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Love is Blind, Chapter 1
Alocer Loki 2003
Story Codes: F/g, pedo, non-cons, drug
DISCLAIMER:
This story is not for everyone and may (and almost certainly will)
contain some quite graphical scenes depicting a in extreme sexual
situations.
These may include, but are not limited rape and sexual torture. If
any of these subjects offends you, or if reading such material is
illegal for your location and/or age then don't go any further!
All actions depicted herein are purely fiction and I, the author,
do not condone any such actions.
If you got past that I am going to assume that you, like myself,
are a 'sick fuck' who gets off on the rape and torture of
children. If not, then what the fuck are you doing reading THIS?
If you wish to contact me, the author, I can be reached directly
at:alocer_loki@yahoo.com.
Thank you, and enjoy the story
Alocer Loki
Chapter 1
A cold shiver struck Becky's young body as she stared out of the bus
window at the lines of cars eagerly waiting to move onwards. Small
faces glanced through the rain splattered windows with an almost
outraged glare at the bus as it whizzed down the pink lane. Thankful
that she was not in the rain Becky pulled her grubby wet denim jacket
tight about her shoulders.
The bus slowed and pulled in towards the stop. As it edged close to
the curb, the thick tires of the yellow bus struck a deep puddle and
sent a tide of water over the curb and against a hapless old lady's
stockinged leg.
The bus squeaked to a stop and the doors hissed and jerked open,
sending waves of cold air throughout the enclosed space.. The driver
leaped from his small compartment and out of the bus to help the poor
old lady.
Becky closed her eyes and let out a loud yawn. Raising her arms over
her head, the child stretched and groaned. The young girl opened her
eyes to see a clean cut young man staring stupidly at her. The child
glanced down at her chest at her wet tee-shirt and rolled her eyes up.
With an annoyed sigh Becky folded her arms over her chest and squashed
herself against the glass. Her T-shirt was now way too tight and that
was getting more attention from the boys than Becky liked. To make
matters worse her jacket was now too small to fit over her
ever-growing breasts.
Becky glanced back down the aisle and watched as the driver walked the
wet old lady on board. Behind him a short younger brunette stepped on
and flashed her pass at the concerned man; the driver waved her on.
The young lady pulled in her brolly and shook out the rain. Despite
the umbrella, the woman's hair clung in a wet lump to her head. As she
ran her fingers through the tangled mess Becky snickered to
herself. If the woman could only see what she looked like! The lady
smoothed out her clothes and glanced at the vacant seats.
The woman's eyes across the buss until her gaze met Becky's eyes and
the teen gasped. The child gasped and forced herself to break her
stare and turned to wards the window. The dirty and wet child pressed
her forehead against the cold glass and gazed out at the large dollops
of water splashing into the puddle littered road.
The bus jerked forward and, again, the cold air circulated and brushed
around Becky. The girl trembled and sniffed. Sitting up, the child
wiped her nose on her sleeve and stared once again at the crawling jam
of cars. Anything not to look at the woman again. Becky turned her
head down and sneezed, she sniffed again and swallowed, grimacing at
the pain it caused in her throat.
"You poor thing."
Becky jumped. She turned her head to look at the woman perched next to
her. Becky swallowed again but couldn't help but show the pain on her
face. Becky and the woman stared at each other in silence for several
moments. Despite the mess she had made with her hair, the woman was
very well dressed and neat in black skirt and crisp white blouse under
her long maroon jacket. The rain had made her makeup run but Becky
could see that she was quite stunningly beautiful. The child gasped in
a lungful of air: surprised to find that she'd been holding her
breath. The child glanced down at the floor but found herself staring
at the woman's shiny black shoes. Her eyes drifted across the pale
white skin on of the woman's ankle and where the vein protruded from
the flawless skin.
Becky bit her lip and sucked in a deep breath through her stuffy nose.
She looked up and into the woman's china blue eyes. "I'm okay," she
grunted.
"You are freezing," the woman stated.
"I'm fine," Becky spat.
Becky started to tremble. She just couldn't stop it. It wasn't from
the cold, but something about this woman. The lady reached forward and
pressed the palm of her cold hand against Becky's forehead. The child
couldn't help but give a loud gasp. "You've got a fever," the woman
stated.
