little girl and forced my prong up her gash with a groan of ecstasy. Pete's gigantic erection had stretched her out more than a little, but her quim still felt tight and welcoming, the way you'd expect a pre-teen girl's cunt-slit to feel. I gave in to my lust and fucked it hard, and I soon had the ten-year-old sobbing and moaning in shock and pain - at least, until Pete gagged her by shoving his hard-on between her tempting lips and face-fucking her again with great force.

Little Laurel was presumably tasting her own blood and cunt juice on Pete's cock - a thought that turned me on a lot, and spurred me to greater efforts between her legs. Like Pete, I'm spectacularly well endowed, and my extremely long, thick, grown-up cock was causing total mayhem in little Laurel's tiny, undeveloped pussy. It was a wonderful feeling, and I was soon gasping and moaning in utter sexual delight.

I'd bottomed out with about half my cock in that sweet little hole, but I wasn't giving in just yet. Each thrust took me a little deeper. I was meeting real resistance now - presumably the mouth of the little girl's cervix - but like Pete I was prepared to put some effort into this, and to use the natural advantages of weight and position. Settling my weight on the splayed, defenceless pre-teen, I pumped harder, pushing determinedly from the hips. My cock strained, strained... and suddenly I was through, sinking into Laurel's tiny slit a full two inches further. My knob was in her womb!

The little girl gave a despairing moan of agony around Pete's pistoning cock. With a thrill of delight, I started to fuck her even harder, too far gone now to stop. I would have loved to stretch this fuck out longer, but the sensations from my swollen glans were indescribably good, and I just couldn't hold back. With a choking cry, I emptied my balls into the little girl's fuckhole.

I rolled off her, utterly spent. Poor little Laurel was too stunned and traumatised by the brutal rape even to move. Violetta crouched low over her, camera in hand, zooming in on her spread legs and her raw, obscenely gaping cunt. A trickle of thick sperm oozed from its lip to slide down between her legs.

Pete was in there like a ferret up a drainpipe. He was having a good time forcing his dick down Laurel's throat, but he definitely wanted to blow his wad up her cunt. And now, maybe because of the extra lubrication provided by my semen, he was able to get a lot more of his giant cock up her. Most of his eleven inches was pumping in and out of her ten-year-old gash, now, which meant that like me he must have penetrated her cervix and be fucking the little girl in her undeveloped womb. He was grunting like an animal as he shagged her.

"Gonna come!" he groaned suddenly. "Ahhhh shittttt!"

Violetta came in for the close-up as Pete arched his back and slammed home good and proper. The ten-year-old gave a strangled wail, her body convulsing. She was taking almost a foot of cock up a hole that up until two hours ago she'd probably never even penetrated with her finger. Her face contorted with pain and shock, then went utterly blank and slack, her head lolling a little. Pete had quite literally fucked the innocent child senseless!

He climbed off her, breathing heavily. "That was fucking great!" he enthused. "Did you see? Little slit took it all!"

"We saw," Violetta said happily. All three of us were staring at Laurel's cunt-slit, which was an awe-inspiring sight. It was gaping so wide that we could have used it as a drinks holder! Our massive cocks had beaten the ten-year-old's twat muscles into submission, leaving her spectacularly violated vagina utterly unable to close. Cum glistened sexily in its punch-fucked depths.

Poor Laurel! There was no way she was ever getting her tight little girl pussy back again. This indecorous chasm between her legs was all she was left with now. And her sex life, if she ever had one, would be irrevocably changed as a result. Any boyfriend trying to fuck her would discover that his cock didn't even touch the sides of her wrecked cunt. The only way she'd ever feel anything during lovemaking would be if her partner shoved his fist up her vag and fucked her with his forearm!

She was mercifully oblivious to all this for the time being, because she was still mostly out of it, exhausted by the savage rape she'd suffered. But she was starting to stir now, moaning weakly as the sensations from her tortured hole made themselves felt again.

