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Subject: {ASSM} I Thought We Were Going Camping..... Not Sex! Part 1
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By LANCER (M/gg, nc, rape, pedo, preteen, BRUTAL FUCKING!)

Foreword: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! lancesmoker@hotmail.com

Elliot Strainer stroked his sweaty and chubby fingertips across his
most prized possessions. Sweet little Ryanne, her emerald green eyes
sparkling back at him, her beautiful rose tinted face had the
slightest tan and her pink petal lips curled into the most adorable
little smile with her tiny pearly white teeth gleaming in between.

He next moved his hand across to her younger sister, Marti. She too
was as precious as her sister. They had the same delicate look. A cute
button nose, sleepy little eyes and that beautiful little pink mouth,
everything came together perfectly. They had gracefulness comparable
to that of the elves of fantasy and complete young beauty to match.

Marti, of course, was about two inches shorter than her sister, and
with dark, almost black eyes instead of green. Both girls had glossy
straight hair that was silken to the touch, Ryanne's being a light
brown hazel color which was left long, halfway down her back making
her seem more grown up and sexier. Marti's was a deep black but still
shone in the sunlight and was shorter to just below shoulder length,
giving her a perfect cute little girl look.

Both girls were embracing each other in the most joyous and playful
sisterly manner with their soft cheeks touching each other and their
exposed arms locked around each other in a hug, while they both looked
forward with those butter melting smiles.

Elliot breathed in deeply and then exhaled with his head tilted
upwards. He looked down at the photo once more of the two little girls
that were driving him into insanity, brought it up to his lips and
kissed each of the beaming little angels. He then carefully placed the
photo back in its gold frame.

He had many more photos of his two favorite girls. Some of the photos
were with the girls by themselves, others with their parents and baby
siblings, some with different kinds of clothes. (He loved the way they
dressed up in their cute little colorful outfits, revealing summer kit
which out-did their young age, or the cute little pink track suits
they would be rugged up in during the cold of winter.) There were also
photos of them with Santa Claus and even quite a few photos of them
with him! Each of those moments with the girls he recalled with great
fondness. He knew they had a great day with him, but he had it even
better, enjoying the sight of their gorgeous and irresistible little
bodies and pure innocence.

He opened his locked safe and rummaged around at the photos, then
picked up his other precious trophies, a neatly folded hot pink cotton
panty with red love hearts dotted around it. He held it up and
appreciated its tiny size, imagining again the figure Ryanne had to
match it. He then inhaled the sweet scent of little girl's body. Next
he carefully folded it back in the safe and took out another pair,
this time Marti's somewhat faded white cotton panty with little yellow
ducks as the pattern. He again induced that faint aroma of her before
replacing it neatly in the safe. He had obtained them at the perfect
time of harvest, when the girls had worn them, but not yet soiled them
and they had not been washed.

Elliot was thinking about them hard now, pumping himself up for what
may be the beginning of the greatest moment he would ever experience
in his life. His freaky cock was raging rock hard in his pants as he
dreamed of 7-year-old Ryanne and 6-year-old Marti. Those 2 adorable
little virgin fuck muffins he could never get his mind off. He glanced
down at the obscene bulge in his pants in wonderment at the pain,
terror and destitution it could cause on the young female flesh. It
was gonna be a good time, a great time! For a pedo could there be
anything to top being in the presence of the most beautiful 6-year-old
and 7-year-old baby cunts around?

"Hey Elliot. Thanks for taking the girls. We appreciate it."

"No problem. The pleasure's all mine, really. I think it will be a
good experience for them. Make them grow up a bit faster."

"Uncle Elliot!" both girls echoed behind their father after stepping
out of the car and brushed past him to hug Strainer around his waist,
almost knocking him over. His legs felt pretty weak at the first sight
of the two little teases. He found it amusing that they were so close
to the part of his body that they would do anything to get away from
later on. He had to step back a bit and ease them off. A protruding
penis is one of the worst ways to greet your guests.

"Whoa, you've gotten strong. I hope my two favorite little princesses
are ready for some fun. Did you bring everything I told you to?"

"Oh yes!" both girls released their hugs and held up their little
carry bags to assure him they had packed everything for their camping
adventure.

"Good girls. You're both so clever."

"Alright Elliot, I gotta take Halen to the match. It's a shame he
didn't want to go camping as well. I dunno. Maybe he needs a break
from his sisters or something. But he still has two younger ones at
home to worry about." Both men laughed. "Thanks again for taking the
girls." Their daddy then leant down and looked seriously at Ryanne and
Marti, "Now you two behave yourselves. Do what uncle Elliot tells you
and don't cause any trouble, ok? And don't get homesick, it's only a
weekend and you said you wanted to go camping with him over and over
again, and now you've got it. So just have a good time and remember
daddy loves you."

He smiled at his daughters and ruffled their hair and engulfed them
both in a big hug. They closed their eyes and hugged him back, both
kissing him on his cheeks.

"We love you too, daddy. We'll be good, we promise. There ain't gonna
be any trouble from us." Ryanne being the oldest at a whole seven
years old spoke. Marti was feeling a little sad kissing her daddy
goodbye, and it also reminded her of saying goodbye to her mommy at
home before they left. She could tell her mommy was close to tears and
so was she. Ryanne could sense her little sister becoming distraught.
She quickly held her hand while they still hugged their father then
looked at little Marti. "Don't worry, Marti. I'll look after you.
Daddy says not to get homesick. We'll have heaps of fun. Remember how
much you wanted to go before?" Marti slowly nodded her head.

"Ok it's settled! You're gonna have a great time with Uncle Elliot and
mommy and me are gonna see you soon. You're gonna have so much fun
that you'll forget all about us." Daddy stood up and shook Elliot's
hand, "Again, thanks for doing this for the girls. We'll be off now."

The two girls watched their daddy get into the car after walking the
long driveway back. They saw their 5-year-old brother Halen waving
from the back seat. They smiled at him and waved back cutely. As their
father and brother drove off, it suddenly hit them that they were
going to be away from their family for the first time. Both girls felt
a feeling of wariness overcome their little bodies at the notion of
loneliness, as well as the excitement that was to come, or perhaps it
was because unknown to them. 'Uncle' Elliot stood high above them,
gleaming perversely down at the two vulnerable little angel sluts that
were finally his.

Strainer had known the girls' father for a few years. They had been in
business together previously, with a great deal of success. And when
you can trust a guy with your career and money, well you should be
able to trust him with just about anything. Since then Strainer had
woven himself almost into their family life, of course gaining the
title of 'uncle.' Whenever he heard one of the kids call him that,
even the little boy Halen, he got a hard on. The sweet little voices
cooing for him in adoration was just a fix he had to have every so
often.