"I'm fine," Becky repeated.
"No you are not," the reply was flat. She paused and took a deep
breath herself. "Where are you sleeping honey?"
"What the fuck does it have to do with you?" the child bit. "What the
fuck do you know about me?"
The woman frowned. Becky bit her lip. She'd upset the woman! "I-I'm
sorry," whispered the child. Becky couldn't fathom why she could care
so much about what this woman thought.
"I'm a doctor," said the woman, "and I think you are coming down with
the flu. Where are you sleeping?"
Becky grunted. "A bunch of us sleep under the bridge at the canal,"
she sighed. "Doesn't make any difference, I've nowhere else to go, so
stuff it lady."
The woman sighed and took her hand down from Becky's forehead. " A
pretty little thing like you shouldn't sleep under a bridge. You'll
give yourself pneumonia, or worse some drunken lout will rape and kill
you. You are going to come home with me. I can look after you for a
few days."
Becky's heart started to thump hard. It almost felt as if it would rip
itself from the cavity. Becky took another deep breath, trying to
force the air around the lump in her chest. Becky just couldn't help
herself. "Okay," she whispered.
The child couldn't believe how stupid she was being, but, then again,
it wasn't like she was following a dirty old man home. This was a
young woman, and a doctor. Becky really didn't know what to think, but
she did know that this gorgeous lady made her feel utterly helpless.
*****
The long T-Shirt fell across Becky's damp body and clung to her skin.
Becky didn't mind though. She reached behind her and tugged the rest
of it until it slipped down to the middle of her thighs. Becky grinned
and turned to the long thin mirror that hung over the pristine white
sink. The twelve-year-old grinned and wiped a small circle clear on
the steamed-up glass and started to brush out her dark wet hair. The
hot clean room smelled of bath oils that Anne had insisted the little
girl use: not that Becky had protested.
Satisfied with her hair Becky grabbed the two towels she had used,
folded them and replaced them over the rail. Taking a quick glance
around the cyan room to make sure she'd not left any more mess, Becky
hurried out and ran down the stairs and into the living room.
The wide-eyed child stared open mouthed at the massive TV that sat at
the end of the living room. She had never seen a TV so big! Becky's
heart fluttered as she stepped into the room she giggled as her foot
sunk into the luxurious white carpet. The child ran her fingers across
the peach coloured walls and crossed to the long coffee table that sat
in the centre of the room. She reached down and picked up the TV
remote control and turned it over in her hands. It had been a long
time since she had been able to watch TV, and her last family had
never let her watch what she wanted. Anne - the woman - had already
told her she could.
Everything was warm and cosy in Anne's big house, and the woman was
making as much effort as she could to make Becky feel
welcome. Although, all of the attention made child feel terribly
spoilt; it made her feel somewhat guilty that she was sucking up the
generosity the woman was showing her.
Becky felt something gather in her nose and the child squeezed her
eyes shut just in time to sneeze. The moment she opened her eyes she
sneezed again. Becky sniffed as she watched the fine mist settle in
the room. At that moment she felt her chest tickle and an involuntary
cough raised to the surface. The child bent over and clutched her hand
to her chest her lungs tried to expel themselves through her mouth.
She felt a hand begin to pat her on the back, and Becky forced herself
under control. She stopped coughing and straightened herself. Anne,
standing behind the girl, rubbed on Becky's back. "I'm okay," gasped
the child.
"You are far from okay," said Anne. "Sit down. Let me take a proper
look at you.
Becky turned and sat down on the white sofa. The soft fabric slipped
against her thighs and the child allowed herself to sink into the
cushions. "Oh my god," the child exclaimed. "This is sooo comfy; can I
sleep here?"
"You wait until you try the bed," the woman teased.
Becky blushed. "You are really nice," she said.
Becky thought she saw Anne frown but it was just for a fraction of a
second before the doctor beamed a wide grin at her. Anne knelt down in
front of the girl. "I've not got my stethoscope," she muttered and
pushed her ear to Becky's chest.
It felt very strange having the woman face pressed into her breasts.