"Poor baby!" Violetta sympathised, stroking Laurel's hair gently. "You just lie there and relax, sweetheart. The nice men will need to rest their cocks a little before they can fuck you any more."

She grinned at both of us, over Laurel's head. There was obviously no doubt in any of our minds that we would fuck the little girl again. If we let her go now, without further sex play, we'd regret it forever. We hadn't done anal with her yet. Jesus, she hadn't even tasted our cum.

Pete squatted by Laurel's head and remedied that last point by dangling his flaccid cock in her mouth for her to suckle on. The little girl was groggy and still half out of it, but she knew what was expected of her. She sucked on the spongy organ, gulping down the spunk with which it was thickly covered. Aroused by her oral ministrations, Pete's cock twitched and grew.

Violetta, meanwhile, had knelt between Laurel's legs and was noisily slurping semen from her ruined vagina.

That left me as cameraman, which suited me fine. I got some footage of the erotic action, feeling my cock starting to show signs of life as I watched.

It was then that something kind of funny happened. A big mongrel dog bounded through the trees and joined us. He started to lick Laurel's face, barking and wuffling happily.

"I take it this is Barney," I said, stroking him and scratching his neck. Barney was easy to win over, and transferred his affections to me on the spot.

As I ruffled his hairy belly, an idea took root in my mind. An idea so perverted and depraved, it took my breath away.

"Uh... Vi," I said. "How about a little doggy-style action for Laurel?"

"Well, if you don't mind kneeling in this damp grass, Lionel..." Vi began. Then she saw where I was looking, and gasped aloud, her jaw hanging open.

Barney was a boy dog. And the strong smell of sex in the little clearing had given him ideas. His bright red dick, half again as big as mine or Pete's, had sprung from its sheath and was standing proud.

Violetta licked her lips. "Oh my God!" she said. "Lionel, that's... oh my God!" She clasped her hands to her mouth and gave a scandalised giggle.

"What's going on?" Pete demanded, wanking his big cock. He was obviously eager to satisfy it again.

I pushed the camera into his hands. "Whatever happens," I said, "Keep filming."

Violetta knelt beside little Laurel and drew her into a warm, comforting embrace. "Laurel," she murmured, "you love Barney, don't you?"

Amazingly, the raped and battered girl not only accepted Violetta's hug, she hugged her back. She couldn't have forgotten the taste of the older woman's cunt, but she seemed to need the comfort badly enough that she'd take it even from such a questionable source. "Y - yes," she muttered. "I love Barney very much."

"Of course you do," Violetta clucked. "And you want to make him happy, don't you?"

Laurel nodded.

"Okay," Violetta said. "Do you remember how happy Pete and Lionel were when you were sucking on their cocks? Well, Barney would like that, too. It would make him a very, very happy little doggy."

Laurel's eyes went wide with shock and horror. "I - I can't," she faltered. "I can't s... suck his..."

"Don't be selfish," Violetta said, stroking Laurel's cheek and staring urgently into her eyes. "If you love Barney, you'll suck on his big doggy dick like a good girl."

It took a lot more persuasion, but Violetta was very good at persuasion. "Imagine how nice it would be to do that for Barney! It's something no-one else can do for him, because you're the only cocksucking little whore that Barney knows. Come on, Laurel. You've already gone down on two big hard-ons today. This would just be one more. And it would make Barney so happy! He'll love it when you take his cock in your mouth and give him a blow job. He'll be the happiest doggy in the whole, whole world."

By a mixture of cajoling and shaming, she finally got Laurel down on her hands and knees at Barney's back end. I was holding the dog in position, and Pete was standing by with the camera as Violetta reached under Barney's tummy and pulled his cock round to where Laurel could reach it. She wanked it as she did so, making sure the organ lost none of its firmness as she pressed it to the little girl's lips.

Laurel looked both terrified and bewildered, but she was pretty familiar with erect cocks by now. She opened her mouth and accepted Barney's huge, thick pecker inside. Her eyes big and wide, she began to suck off her dog.