He had been part of the girls' young lives since before their little
pea brains could remember. They had always been some of the prettiest
creatures he had ever seen. His mind was always ticking with inhuman
thoughts about them. Who could have guessed he was thinking of fucking
them, fucking little girls that called him uncle and adored him and
would become broken by a fucking. Even during business with their
father or anytime he was with the family as 'the nicest guy on earth,'
he was thinking it.

He had gained the girls' love and affection by always buying them
something whenever he saw them. When they were with him, there were no
rules. They were temporarily free from the confines and discipline of
their parents that kept them from being rich spoilt brats. So
naturally for gullible little sluts, it was like Christmas each time
they saw him.

After years of specialized grooming, it was going to pay very
handsomely. Under the pretense of a weekend in the woods camping - the
great outdoors that would be such a great experience for the young
girls, he would have his cake and eat it so to speak. He had a second
property and house on the outskirts of the city, which he had kept
secret to everyone, far from the campsite wilderness that he had
claimed. So just about everything was set up for the weekend party,
which would probably last a bit longer than one weekend.

They were two good, obedient little girls though. Instead of wearing
rugged camping gear that would cover their succulent little bodies up,
he told them to wear something light, comfortable and airy. As soon as
they stepped out of the car and ran towards him he was very pleased
with their look and attire. They just looked so sexy and what was even
better was that they didn't even have a clue!

Little 7-year-old Ryanne was stunning with her long chestnut hair let
loose and flowing. She was dressed in a sky blue 'Hello Kitty' cut-off
t-shirt that just revealed the slightest of her drum tight tummy, from
her skirt to just below her belly button. "Young sluts these days,"
Strainer smirked in his mind. She was also wearing a pair of pretty
little fake diamond earrings that speckled in the sunlight and a pink
little girl's Swatch watch as well as thin jade bracelet on her right
wrist. Her soft, pink cotton skirt came to just above her knees,
revealing plenty of her slender, baby tanned legs. She was wearing
anklet socks and cute little Adidas runners to top it off.

Marti was looking less tempting in her more modest dress, but her cute
6-year-old appearance made her no less sexy than her sister! Her
little girl's dress was a stylish sleeveless piece that was white and
patterned intricately with pink and red roses. It too ended just above
her knees. The dress was perfectly suited to her perfect delicate body
as not being constrictingly tight, it comfortably hugged against her
smooth body giving any one who wanted to look an ideal picture of
young girlhood.

Being somewhat less mature as well as younger than Ryanne, she hadn't
gone into getting her ears pierced or wearing any jewelry as of yet.
The 1st grader was more of a grounded "mommy's girl" and was more
complacent in allowing her parents to dress her modestly. Her attire
was finished off with white leather sandals showing her cute little
feet.

Both girls were angelic looking baby dolls that would melt even the
hardest of men, or make them even harder. Both looked almost alike
with the noted above exceptions. Although a par from being identical
twins they both had that silky smooth and lightly tanned skin
complexion with a touch of rose tint in their cheeks. Ryanne stood at
4 ft while Marti was 3 ft 10". Strainer had studied the girls
extensively and knew how truly innocent they were. They didn't have
much of a rebellious streak and were both popular girls with other
kids without trying.

Ryanne was very bright, perhaps a year ahead of her class. She was
also very curious and sociable, even with adults. She felt she had a
great responsibility to look out for, and protect, her younger sisters
and brother, which gave her an air of maturity that she didn't really
have, although she would try and act like it. They both loved their
parents so much that they would try and stay as good girls to keep
them happy. They had heard things about this 'sex' thing a lot, but
wanting to stay out of trouble didn't investigate further. She and
Marti were also as close as sisters could get, they were inseparable,
which was one of the most delightful things about the two little
girls.

The preteens kept waving until the car was clearly out of sight.
"Alright, Ryanne, Marti, do you two want anything to eat or drink
before we go? We can go and get a pizza now." Elliot began grooming as
he grasped the girls close to him and led them inside the house.

"Oh no thanks, Uncle Elliot; we just had lunch." Ryanne replied
politely.

"You sure? Growing girls need their energy."

"We're full thanks." Uncle Elliot is always so generous she thought.

"Ok then, how about I show you your presents now I bought you for the
trip." He said triumphantly. Both girls' faces lit up in wide-open
smiles. Bringing them into the lounge room he pulled out two boxes and
gave one each to the girls. They examined each face of the box and
were instantly impressed by the flashy packaging. It was a cool
looking glow lantern for each of them, not one of those toy ones for
little kids but a real powerful one for camping.

"Wow! Thanks, Uncle Elliot!" they both echoed then hugged him again.

"Ok, just make sure you put it to good use this weekend." He laughed,
"Now girls, we have to get going real soon if we want to pitch camp
before it's too late. So you can go to the toilet now or have a drink
and then we'll leave." Strainer at least this time gave them their
dignity in going to the toilet in private before mock double-checking
everything he needed for the voyage.

He loaded both of them into the Mercedes SUV, quite amused and aroused
at their playful attitudes and the small talk going on between
themselves. It was a good feeling as he 'helped' them up into the high
ground clearance vehicle by holding and pushing on their bottoms and
exposed thighs. It was also a bonus too that their little dresses rode
up to reveal the sight of sheer fresh flesh and colorful cotton
panties. He couldn't believe how they felt, skin so soft and cool and
bodies so fragile.

For real, he was struggling to contain the urge to just pin the little
bitches down on the car seats now and rape the fuck out of them and
blow away his plan that was ready to rock. It was actually a relief
when he had them strapped into the back seats. He had to look away
while setting them up, the temptation was just too much. By the time
he had himself ready in the driver's side he was sweating and needed a
moment to compose himself.

"Is something wrong, Uncle El?" that sweet little pixie's voice
whispered with concern behind him, snapping him back to the moment.

"Ah, nah, nah sweetie, we're ready to go now." With a deep breath and
a beaming grin he started the ignition.

He drove out of the city, not talking to the girls, but concentrating
on the road. He didn't want to die before he went to heaven. After
blabbering on like little girls do, they gradually became less
talkative, slipping into drowsiness. Both girls occasionally shook
their heads to stay awake. They didn't want to seem like little
sleeping babies in front of Uncle Elliot. They couldn't fight the slow
hypnotizing rhythms of the road travel and eventually had their heads
drooped to the side against each other on the middle seat.