Becky took a deep breath - doctors always wanted you to take a deep
breath - but the cough was quite involuntary. The woman kept her head
there for almost a minute before pulling away. She replaced it with
her hands and ran then from the child's chest and up to her
throat. Becky gasped as the woman touched her again. She didn't know
what it was about this woman that made her feel so gooie inside. "Your
shaking," the woman said.
"It's nothing," whispered Becky. "I'm nervous."
Anne took her hands away and stared into the child's eyes. "Why?" she
asked.
Becky hesitated. "Umm, err, the last time a doctor touched me he
umm... He hurt me and made me do, err, stuff."
"Oh," the woman wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. "What kind of
stuff did he make you do?"
"It doesn't matter," said Becky. Her face was flared bright red. "I
don't want to talk about it."
Anne frowned and shook her head. "Your glands are a little swollen.
Open your mouth."
Becky opened her mouth and the woman placed a finger on the girl's
tongue. The salty taste of the woman's finger was quite sublime, Becky
was shocked at it. Even as a string drool started seeped out down
Becky's chin, the child didn't want the woman to take her finger out,
and, in fact, she had to fight the urge to suck on it. "Does your
throat hurt," asked Anne.
"Y'h, l's", Becky tried to say.
Anne took her finger off of the girls tongue and Becky reached up to
wipe the spit from her chin. "It huts lots," she said.
With a sigh Anne got to her feet. "Okay, I'm just going to get you
some medicine," she said.
Becky sank back into the thick puffs of the sofa and nodded. "Okay,"
she said and she pressed the button on the remote control to bring the
television to life.
Anne drifted from the room and Becky started to flip through the
channels. Becky could hardly believe the number of channels this woman
had. Of course, she'd heard of such packages but had never seen
it. The child couldn't decide what she wanted to watch and ended up
flicking from station to station.
It wasn't long before Anne reappeared carrying the promised medicine
in the form of a big brown glass bottle and a small blue jar. The
woman perched herself down beside the child and pulled off the
measuring cap from the top of the bottle, followed by the tin
screw-cap. The woman carefully poured a measure of the red syrup into
the little plastic beaker and handed it to Becky. The child looked at
her medicine with suspicious eyes, but decided that if it would make
her feel any better she was glad for it.
Becky screwed her eyes shut and pured the medicine onto her tongue.
"Hmmm," the little girl giggled. "Cherries."
Anne smiled. "I don't keep nasty tasting medicine," the woman said
wrinkling her nose.
Becky giggled but was cut off by another cough. When she looked back
up she looked at the other jar the woman had brought in. "What's that
for?" she asked with a nod.
"I'll rub it on your chest when you go to bed, it'll help clear it,"
Anne said as she fastened the caps back onto the medicine bottle.
Becky smiled and sank further into the cushions of the big sofa. The
medicine felt warm in her belly. She'd never felt anything quite like
it. She grinned at the television and stifled a yawn.
"That was quick," Anne muttered to herself and she lifted up Becky's
arm and pressed two fingers against her wrist.
Becky yawned again and turned her head to Anne, "You are very nice,"
the girl said.
Anne blushed a little. "Thanks, how old are you Rebbecca?" she asked.
"Umm," the child paused as if she had to think to retrieve the answer.
"Twelve."
Becky giggled again her head was swimming about and pretty coloured
spots had started to appear before her eyes, but far from alarming the
child, they amused her immensely. Becky yawned again, this time her
mouth opened wide and blinked several times.
"Twelve! How on earth did you end up on the streets at twelve?" Asked
the woman.
"Oh," said Becky stiffing another yawn. "I ran away from my dad. Not
my real dad of course, my foster dad, he wasn't very nice. He used to
let his boys beat me up and when I complained he's tell me off for
telling tales and locked me in the cupboard. I didn't like them. I
hate all the foster homes they put me in, but that one was the worst."
"You poor thing," Anne said. The woman released the child's arm and
pressed her hand against Becky's cheek, and then up to her forehead.
Becky turned her head away. "I'm okay," she insisted and turned her
head back. "You know you are really pretty?"