Barney panted and shivered, restive at first at these strange sensations. But I leaned my weight on his back and held him in place as Laurel sucked and licked on the end of his red, swollen penis.

It was a spellbinding sight, so beautiful and so erotic that I almost came on the spot. "That's a good girl," Violetta encouraged the ten-year-old, her voice husky and trembling. "That's a very good girl. See how much of Barney's dick you can get into your mouth."

The answer was not very much, at first. Barney's doggy cock was massively thick, and it was responding to Laurel's oral stimulation, getting even bigger and thicker. The little girl's lips were stretched obscenely around its broad, flared tip.

But the dog was getting very excited now, and strong instincts were kicking in. He was trying to mount Laurel's face so her could fuck it. By his own earnest efforts, more and more of his gigantic penis was being summarily shoved into the little girl's mouth.

"Oh my god!" Violetta giggled in delight. "What a naughty little doggy!"

Lauren said nothing - but then the unfeasibly huge doggy hard-on made a very effective gag. All she could do was breathe shallowly through her nose and make muffled, mmmfffing noises around the gigantic thing.

By now, Barney was trying to thrust into this welcoming orifice. I tried to hold him back at first, but then I decided to let him - as it were - have his head. I let go of him, and he reared up, resting his forepaws on the small of Laurel's back as he started to pump his massive erection in and out of the little girl's face. No doubt he adored his mistress, and was faithful to her, and would protect her against any danger, but this was a warm wet hole, and his cock was in it. Barney was no longer responsible for his actions. His dick was in the driving seat now.

Pete couldn'r resist joining the party. He gave the camera to Violetta, knelt behind Laurel and shoved his blood-heavy cock up her gash. Now she was getting it at both ends, as nature surely intended, man and dog united by a single driving need to penetrate, rape and ejaculate.

Pete managed to hold himself back from the orgasmic brink, though, once again pulling out when he got too close. I replaced him very eagerly, and humped the little girl's delightful orifice with bestial force. It felt so good to be teaming up with a dog to gang rape the beautiful tea-year-old - like a celebration of my own animal nature!

We took turns up Laurel's snatch for about a quarter of an hour. But Violetta finally called us all to heel. When Barney tried to get his knot inside Laurel's mouth, she hauled him off her. That would almost certainly choke her, and there wouldn't be any easy way to get it out again before Barney's hard-on deflated. And she shooed Pete and me away from Laurel's tasty little minge before we could come inside her again. Clearly she felt that it was time to ring the changes.

"Okay, baby," she said, giving the disheveled, breathless ten-year-old another comforting little cuddle. "Let's see if we can make Barney even happier, shall we? That's right, you just kneel there. And spread your legs really wide, okay? That's lovely."

Laurel's spirit was largely broken by this time. She was relieved to be allowed to stop taking her dog's penis in her mouth, and she waited docilely, on hands and knees, while Violetta and I manoeuvred Barney round behind her.

Some dogs require a lot of training and a lot of encouragement before they can mount human women. Barney seemed to be a natural. He was more than happy to make his mistress into... ahem... his mistress. As soon as we positioned him behind Laurel's bare arse, he jumped up, planted his paws on her back, and started thrusting at her cunt with his gigantic doggy hard-on. Violetta took the indecently huge organ in her hand and gently guided it into the hole.

Barney slammed home, and Laurel gave a wail of anguish and pain.

The three of us watched, entranced. There was no way this would have worked if Laurel's vagina hadn't already been exercised by the cocks of two grown men, and if it weren't already full of cum. Stretched and lubricated as it was, it accepted the colossal doggy dick seamlessly and easily.

About fourteen inches of canine hard-on slammed up into Laurel's cunt-hole. Barney was balls deep in an instant, and hammering at the ten-year-old's splayed, gaping twat like a living jack-hammer. Laurel sagged, and would have collapsed, except that we put our hands under her and held her in position so that the horny dog could keep fucking her.