Strainer looked back at them in his mirror. He began fantasizing of
many ways that would keep them wide-awake for good. A wicked smirk
stretched across his broad, stubble-crossed face. The two little
sweeties with their completely relaxed bodies looked like dolls
crafted by master craftsmen. Their little silent breaths the only
movements they made, around their moist little mouths were forming
small pools of dribble that made their pale lips gloss and shine, just
beckoning for a milk-cock.

Strainer drove straight out of the city for two hours and then back,
except entering from a different direction. The little baby cunts
would think that they had gone four hours to Uncle Elliot's 'special
secret camping spot' but had really only gone across to the fringes of
the city to Uncle Elliot's "special secret property to rape Ryanne and
Marti." If the girls woke up anytime during the drive, they would
still be unfamiliar with their surroundings. Even when they got close
to the city, both girls would only see a sparse rural-looking
property, but with a somewhat modern house. Even with that little
smart-ass Ryanne's wit and observational talents, she wouldn't be able
to recognize where she was. They were such trouble-free darlings
however that they were both fast asleep when Strainer victoriously
drove the booty wagon in front of the house.

It was quite a contraposition, a small white house, isolated in the
middle of an endless field with a dirt track leading from the highway.
The house was compact but modern. He built it so that if he was going
to have his best time there he might as well make it comfortable.

The Merc braked hard in a bowl of dust. The long drive had made
Strainer a little slow. But now that he was finally at home base, his
nerves began tingling him back to life, especially his cock, which was
fruitfully anticipating things to come. In realization of his success
he grabbed the steering wheel and began shaking while breaking out in
hysterical laughter. Catching hold of his senses he spun around
immediately to observe his prizes. Obviously he had gotten careless in
that moment and had even forgotten about the girls while letting off
steam as they were awakened by his antics.

Marti woke first, still drowsy and almost forgetting where she was.
She rubbed her eyes and looked side to side, still in a daze with her
pert mouth in a little frown. She yawned and stretched her legs and
arms out before blinking a few times and finally coming to her senses.

"Good morning sweetie. Did you have a good sleep? We're here now.
Wakey wakey little baby." Elliot gloated over her. Marti giggled at
him and nodded. She realized her dribble had lined from her mouth to
her chest and her lovely black hair was strung loosely around her
face. In embarrassment she turned to look out the window at her new
surroundings. It wasn't the running stream and dense woodland full of
scampering squirrels that she expected, just a plain white house and a
dry field which seemed to go on forever.

Next to her, Ryanne was still stirring, not wanting to wake up, in a
half sleepy state. Her body was moving a little but her mind was still
in dreamland with the fluffy bunnies. "Marti baby, could you wake up
Ryanne for me please? And do it gently now."

Marti moved over to her older sister and tapped her gently on her
right shoulder. "Ryanne, Ryanne. We're here now. Wake up." She shook
her a bit harder now, "Come on, we're here. Uncle Elliot's waiting."

"Uh?" Ryanne opened her enchanting emerald eyes with a start. "Oh...."
In embarrassment she smiled at Elliot and Marti who were both staring
at her.

"Alright girls, up and ready. Let's load everything inside now. It's
getting dark but we still have a long night ahead of us." The girls
sluggishly moved out of the car and again it was all his pleasure to
carry them down one by one. He held them close to his body, marveling
in their touch and delicacy before reluctantly placing them down at
the boot of the Merc. Both girls dragged their baby luggage tiredly to
the front steps of the solid little house.

"Is this it?" Ryanne quizzed, glancing over the civilized monument
with a little disappointment.

"Yes sweetie pie. The fun starts here." Strainer sneered.

"I thought we were going camping and stuff, with tents and stuff."

"We will, sweet cheeks. This is just our safety base with all our
supplies in case anything bad happens. We'll go out with the tents and
everything late tonight. That's what real camping is about. The best
is at nighttime."

"Oh ok. Where are we going to camp out? And what time are we going?"

"Wow you are keen! My little know-it-all just has to know everything
doesn't she?" Ryanne smiled back cheekily at Elliot's affectionate
comment. "Well, way over there," he pointed to the far, blurry horizon
"is a forest that's as wild as they come. It's quite a hard place,
especially for little girls like you but I'm sure you'll be able to do
it. I don't think any other kids have been able to survive camping
there but I think you'll both do it easy." Yeah, keep on grooming, he
thought to himself. "And I guess we'll head out at about two o'clock."

Strainer's complements on the two girls already being able to handle
the dangerous wilderness boosted their little egos, especially
Ryanne's, enough as to knock down their natural guards a notch. "two
o'clock?! Did you mean at night?"

"Yeah of course Rye, it's already five-thirty and we can't wait until
tomorrow. We have to get everything ready and leave then, because I
said that late night camping is the best way. You two girls are almost
grown ups now, you should be able to camp like grown ups." Both
preteens looked at each other in wide-eyed awe and smiles of
disbelief. They had never been up later than 9:00. Even when they
threw their baby tantrums to stay up it never succeeded on the
argument, "But you (mom and dad) stay up late!" They were very happy.
Uncle Elliot was treating them like the mature girls that they thought
they were, believing they could handle the adult camping grounds and
stay up until 2:00!

"What's so funny, girls?" He knew what was funny.

Both of them were giggling hysterically now. "Hehehehe. N...nothing.....
Hehe." Marti was trying to hold her mouth while looking up at him with
those gorgeous little burnt copper eyes.

"Yeah, I hope you're still looking that fucking cute when you're
sucking on my cock head, you little slut!" he thought, while returning
a smile back to them. "It's no laughing matter, girls. I treat you
like grownups because I think you girls are both ready and deserve to
be treated that way because you both behave very maturely."

Being ushered inside, the girls were impressed by the resort-looking
home. It had a clean living room, which was the center of the house
with 3 new sofas, new TV and every other comfort. Beyond that at the
back, it divided into a kitchen and 2 bedrooms next to each other. The
relatively large bathroom was also connected to the living room on the
right side. The white floor tiles and smooth wall and ceiling paint
accentuated its modernistic features.

"So whaddya think girls? I hope it's good enough for princesses."
Strainer gleefully closed the door behind them. He allowed the
littlies their time to just stand at the entrance and look around.

"Do you own this place?" Ryanne asked in wonderment.

"Sure do, honey. EVERYTHING in here I own now." He just couldn't help
himself saying that.

"Alright, now it's time we got dinner set and you girls all prepped up
for when we leave late at night. That room is yours," he pointed to
the one on the far side "so you can put all of your things in there.
Also there's only one single bed so you'll have to sleep together, or
if you don't want to one of you can sleep with me." he smirked. Both
prepubescent sweeties smiled back at him, thinking he was being
sarcastic. Although they'd hate to admit it, they were fine sleeping
together as they often did anyway if they wanted to talk, or one was
sad.