Anne gasped and grinned at the girl. She stared at the child's eyes,
but seemed to be concentrating on something or another. "Thank you
sweetheart, but I am afraid that you are far more beautiful than I,"
said the doctor.
"Aww," groaned Becky. "Thanks." The little girl reached up and rubbed
on her heavy eyes.
"Are you tired honey?" asked Anne. "Should we take you to bed?"
Becky blinked a few more times and finally nodded. "Yeah, bed that's
good," the child groaned. "Okay." She yawned yet again.
Anne got to her feet and helped Becky out of the sofa. The little girl
was so drowsy that she almost fell onto Anne's embrace and the woman
was forced to hold her upright. "This way baby," she told the girl and
wrapped her arm around the child's back and under her arm to rest her
hand on the little girl's ample bosom.
As the two started to walk Anne asked more questions. "What did the
doctor do to you baby?" she asked.
All of the doubt, fear and pain she had felt when this question had
been posed earlier was washed away from the child with the wave of
somnolent euphoria. "Umm he made me suck his Willy," Becky blurted out
with a giggle. "It was really yucky. White stuff came out and it made
me sick."
The little girl stumbled but Anne kept her upright. As she righted
herself, Becky's voice took on a tone of utmost seriousness. "I don't
like boys," she stated. "They are ugly and mean."
"No," said Anne. "I don't like boys either. Has anyone ever done more
stuff like that with you?"
"No, just sucking willies. Yuck!" the little girl laughed. "Two of
them. My last daddy didn't do anything like that."
"What was the other cock you sucked?" Anne asked.
"Cock." Becky giggled as she imitated the woman. "Umm, that was the
man who lived at the home. He was nice: gave me chocolate. He never
made the white stuff in my mouth. The doctor hurt me."
Anne pushed the door to the bedroom open and led the shuffling child
inside. "Oh wow!" Becky gasped as she gazed around the large room her
eyes quickly settled on the massive bed in the centre.
"Get in," Anne said.
Becky broke free of Anne's support and stumbled toward the bed and
quickly climbed beneath the covers. "Oh wow!" the child
repeated. "This is so comfy. Much better than the sofa."
"I told you so," the woman said.
Anne perched herself down onto the side of the bed and screwed the lid
from the jar. Reaching across the child the woman swung the duvet from
the child. "Lift up your shirt so I can do this," Anne said.
Becky shot a drowsy grin at Anne and ran her slender hands down her
body to her thighs and bunched her T-shirt in each fist. Without a
moment of hesitation, the child pulled the thin garment up and wiggled
around so that she could ease it over her sizable breasts.
Anne sunk her canine tooth into her lower lips as her vision glided up
the child's thin white legs. The light glittered off of the fine pale
hairs that raises on the little girl's soft skin. She was still to
young to have ever shaved. The small hairs were so soft where they
sprouted from the child's skin. Anne's eyes swept up the child's legs
and followed the shadowed line as she thigh curved towards her
womanhood. Anne couldn't help but gasp as her sight lingered on the
sparse and dark pelage that gathered in a swirled hatch just above the
tight and narrow line that curved down and disappeared between Becky's
closed legs.
Anne felt her own pussy producing the vast amounts of lubricating
liquid that always it insisted on. As the warm liquid saturated the
seat of her skirt and trailed down her legs the woman wished for a
fleeting moment that she'd worn underwear.
Any thoughts like those were soon dashed as the woman trailed her
gazes further up the child. Over the soft lines that marked the small
muscles in her belly. The small pit of the tiny outward facing
bellybutton. Anne paused there savouring the oddity of it. She
salivated with the desire to run her tongue over the small nub. The
desire to keep her bodily fluids discreet were swamped with the desire
to be free of the restrictions of her clothing. To feel her naked skin
pressed against that of this young lethargic girl.
Inevitably, Anne's eyes continues up to the child's breasts. She gave
pause as she watched the two round pockets of flesh rise and fall with
such grace. She just couldn't fathom why she should find these little
balls of fat so attractive. Pretty rounded pieces of flesh that
protected the milk glands hidden beneath the round and pointed pink
nipples that sat like bright hats atop the milky skin. Anne wanted
nothing more than to kiss them and run her tongue across and around
those sensitive nipples. Or, even better, to clasp them in tight
sliver jaws and watch the child squeal as she begged for them to be
released.