The little girl's face was a picture. Her mouth was open in a big wide O, as though she was going to scream, but the only sound that came out was a series of strangled, grunting breaths, keeping perfect time with the deep thrusts of Barney's massive cock into her tiny little cunt-hole. She clearly couldn't believe what was happening between her legs.

Barney's tongue was lolling out of his head as he made his former owner into his bitch. It felt so right to let him do this to her - to let her see that it was her place in life to surrender to any cock at all.

Pete and I wanked furiously as we watched, in delighted homage to a fellow rapist.

Barney slam-fucked the little ten-year-old for twenty minutes before he came. We were in no doubt as to when that happened, because despite the tight fit, the dog shot off such a spectacular amount of spunk that it was forced out around the edges of his shaft and oozed down between Laurel's legs in thick, milky streamers.

It was a few minutes more before his knot went down and he could pull out of her. His stupendous and still mostly erect prong came free with a loud plop, and an ocean of cum poured from Laurel's utterly demolished vagina as she collapsed full-length with a sob of pain and despair.

There was virtually nothing left of her cunt now. The damage that Pete and I had done to her was nothing compared to the mess Barney had made. It looked as though she'd just given birth - her vagina no longer tight and tiny and child-like but a vast, spunk-dripping chasm between her legs.

Barney stood over the little girl, huffing and panting, his cock still oozing cum in a thick stream down onto the raped and defeated child. It pooled in the small of her back, then flowed down her ass crack into her gaping and already overflowing sex hole.

Pete knelt down to film the sexy carnage in loving detail. We were all thrilled and excited at how thoroughly and violently the little girl had been raped by her own dog. There was no way she was ever going to forget this, or get over it.

"Good dog!" Violetta said, scratching and ruffling Barney under his chin. "Who's a good dog? You found yourself a lovely little bitch, and you fucked her. Yes, you did!"

She turned her attention from Barney to Laurel, who was slumped in a heap on the ground. A teardrop of drool hung from her half-open mouth. There couldn't be many ten-year-olds who'd been fucked by their own dog, taken the dog's fourteen-inch hard-on in their tiny snatch and been ridden to orgasm.

Violetta leaned down and kissed Laurel tenderly on the cheek. "You little darling," she exclaimed. "Look at you! You've been so brave! And we're almost done, Laurel. You'll be able to go home soon, to mummy and daddy. But Pete and Lionel got so excited watching Barney fucking you, they need to come again. Is it okay if they come inside you?"

It was a rhetorical question. I climbed on top of the lovely child and forcibly inserted my hugely erect cock into her mouth. Watching her being raped by the big dog had been so arousing, I desperately needed to screw her myself. With a grunt of pleasure and relief, I started to pump my dick in and out of her gullet.

It was harder to get a reaction out of Laurel this time. She'd just had her immature pussy fucked into ruin by her own family pet, and she was close to something like shock. She barely seemed to notice as I crudely and energetically fucked her lovely face.

But she jerked back into full awareness when Pete positioned his gigantic cock at the puckered entrance to her arse and started to push. The thoroughly abused ten-year-old gave a violent shudder, and she tried to struggle out of our firm grip.

No such luck! Inch by inch, Pete's enormous manhood slid up the ten-year-old's shitter. It was lovely to see - and of course it would have been terribly remiss if we hadn't forced the little girl to take a cock up the arse.

Or two cocks, for that matter, because we ended up taking turns up there for a very happy half-hour or so. This had the unfortunate side effect that the little girl had to suck her own shit off our dicks, but by this point, she was so close to clinical shock that she didn't seem to notice.

Pete came first, and I got sloppy seconds. But everything is relative. Compared to how sloppy Laurel's cunt now was, her rectum was as tight as a drum. I blew my load up there with a groan of immense satisfaction.

Climbing off her sprawled body, I looked at my watch. It was almost five o'clock. We'd been raping Laurel for four hours!

"I think it's time to go," I said.

"I need a piss," Violetta countered, squatting over Laurel's face.