"That's fine? No one wants to sleep with Uncle Elliot?" They giggled
and shook their heads shyly. "I'll go and get dinner ready. You
muffins would be hungry by now. You can go in your room and unpack,
get comfortable or whatever."

"What are we doing after dinner until two o'clock?" Ryanne questioned
in a grown-up manner.

Elliot smirked, "I'm sure we'll find something fun to do, baby." And
with that he directed them to their new dwelling space and then went
to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Marti! Ryanne! Come on, it's dinner time!" Strainer laughed "You've
seen that heaps of times, you know what happens! You can finish
watching it after dinner."

"Huh? Ok Uncle Elliot." The two little cherubs were transfixed on
watching 'The Little Mermaid' again, at the part where the King blows
up all of her human objects with that fucking awesome trident and
makes his slut daughter cry. They were just glued to it until the end
of that scene. You know how little babies and Disney shit go. They
were also visibly a little scared by all of the blasting. They turned
it off when Ariel the toon merslut was left sobbing on the sea floor,
and they slowly got up and trotted over to the kitchen table. Three
sets of plates and cutlery were laid out next to each other on the
reasonably sized translucent plastic topped table, a square that could
seat two on each side.

The tots took their seats next to each other with Elliot then having
the adjacent side. Having had table manners drilled into them and now
having to use them, as they were guests at somebody else's place, the
two little dolls sat silently at the table, making sure to straighten
their postures, toss their flowing hair back and ensure that their
hands were neatly placed on their thighs while Strainer's back was
turned at the stove. But he could see them in the glass reflection. He
smiled and hardened as he thought they were getting "all pretty" for
him.

They hadn't eaten since lunchtime and could really smell the cooking
which was making them salivate, although they weren't really sure what
it was. "Alrighty. I've got that all done." He turned to face them as
they were sitting down with perfect manners smiling at him "Girls,
have you washed your hands yet?"

"Umm....no, not yet." Ryanne admitted embarrassedly.

"Go on then. And come back quickly." They both rushed to the bathroom.
All of that posturing for nothing and they had to have clean little
hands to handle Uncle Elliot's cock.

Less than a minute later they came running back again, but this time
Elliot was seated and waiting for them. As they climbed into their
chairs he just sat there, leaning over the table, leering at them and
grinning. It was a strange look, one they hadn't seen before, all they
could do was grin back. Again they sat as perfectly as they could
without making it too obvious. Strainer was still leaning over the
table giving them that strange look and that weird grin, it was kind
of creepy. What was he waiting for? They'd just gone and washed their
hands, and neither could think of anything they had done wrong.

"Now girls, before I serve dinner I'd like to have a talk to you about
something very important." He was still leering at them.

Both girls nodded sternly "Ok."

"Wow..... You two sweetie pies are just gorgeous, gorgeous....." he shook
his head with that grin, like in disbelief. "You're both just
downright hot." Why was he talking about this? They were both blushing
pink now, their rose tints were blooming and they were uncomfortably
squirming in their seats. No one had ever called them hot before, they
thought it was a naughty 'sex' word that only adults used. Of course
they had attracted the attention of plenty of little horny fuckers at
school, but they had only heard the notion of 'he likes you.....'

Strainer relaxed his freak clown expression a little, dropping the
smile. "On this trip I said I'd treat you like grown-ups." They both
nodded slowly. "And you see, if you want to be treated like an adult,
you have to behave like an adult," again both of them nodded at the
sermon. "You see, to really be an adult and grow up in this world and
be respected, you have to have sex." He said it very matter-of-factly.
Both innocent blossoms squirmed in their seats. "Both of you are very
beautiful girls. Do any of you like any boys and school? Come on you
can tell me. I'm sure all the boys would like to have you as a
girlfriend," Strainer's playful expression returned.

The blossoms shook their head in giggles, either not wanting to reveal
their crushes or not as yet showing interest in any of their male
playmates. "How about Halen? He's a very cute boy. You ever play
doctor with him? Do you take your clothes off and he takes his clothes
off and you play around? Any of you ever kissed him?" Strainer let out
a dry, menacing laugh as he spoke. The girls were now very embarrassed
at his insinuations about their little brother, which were in part,
true.

He reached out and held each of the girls' hands. They were very
cautious now and he could feel them recoil at his touch. Their soft,
smooth hands were so small compared to his massive callused paws. They
both had nice, long and delicate fingers and nails.

"Tonight I am going to teach you about sex so that you can be full
adults. No more bedtimes, no more being told what to do, you can do
whatever you want and get whatever you want." His cock was hardening
like molten lava in the open air at his own bullshit speech. He began
stroking their little hands and looked both of them deeply in the
eyes. "Before we eat anything, we have to get through the first
lesson."

Ryanne and Marti were now very unsure. Even though this was Uncle
Elliot, one of the closest people in their lives, they felt it was
something that only their mommy and daddy should talk to them about,
although they were too shy and polite to tell him how uncomfortable
they were feeling.

"First of all, I'd like you two to look at each other and kiss." He
knew what their reaction would be like so he said it laughingly.

"What?!" both sweeties thought he was joking. They looked at each
other and burst into laughter, wrinkling their dainty little noses.
"Hehehehe. No way!"

The fun was over now. No more baby bullshit.

Strainer's expression suddenly turned cold, solid, like a predator.
"Now ladies, I'm not joking. Look at each other and then kiss." The
girls stopped their giggles immediately in reprimand. He had never
spoken to them in that tone before. It was the way their father spoke
when they had done something wrong, only 10 times worse. The sweeties
looked at each other worriedly, reading each other's concerns and then
back at Elliot with timorous expressions.

"H...how come we have to do that?" Ryanne quivered. She was very clever
for a 7-year-old and was aware of the sexual connotations of kissing
which she really didn't want just yet, and wondered why on earth he
would want them to kiss. It also felt very uncomfortable to be told by
someone not in the immediate family to go and kiss her sister. But it
was more the way he said it that made her think there was something
sinister behind it. Uncle Elliot had never been stern with them
before, and like little girls are, the more you push them to do
something, the more they back away.

"Ryanne," he paused, "I'm not going to ask again. Now, I've been very
patient with you two brats all day. And if you don't do what I say,
there's gonna be a shit-load of trouble." Strainer wasn't playing
around now. He called them brats and he swore! Both words almost made
them jump in shock. Marti's pretty little face bawled up before the
waterworks came. She could have held it back, but having been spoken
to like that is a lot for a 6-year-old to take out of nowhere. She
decided to let it all out and cry, thinking that it wouldn't make
Uncle Elliot mad at them anymore and they wouldn't have to kiss. That
was a mistake.