Anne cast those dark thoughts from her mind as she concentrated on the
matter at hand. If the child was good then she would be hearing her
screams of agony soon enough. Until then Anne wanted to enjoy herself
with her new toy. Right now she wanted the child to feel it as the
woman played with her boobs.
The young doctor dipped her fingers into the jar of run and scooped
out a liberal amount. Anne gazed down at the child's pert little boobs
while she rubbed the menthol-smelling paste between her hands. Anne
pressed down against the little girl's sensitive nipples. All
pretences were lost as Anne started to squeeze, rub and massage the
little girl's C-cup breasts. The smell of menthol flooded everything
else in the room and masked the scent of sex that Anne could smell
coming from her own crotch. Becky gasped and moaned as the rub caused
her nipples to heat up. The dull moans of pleasure faded quickly,
however, as the child's eyelids finally closed and her breathing
settled into a calm rhythm.
Anne wasted no time in pulling one hand from the child's boobs and
yanking up her own skirt to plunge her hand against her soaked, clean
shaven, cunt. Anne sighed as she fingers pressed against the throbbing
lump of her clitoris. She closed her eyes and groaned from the back of
her throat.
Anne opened her eyes and looked straight down at where her hand,
shimmering with the Vaseline and her pussy juices, rubbed up against
her swollen clit. The woman moaned as she let her fingers play with
her pleasure spots.
Drool glistened on Becky's open lips and a small trail edged its way
down her chin and branched across her cheek. The child's tits now
shimmered in the dull light, as Anne continued to rub the menthol
reeking concoction over them. Further down, Becky's firm young tummy
rose and fell gently as the child slept.
Anne masturbated and gazed down a the little for almost ten
minutes. It felt so good that the woman had to drag her hand from her
cunt and to force the other one away from the child's boobs. But the
child lay utterly still now and hadn't stirred for many minutes. Anne
gripped onto Becky's hips and sunk her long fingernails into the
little girl's supple flesh. The child didn't make a sound and so Anne
shook her violently and watched as Becky's head flopped about on her
limp neck. Anne released the child's flesh from her fingernails and
flung the back of her hand against the girl's cheek.
Becky's head pitched over but she, again, didn't move. As she settled
a tiny moan escaped her lips, so quiet that Anne couldn't be sure if
she'd imagined it. "Good girl," The woman chirped and reached down to
twist on the unconscious girl's nipple.
Anne pulled on the nipple stretching the little girl's boob out into a
painful cone before the nipple slipped from her fingers and the flesh
bounced back into shape. Anne laughed to herself. With a subconscious
thought the doctor reached down and patted her left thigh. As her hand
slapped against her own bare flesh Anne paused and looked at her
bunched up skirt. Why had she worn this one! "You needed to flirt with
her didn't you," Anne muttered to herself.
The woman sighed, it didn't matter too much: she had to get her bag
anyway. Anne planted her hands into the bed and pushed herself up. As
the creased folds of her black skirt dropped down to again cover her
modesty Anne glanced over at the peaceful, almost naked, child. Anne
felt a pang jealousy and sated to pop the buttons of her own
blouse. If the child was allowed to be naked there was no reason that
Anne should be hindered by her clothes.
Anne slipped her blouse off and sighed as the warm air of her home
brushed over her soft and bare breasts. The woman then unfastened the
button on her skirt and let it fall into a pile on the floor. While
Becky herself was already nearly as tall as Anne, the woman's breasts
dwarfed anything on the child's body. Despite this, it was very rare
for Anne to wear any kind of underwear.
The naked doctor took one last glance at the pretty girl and noticed
how the folds of the white T-shirt were blocking Becky's neck. With a
grin the woman grabbed the cloth and eased it off of the sleeping
child and dropped into the pile with her own clothes. As an after
thought, the woman snatched the duvet and threw it off of the
bed. Anne lent across the naked girl, savouring the moment as their
breasts pressed together. Anne pushed her shelf down, dragging her
huge bosoms across the child's skin until she was able to place
several long kisses on the little girl's neck. Anne would have loved
nothing else but to give Becky a love-bite, but, instead, pulled off
of the child and spun around. The Doctor hurried out of the room to
collect her things.