She gave a sigh of pleasure as she sprayed the little girl's dazed, slack face with her pungent urine. This was always how she liked to conclude a sex session. I wondered if she did it to her adult lovers, or only to the little girls who she'd sexually conquered.

"What about you two?" she asked, as she climbed off the soaked, stinking child.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Actually..." Pete mused.

He squatted over Laurel just as Violetta had done. I thought he was going to urinate, but instead he grunted, farted a few times, and then extruded a massive turd. It snaked down and draped itself raffishly around Laurel's pretty face, the trailing end plopping down onto her left tit.

I realised, suddenly, that my bowels were rather full after all. More to the point, I didn't want to miss out on saying a proper farewell to our pre-teen girlfriend. I straddled her face, feeling more than a little embarrassed and awkward. Shit-sex really isn't my thing, and I wasn't at all sure about this.

But when I opened my bowels, and did a dump on Laurel's lovely face, it felt wonderful. What better way to tell the little girl that though we'd given her our attention for the whole afternoon, that didn't make her important. That having satisfied our lust on her, we were now completely unconcerned about her wellbeing.

By the time I got up again, most of Laurel's face was hidden from view under a massive, steaming mound of pooh. It was like a collage - my own lighter brown turds intermingled with the darker brown of Pete's.

We got dressed hurriedly and furtively. Laurel didn't move, and seemed barely conscious. Barney sniffed with interest at the shit that now covered her face.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Violetta said. "You were a wonderful lover." She prodded the sprawled ten-year-old's arse with the tip of one stiletto shoe, but got no noticeable response.

We strolled home, being careful not to encounter anyone as we left the park. It had been an unforgettable afternoon. We knew we'd been a little bit rough with Laurel, but we felt that the incredible pleasure she'd given us more than made up for any discomfort she might have experienced.

The papers over the next few days were a little vague about the details of what had happened to the ten-year-old, using nebulous phrases like FOUR-HOUR ORDEAL and LITTLE GIRL'S RAPE HELL. But we made sure to send the family a copy of the disc with all the movie footage we'd taken, so they could see what a little star Laurel had been. Violetta dropped a note in with the disc, thanking Laurel's parents for the loan of their beautiful daughter. We absolutely loved teaching Laurel the facts of life, the note read. Especially the fact that she was a dirty little whore and spunk-rag. We'd love to play with her again, some day. Please send her our love. PS, our favourite part of the movie is time sig 03:13:48, where she lets Barney get some satisfaction on her. Such a sweet and thoughtful thing to do! You should rent her out to a local dogs' home - she has a real gift!

Hugs and kisses,

The Taplow Park Children's Entertainment Association

Violetta dropped the letter into the post, and we immediately started to plan our next outing - starting with the question of who the target should be.

"Let's park the van outside that primary school on Leith Street," Pete suggested. "Might be able to swipe a little girlie as she comes home from school."

And we did. And it was good. But it wasn't Laurel. I think all three of us were a little bit in love with her by this time - and while we were fucking this little nine-year-old redhead that we snatched at the school, we were thinking of her.

We kept in touch with the family, in a lot of important ways. We sent Laurel a card on her birthday every year. And a used condom, filled with our combined semen, at Christmas. And when Laurel's kid sister, Dawn, got to the age of ten, we kidnapped her, too, and raped the cute little bitch into the floor. We really pushed the boat out on that one - kept hold of her for three days, and did the filthiest and most degrading things to her for the whole of that time - because we wanted Laurel to know that we were still thinking of her.

So there it is. My musical memories concluded, for now at least. I could tell you how things worked out with Sarah, and how with Violetta's inspired help I managed to stop her mother from withdrawing her from my care. She's still nominally my pupil, and although I seldom fuck her myself these days, whoring her out to other pedophiles has replaced piano teaching as my main source of income. Just as kiddie sex has replaced music as my main passion in life.

I'm a happy man, and a lucky one. I wish you equal happiness in your own passions, and equal passion in your lovemaking.

The End