SMASH! He slammed his large furry hand down on the table and squeezed
her tiny hand hard. "Look here, Marti! I'm not gonna put up with
fucking crybabies until you've done what you have to! Now you stop
crying right now or I'll throw you out all alone where you'll be
kidnapped! I mean it! You think I'm joking?!" He pulled the little
girl out of her seat and led her to the front door. "Huh?! Huh?!
Fucking little crybaby!"

"I'll st...stop! 'sob' 'sob' I'll st....st...stoo'sob'p." Marti was trying
her very best to shut up now. She was coughing and hiccuping to stop
the crying, and desperately wiping away her baby tears and snot from
her face with her free arm.

Ryanne was up as well and just about ready to cry "P....please Uncle
Elliot. Let her go. Don't leave her outside. We're s...sooorrry 'sob'
'sob'" She ran after them and tugged his shirt desperately. He looked
down at Marti who was seemingly getting under control now, just
spluttering up the last tears and trying to wipe them away. God that
made him so horny, watching that sexy little baby cunt so desperate
and scared. His boner was now raging out of his pants but the girls
were too distraught to notice.

"Alright, that's better." He dragged her back to the table and sat
them both down. "Now do what I said!" Without another thought they
both turned to each other, closed their eyes, formed kissy lips and
inched forward and gave each other a quick peck before breaking away
quickly. "Not good enough. Keep your eyes open and kiss longer." Both
girls looked at each other again. Marti's face was a wet, sloppy,
miserable mess. Ryanne's wasn't too far off either.

They both struggled to keep their sad little eyes open as they moved
in again with their delicate lips peaked. When they touched they just
held it on the very edges of their skin, visibly trying to pull away.
Their dazzling eyes wandered away from each other, around the kitchen,
then to Uncle Elliot, if only for a second before fearfully returning
back. It pained both of them to see the other so frightened.

"What the fuck's that?!" The preteens jumped at the instantaneous
boom.

Strainer arose and walked behind to the side of the girls.
"Mmmhhpppffff!" He grabbed behind both of their heads and pushed them
closer together. Mashing their conjoined lips together further. He
could feel it. They were both scared as sluts about to be raped. The
preteens cried and were shuddering as he held them together.

"Keep those little vixen eyes open!" they flashed their eyes as wide
as they could in a panic. "Now my gorgeous little veal calves. The
real way to kiss sexy is you have to open your mouths and put your
tongue in your sister's mouth." The cuties stopped any movement
momentarily and looked into each other's eyes in alarm.

They both thought along the lines of "That's disgusting! Yuck! I don't
want to put my tongue in her mouth with all the spit and yuck and
stuff and all!"

Strainer gave their heads a squeeze. "Come on then!" Reluctantly they
opened their pert mouths slightly with their lips still locked
together and poked the tips of their delightful little tongues into
the other's moist mouth and then they began whimpering, their
crystalline tears now flooding their baby faces.

"Put your tongues deeper inside!" It was a picture perfect scene as he
held the two sexy little tots together in an unnatural embrace. Their
little bodies were straining away from each other unthinkingly and
their beautiful little faces were contorted into visions of misery
with their shiny faces awash with tears and baby snot. He could see
their little tongues through their cheeks, struggling in instinctive
disgust to intrude deeper into the other's mouth. Spit and dribble
were now running down the sides of their mouths and chin.

"Good baby cunts. Gooood. Now stop kissing, but stick your tongues out
and lick each other's tongue."

He relieved the pressure and allowed them to move their heads back to
stop kissing. They kept their tongues out however and soon there was a
good 2" between their pretty faces as they did a miniature tongue
tango with their little pink pleasure-givers.

"Look into each other's eyes and twirl your tongues around. Yeah.....
that's it baby. That's it. Very sexy." He observed their torment and
shame like that for another minute, all the while rocking back and
forth himself. His pumping, painful erection was killing him. The only
relief was having it rub a little against his trousers. The girls had
noticed his strange motions and glanced quickly at him, now noticing
the obscene bulge in his pants that they almost couldn't believe.

When released, the adorable preteens broke away from each other faster
than Road Runner, and hid their faces in their crossed arms while
slumping over the table in opposite directions. They had clearly had
enough of each other's close company. In a sulk they closed their eyes
and wished they were at home in bed and they were also sniffling and
crying and rubbing against their upper arms, trying to get the gunk
away from their mouths. Strainer put a hand on each of their arched
backs and stroked them. "Uuuhhhhrrrr!!!" they both whined grossly and
jerked away from his touch to let him know their feelings.

"Girls.....That was so hot and sexy....I had to test you to see if you
were grown ups yet....My god you passed the test alright......You're both
ready to become adults...." He spoke softly now, almost back to his
familiar old tone. But his voice was slow and hoarse, like he had
difficulty breathing. "I had to test if you were ready to go camping.
I'm sorry I had to be so rough."

Ryanne gave a last sniffle before raising her tear stained face up and
turned her neck around to Elliot, then wiping her face once more with
her damp sleeve. "U...uncle Ewiot... W...why did you have to be so m...mean
for?" Ryanne asked with a frown.

"You don't have to worry about that, baby. Adults don't worry about
who's being mean. Now it's time for the final challenge," he replied
in a mock soothing tone. "Now that you're both big girls now, I have
to rape one of you," he said with an evil tone and smirk. He glided
his consuming hands to Marti's right sleeveless shoulder and the other
down Ryanne's lower back, where as she leaned over, much more
delicately tanned flesh was exposed by her blue, "Hello Kitty" cutoff
T.

Both of them gasped at the sudden touch of his rough hands on their
bare, sensitive skin, as well as the understanding that he was going
to 'rape' one of them. After what he made them do before it couldn't
be good.

"So, do you bumpkins know what rape is?" he asked in smug
satisfaction. They both had heard the word plenty of times on the news
on TV and knew it was a very bad thing.

"I...it's when you hit somebody with a rake..... I don't want you to do
that to me Uncle Elliot.... Please.... I don't want to be a gr...grown up
anymore...." Ryanne was very scared.

Strainer cracked up in an evil bellow at her answer. The girls
obviously didn't find it as funny as he did as he shook them hard as
he keeled over in roaring laughter. "HAHAHAHA!....... No sweetie. Rape
is when you have sex with somebody when they don't want to." He was
pleasantly amused at their reactions.