Anne darted down the hallway, pushed into the master bedroom, and
hurried straight over to the packet of cigarettes that sat on the
squat bedside table. Without a thought the woman opened the packet and
placed one of the white sticks into her mouth. Anne paused and glanced
about for her lighter. She looked around the room for several hurried
moments but broke off with a frustrated grunt. She didn't want to
spend the time looking for it now. The woman pulled open the draw of
the bedside table. Her attention was immediately caught by the long
pink vibrator that rolled against the front panel.
Anne took the object from the drawer and allowed herself a smile
around her cigarette. Although not big by any means for a sex toy,
this vibrator was one of Anne's favourites. She just had to know how
much the poor child would appreciate the penetration in the morning.
Clutching the sex-toy in one hand, the woman dug around the back of
the drawer for the box of matches she kept there. Using one, she lit
her cigarette, grabbed her bag and headed back to Becky.
The naked child, still lay sprawled on the bed with her mouth open
wide. A faint red splotch as formed on the child's cheek. Faint
rasping sounds emitted from Becky's throat. Anne returned to the side
of the bed and sat down next to the naked and unconscious child.
Extending her hand forward, Anne grabbed hold of the child's leftmost
boob and locked her fist around it, allowing her long manicured nails
to bite into the soft white flesh. A faint moan escaped the child's
lips and Anne let go of her.
Reaching down between her own legs Anne brushed her fingers hard
against her throbbing clitoris again. She pressed them firmly into the
bobble of skin before pulling them back out. "Oh fuck," the woman
sighed.
Business before pleasure. Ann opened her bag and took out the long
thick syringe. Anne sighed as she slapped the inside of the child's
elbow to bring up the vein. It really wasn't ideal for the child to be
drugged for this, but Anne just hated having to explain herself to
these girls. However, she couldn't bring herself not to run the tests
before making things go to a deeper, more serious, level. Especially
when it came to runaways.
Anne drew the dark blood in through the needle, filling the small
clear plastic cylinder. She then cleaned of the small puncture wound
with disinfectant, and packed everything away into the bag.
With a satisfied grin Anne took a draw on her cigarette and reached
back between her legs and pressed her hand back into her sopping wet
pussy. Her long slender fingers eased themselves into the woman's own
hot cunt. Anne moaned and pulled the fag from her mouth and rested it
in the ashtray that sat on the bedside table. The doctor then lent
herself over the girl, letting their smooth and soft female bodies
press against one another. Anne eased her face close to Becky and ran
her tongue across the child's sweet pale lips before she pushed it
deep into the little girls mouth.
Anne's free hand moved up Becky's scrawny thigh, brushing over the
silken skin of this preteen girl. She dragged the tips of her fingers
over the long curves of the child's muscles, and pressed against the
little puppy-fat that she possessed around her plump young vulva. Anne
eased between Becky's tight little labia and up towards the hole. Her
finger contacted with hot and sticky skin and Anne gasped. "No way,"
she said to herself.
Anne climbed off of the little girl and pushed herself down between
the child's legs and pulled then open. Then reached up with her hand
to splay Becky's tight little pussy. Anne couldn't help but squeal
with delight. "You might just be perfect," she chirped at the girl and
slapped Becky's virgin pussy.
Even in the state that she was in, Becky gasped from the blow. Anne
giggled. "Aww, poor baby," she said and pressed her face against the
child's pussy.
Becky tasted just perfect. The intoxicating aroma of sex filled Anne's
head and made her dizzy, her tongue snaked out of her mouth and
prodded at Becky's maidenhead.
The thrill it gave the woman to probe the child's virginity radiated
through her body. Swirling about her belly, and down into her
groin. The woman found herself reaching blindly towards the
vibrator. Her hand wrapped around the shiny hard plastic and Anne
brought it down between her own legs and plunged it inside her soaked
pussy. The woman flicked the switch and gasped as the toy buzzed
around deep inside her.