Both of them gasped again in strained little squeaks. He was going to
have sex with one of them! "We...We don't want to have sex, Uncle
Elliot! We're too young! I....I don't want to be a grownup anymore..... I
want to 'sob' go home!" Ryanne blurted out in a panic before crying
like a baby again. Marti quickly followed suit.

"No one's going home, baby!" he began pinching their exposed flesh.
"I'm going to fuck one of you right now! I don't care which cunt I
break as long as I have your sweet preteen virgin pussies now!" He
grabbed the back of their clothes and held them up, leering at both
crying little girls. "Which one's it gonna be?! Who's gonna be my
little slut first?!" The two of them wriggled their bodies in terror,
trying to escape the grip of the madman.

"Stop it, Uncle Elliot! P...'sniff' Pleeeease! My daddy and mommy don't
want me to have s...sex! W...why do you want to have s....sex with us?" Rye
sobbed pathetically, unable to comprehend why her beloved Uncle Elliot
would want to defile her.

"Because you're the sexiest, hottest little bitches I've seen! You
little fucking cock teases! Think you can get any man horny when you
walk past him all the time, huh?! Without actually doing the deed?!
I'm going to teach you.....! It's time you give your tight, sexy li'l
girls' bodies up for mankind!" He shook them again, "I'll let you pick
who gets fucked first. How's that?"

"I want to go home!" the helpless 6-year-old Marti cried, the little
lamb just couldn't take it. "Pleeease let us go..... 'sob' 'sob' I
haven't been a bad g....'sob' girl....."

"Alright my sweet little Marti-ni..... I think you've just volunteered
yourself. You're gonna have a great time having sex with your Uncle
Elliot, and when I'm done fucking you, your daddy and momma won't want
you anymore because you've been a bad girl that's had sex and that
nobody wants....." he said it with an uncompassionate, sleazy emphasis,
mocking the 6-year-old child's sad and helpless predicament. She
opened her little swallow's mouth and her dark eyes wide and shook her
head, trying to retract what she said and apologize, but she was just
too terrified to speak.

"That's it, my sugar bun...." He dived in and attacked her vulnerable
open mouth, blanketing her face with his and engulfing her moist young
mouth with his revolting purple tongue, the size of half her face!

"Mmmmppphhhfffff.....!" she was in true shock and horror at this vile
attack on her innocence by such a powerful man. She could feel his
aggression on her as he consumed her mouth and face. Her sensitive
soft skin was being scraped by his unkempt whiskers and his arm was
now squeezing right around her slim body, causing her real physical
discomfort. However the worst part was that he was kissing her the way
he made her kiss her sister!

Ryanne watched on in horror and the incredible amount of guilt that a
7-year-old baby cunt easily develops. Her little sister Marti, her
real best friend, the one she had always protected and looked after
since they were nipple suckers, was bearing the brunt of the vicious
assault by a man they both loved deeply. She was the one that
convinced Marti to come along with her, even though she didn't really
want to, and now because her little sister had trusted her to go with
her she was now paying the price.

"Stop it Uncle El! Leave her alone. Pleeease! She didn't mean to say
that! We're sorry! WE'RE SORRY!!!" she screamed out in a shrill,
forsaken squeak as she tried to grab for Marti, but unfortunately was
held far apart by Strainer's other arm. "U...unc..cle.... stop kissing
her....Y....you're hurting her...STOP IT....!" But he took no notice. The
beautiful 7-year-old collapsed and cried against his hairy arm in
resignation.

Marti's little mind was running round in a panic. He shouldn't be
kissing me like this, he's so much older and he's my 'Uncle.' His
disgustingly big tongue in her mouth and all of his spit spewing
around made the little angel squeamish. She felt like she was drowning
as he sucked on her face like an animal. Drool was running down her
doughy cheeks as she tried not to swallow any of his saliva but push
it out with her own little pink tongue.

Her flailing attempts to get him out by pressing her tongue against
his only heightened his animalistic arousal. After enjoying the
struggling child for a few more moments he ended the kiss-of-rape and
gave her a perverse, sloppy lick along her upper lip and to her left
cheek while grinning in satisfaction. Marti was shivering now, her
eyes were blank and it seemed their normally captivating dark tint had
slipped into a shining gray before she squeezed her eyes shut and
began wailing.

Strainer still had hold of her when he heard some dribbling drum
beats. He knew what it was. Damn! Could this slut get any sexier? He
looked down expectantly as he saw the pool of lemon-tang liquid
splashing over his chair and table in a weak trickle. He traced the
line of baby piss upwards to her perfect little dangling feet and
ankles, and up to her tanned and shapely legs which were paralyzed
still and spread wide because of her embarrassment. The lower seams of
her pretty white dress were now dark and damp with a piss puddle. Her
lower body and legs were dazzling, shining with her own piss as if she
were at a pool for a photo shoot.

"Shhhh baby...." He mocked. "How about I make it all better now, you
just lie down on the table here," he put Ryanne down with his other
arm and cradled Marti face up on the table, "and now we can have sex,
baby. You'll never forget this for the rest of your life. You have
given yourself to me, baby doll....." He began reaching for the buttons
underneath her to undo her dress, then began peeling it off from the
top while she weakly tried to push his ravenous hands away. She did it
so pathetically it was more like letting him know she didn't want him
to, rather than real resistance. She turned her head to the left side,
not wanting to face him and she cried further.

"U...unc 'sob' cle...S ...'sniff' 'sob' sto...p. P...p 'sob' plee...heeaase
'sniff' 'sob.' I....I'm s...s....s...so..horry....." she thought he was
molesting her because she 'wet' all of his furniture.

"No, Uncle Elliot! Stop hurting her! I'm s.....sorry 'sob' M...Marti....
Pleeease Uncle Elliot..... You can have sex with me inste...stead...
Pleeease leave her alone..." Ryanne was blabbering through tears as she
crawled across the table to the scene and softly tried to pull his
furry tree trunk arms away from her baby sister.

Strainer looked down at the delicious meal served in front of him on
the table. Two little girls he had been obsessed about for years were
now at his mercy. Now he had a sobbing, beauteous 7-year-old girl
crawling and tugging at him, looking at him with glistening green eyes
in submission, now just begging him for sex. He let go of Marti's
dress, much to her relief and pat Ryanne on the head.

He sighed, "Alright sweetie. You know, I've wanted to rape you for
years and now you're just giving yourself to me. Better than all those
shitty little craft pieces you give me for my birthday." He turned to
Marti, "You're a lucky girl to have a big sister like that. Too bad
she's a slut!" he sneered. They didn't know what it meant, but it
sounded like a very bad and hurtful swear word. Why was he being so
mean to them?

In realization of her sacrifice Marti turned to look at Ryanne who was
now shielding her from Elliot. She suddenly felt like getting up and
held her sister's hand, "Ryanne.... 'sob'...."

"It's OK, Marti. I'm sorry....."

"Aww....ain't that sweet. I'm sorry, Marti baby but there's been a
change of plan, it seems we all want it to work out that I get to rape
Ryanne now, is that right?"

Marti in a glimmer of courage from holding her sister said "N....no. Why
are you hurting us Uncle Elliot? We l...love you. You don't have to rape
any of us. We supposed to go c...camping.... Will you let us go home? We
promise we won't tell daddy or mommy if you don't want us to...." the
girls rested their final appeal by embracing each other for comfort
and protection. They looked just like in his favorite photo, except
their dazzling smiling faces were replaced by shiny tear stained
expressions of terror and Marti's ripped collar.

Strainer reached his hand out slowly, and brushed Ryanne's fluent hair
away from her face, which had stuck from her moist tears. He then
stroked her face before sliding his hand down to her neck and rubbed
it.

"Lets not waste anymore time, Rye-baby," he whispered menacingly. He
forced his hand in between the two sisters and separated them, pushing
Ryanne's small, 4 ft body down into a lying position. Marti was
reluctant to let go of her beloved savior as Ryanne was lowered to her
doom.

When Marti finally let go, she hung her head in her hands in shame.
"Ah ah ah ah....." Strainer pulled her hands away from her face roughly
and waved his finger at the poor girl, "You're going to have to watch
every single moment of your big sister having sex with Uncle Elliot,
and you better pick up what's happening quickly." Without a further
moment he turned his attentions to little Rye lying flat on the table.
She could feel her body tingling in embarrassment as her cutoff T rode
up, going above her belly button and exposing her wonderfully sexy and
flat tummy flesh. Without looking, she could definitely sense that he
was ogling her baby body.

In savoring his victory, Strainer slowly concentrated his devouring
sight on her wriggling little feet, so small and clean and perfectly
shaped, then up to her ankles and then up the long trail of her long,
slightly tanned and slender little girl's legs. Her little skirt was
bunching up, exposing more of her creamy thighs, although not her
panties. Then of course up to her sexy, exposed drum tight tummy. He
just had to feel that body...... He reached down and held her mid section
around the side and began massaging her belly.

She was like a rag doll as her small body jerked in unison to his
squeezes. Her skin was so soft and smooth while her body was taut and
firm like the blossoming 7-year-old she was. While continuing to do
that he resumed his sickening rubber necking of her little body, his
eyes roaming up her Hello Kitty T-shirt then to her beautiful and
miserable little face. Her eyes were blinking, like she was wishing to
her fairy godmother to magically transport her home. He touched her
forehead and stroked her face at which she whimpered helplessly.

"Now baby, we're going to begin. I've waited for this a long time now.
Well, it's only right that we should have sex, seeing that you're so
pretty." He gave her a gentle kiss on her petal lips. "First of all, I
have to ask you.... do you know what sex is?"

She nodded her head slowly, "It's w...what adults do... w...when they love
each other...."

"Hmmhmm," he smirked. "Well I love you and you love me and we're both
adults now, so I guess you're right. But Rye sweetie, can you tell me
what people do when they are having sex?"

It took her a few seconds to respond, "Th...they t...take their clothes
off and k...kiss...." She was too embarrassed to say anything else.

"Is that all, sweetie pie?"

"A...and the m...man sometimes sucks on the woman's tee-tees...."

"Ah... so that's sex, is it?" She nodded her head snappily. "Well, that
sounds great. So lets get started!"

Strainer attacked, and began viciously tearing at her clothing. He
ripped her T-shirt right off her head before she knew what was
happening and threw it onto the floor. Her pure, innocent angel body
was before him. Not an ounce of fat, but not unnaturally skinny
either, just a panel of succulent, young 7-year-old flesh. He looked
at her baby nips, they were perfectly colored a very pale brown, just
about pink. Of course the prepubescent fuck bunny hadn't developed
mammaries yet, but her flat chest and sexy little nipples stood out
proudly in place.

"So is this sex huh?! Is it?! Yeah little bitch...!" He began mauling
her baby nips roughly with his hands. She screamed and cried and tried
to push him away. She was terrified for her life as he attacked her
body like a beast and started slobbering over her 'tee-tees' and
sucking and biting her nipplets. She felt so violated. It was one of
her body parts that her mommy told her not to let other people touch,
but she was doing just that. She felt like a bad, bad girl and was
overcome with guilt for betraying her mommy.

Strainer inhaled deeply the scent of her budding chest. So sweet and
fragrant, a smell you can't get anywhere else for sure! He resumed
suckling her nips and lightly nibbling on them, enough to cause pain,
but not enough to puncture. His strong arms had her held around her
back and were pushing her body against his ravenous face. She yelped
out in pain and tried to break free to no avail.

"Baby, you taste so gooood....... Mmmm...... Such nice nipplets...."

Suddenly he felt a strong tug at his shirt, "Get off her! Pleeease
stop! You're hurting her! Don't hurt my sister! Uncle Elliot...
pleeeease.... AHHHH!" SMACK! The little 6-year-old cunt was silenced by
a manly backhand which knocked her all the way to the other side of
the table. Hitting her felt almost as good as enjoying Ryanne's baby
breasts.

After 5 minutes of a thorough baby breast mauling, they were now
swollen and reddened and very sore, as well as with his disgusting
slop all over her chest. Her nipples stood out from her chest slightly
enlarged and puffy. What a sight! Ryanne's naked torso with her
beautiful figure and body and belly and her delicious sexy nipplets
was perfect. Elliot smoothed his hands down her body to her belly, and
pressed his thumbs into her belly button, causing her considerable
discomfort.

"You like that?! Huh?! Yeah! What a hot little tummy you have!" He
pressed again with an evil smile on his face as she tossed her legs up
and her head back in pain. His next target was the removal of her
cute, pink cotton skirt. No hassle. RIP! He tore it right off her body
and held it up for her to see before throwing it on the floor as well.

WOW! He could see all of her hot legs now. So slender and shapely and
in perfect proportion to her 7-year-old body, and like the rest of her
was very firm. Her delicate yellow tan was consistent. Her smooth baby
thighs were now spread. He ran his hands up and down them, which made
her tingle. He tickled her sensitive inner thighs, just thinking that
this was the beginning of her baby fuck canal.