Air whooshed from Anne's nostrils and blasted over the child's already
steaming pussy. Anne increased the pressure of her tongue against the
little girls hymen. At the same moment she moved the dildo in and out
of her pussy with one hand. As the pressure started to build up in the
horny woman, she reached her hand back and landed a vicious blow
against Becky's thighs. The woman's hand rose and fell rapidly, as she
slapped the child over and over.
Her pussy cried out to the woman to make the girl scream, and the
quiet moans that she was achieving angered the woman and drove her hit
harder. Pressure increased in the doctors lower belly, bubbling up
and to waves of pleasure. The woman was forced to pull her tongue in
as she started to gasp and moan against Becky's pussy. Her body
overflowed with pleasure and it struck her with waves, making her body
week. Anne screamed her orgasm. It always felt better if one was able
to release the pent-up sexual power in all ways possible.
The world around Anne swam, and the woman was almost surprised to find
herself gasping for air against a child's pubescent pussy. Anne moaned
gently and pressed her hands into the child's thighs to push herself
upright. A smile crept across Anne's face as caught sight of the
bright red mark that flushed the side of Becky's thigh.
Anne barked a small screech as she slipped the vibrating sex-toy from
her pussy. "Oh boy," the woman sighed as she turned it off.
The woman had wanted to fuck the child's pussy with the toy, but now
she didn't want to spoil that perfection. At least not while the child
wasn't awake to feel it. Anne snickered as she slid up the bed,
crushing the small girl beneath her own petite body. She rested
herself when her cheek was pressed just against child serene face.
Anne raised the wet and sticky vibrator up and smeared the toy across
Becky's open lips. "You should get used to this," she told the child
and slipped the dildo into the girl's mouth.
Anne pushed the toy deeper into the child's sore throat and listened
with glee as the little girl choked around the hard plastic. She
pulled the dildo back out and wiped the girls spit and what was left
of Anne's pussy juice across the unconscious child's face.
Anne was beside herself with lust. She wanted the child to be able to
feel the abuse in the morning, but she knew she couldn't be too
blatant about it.
Anne pulled herself off of Becky and moved back down to the end of the
bed where the child lay with her legs spread wide. If the child had
never been penetrated before then she wouldn't know what she would
feel like the morning after an arse fuck. Anne grinned at herself she
lifted Becky's legs from the bed.
She curled the little girl back until her legs pretty little arse was
pointed at the woman, the fat buttocks spread a little to show off the
wrinkled pink arsehole. Anne placed pushed the pointed head of the
vibrator against that tight and virgin hole. The dry muscle resisted
the intrusion of the toy for several moments. Anne increased the
pressure on the toy and gasped as the first inch pushed inside. It
friction of the two dry objects caused the toy to stop again once it
was half way in, and Anne grunted and shoved hard. The gradual
insertion ended only when the small round butt of the toy protruded
from the child's backside.
Anne twisted the small cap of the dildo, only part left showing, and
it buzzed into life. The child started to moan in her sleep. Such a
sexy sight, although had the girl been awake she would have surely
been in tears.
Anne left the vibrator in place and rubbed her palm against the soft
squishy flesh of the child's fat bum. She pulled it back and slapped
Becky's arse. Anne giggled as the skin jiggled around for a fraction
of a second and admired the red hand print that emerged on the
surface.
Anne licked her lips and hit the girl again. The doctor grew
breathless as she spanked the child, she smacked the white skin again
and again, and the skin turned from white to red. As soon as the
child's entire bottom had changed in colour Anne increased the force
of the blows to a vicious extent. Her own hand stung from the blows
and the muscles in her arms grew fatigued.
Anne stopped as the vibrator slipped out of the molested child. The
woman sighed and let her go, and Becky's legs flopped back over onto
the bed, hiding her red-raw arse.
Anne sighed and sat down on the bed, she glanced around for a moment
trying to remember where she'd put her fags and sighed. The woman
yawned and glanced back at the sweat coated child. The woman
yawned. She had to clear everything up before she could sleep. Anne
sighed, and got up to find where she'd left her cigarettes.
Completed: 08/12/2003
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