He next turned his attentions to her sexy panties. They were yellow
with white flying elephants decorating them. Cotton stretched tight
across her pelvis, the last bastion of defense before her undeveloped
7-year-old vagina. He slowly grabbed the sides of the elastic before
slightly sliding them down her legs, like he was undoing the last
ribbon of the greatest present he had ever received.

"Ahhhh...." He whispered coarsely as he slid her cotton panties down to
her thighs, revealing her bald baby slit, untouched, pristine, virgin.
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Between her legs was
a small vertical slit that was still closed shut with a little white
'baby button' on the top. The whole sight was spectacular - her spread-
open thighs and her baby pussy, all hairless and smooth and no tan
marks. They would be so sensitive to cock and pain.

Even though her legs were spread wide, her baby pussy was still closed
off like a slit, barely even a hole. If the rest of her vagina was
like that further in, it would take a great deal of effort and
pleasure to - widen her. Barely breathing, he slid the rest of her
baby elephant panties off her sheer legs. Now before him was the most
delectable 7-year-old girl, naked, ready and offered before him as a
worthy cock banquet.

"Now my precious little girl, there's something I have to tell you
about sex before I rape you...." The pedo stroked his right hand across
her inner thigh and over to her privates at which she instinctively
closed her legs, "Ah ah ah...." He reprimanded as he spread them wide
open again. His rough, callused hands rubbed her tiny baby clit and
then her smooth, baby soft slit with his palm. She felt a strange,
uncomfortable tingling there that made her fidget.

He laughed, "Yeah, that's my little slut. Such a sexy little girl.
Ryanne, I want you to tell me what this part of your body is called."
He gave her perfect baby pussy a pat.

"Th...that's my v...vagina. 'sob' M...mommy said I sh...shouldn't let anyone
see or touch me there..... 'sob' 'sob'"

"Ah, ok. Well aren't you a naughty little girl, obviously you have
disappointed your mother now, haven't you? What else do you call your
vagina?"

"M...my wee-wee....?"

"So what does your wee-wee do?"

The poor little sweet meat was more embarrassed and ashamed than
anything else, blushing, and reluctant to say what its dirty function
was. "I...it makes me go to the toilet and do a wee... 'sob' 'sob' 'sob'"

"It makes you go wee? Is that all it does?" the young female child
nodded her head cautiously with her mouth slightly open, showing her
uncertainty. Her face was a shining wet mess of tears that accentuated
her petal lips to now make them a deeper red, in contrast to her
perfect white teeth. What is he talking about? Why would he be
interested in her wee-wee?

"Well you see honey, sex isn't exactly what you told me it is. Sure,
you can do that as well when having sex, but real sex is.... Listen
closely now....It's when a man goes and puts his penis inside your wee-
wee."

"Uh....Huh....?!" The innocent and na�ve little girl was shocked at such a
strange definition. It sounded so awful and disgusting! He wanted to
put his pee-pee into her wee-wee?! Where they would mix each other's
piss and he could piss inside her? Or all of his dried piss on his pee-
pee would get in her? What if it made her sick? Not only was her
confused little brain filled with that but also in her mind popped up
the only two penises she had ever seen, her father's and her 5-year-
old brother's.

Like little children do, run around naked together sometimes and play
naked and thinking they were being 'naughty,' she had seen and even
played around with Halen's little squirter many times. But it was so
small and soft and soggy, how could he possibly keep it inside of her
tight wee-wee?

Next she thought of her dad's cock. She had seen it quite a lot when
he pissed or had a shower, it was pretty big she thought, as she was
used to seeing Halen's baby boy cock. She thought it looked pretty
funny, those wavy black hairs and then this longish, soggy tube
springing out of it and a wrinkly sack underneath. His adult flaccid
cock could fit into her, she thought, but it was soft also, and how
would he squeeze it in?

She had wanted to play with her daddy's willy before because it looked
so funny. If she did then she would have found out earlier that the
cock is a truly mighty object that goes hard, rigid and grows like a
beast, and that's how it can get forced into her undeveloped vagina!
Her parting thoughts were more questions, why would somebody want to
have sex? It would feel so disgusting and uncomfortable to have
something inside of her body and especially where all their piss comes
out of!

Her panicky thoughts were rudely interrupted, "I want you to watch
this...." In no time, he reached at the front of his pants and ripped
open the detachable fabric. His massive and gruesome 8 � incher sprang
to life in all its veiny, erect and muscled glory, releasing an
awesome stench which was almost as shocking to the girls as its
appearance! Equally disgusting was the obscene, bulbous purple head
that was leaking a clear, thick slime out of the pee hole.

7-year-old Ryanne, pinned naked and spread, gasped in horror at the
giant organ, the likes of which she had never seen before. Saying she
was scared was perhaps a bit more than an understatement. You see, you
have to understand that a vulnerable and innocent 7-year-old girl is
naked and lain out on a table, having never seen an erect penis
before. She is suddenly confronted by a brutal raging hard-on of 8 �",
which by her standards looks like half her body length. And she is
also told that it is going to be forced inside of her sensitive little
body through her virgin wee-wee, as if she was going to be punched
there with a baseball bat.

Strainer laughed wickedly, obviously delighted with himself and the
reaction of his virgin captive. "Have a look, my little cum princess.
You see, this is a penis right here, and I don't care what you think,
but it IS going inside your vagina and I am going to rape you and we
are going to have sex." he said methodically. As you can imagine, the
sweet child instinctively closed her sexy legs shut, imagining the
pains in her pussy and her belly, should he try to rape her. She also
reached her hands down to her pussy and cupped it, trying to protect
it, and again she tossed her head back and began bawling and crying
her eyes out.

"Look sweetie, I know you're scared, so I'm not going to lie to you,
it's going to hurt......a lot. So you might as well get it over and done
with now, you see. I'm not going to ask this again, so if you don't do
this now I will get very mad. OK, sugar buns....? Take your hands away
and spread your legs wide." Ryanne sniffled loudly as she very
reluctantly spread her legs and dropped her arms to the side. Why did
he have to be so cruel when she loved him so much?

"That's a girl...." Holding his breath he slowly lowered his boiling and
bubbling cock over her tiny body. She whimpered and spluttered at his
approach helplessly. "Shhh....that's a good girl...." He stroked her hair.
He rested his bloated ball sack against her inner thighs and cunny
slit and smothered his penis over her panel-flat tummy. He could tell
she wanted to be some place else. Looking down, they both saw
Strainer's mighty phallus over her belly and how large it was. It
looked so big compared to her. It went past her belly button and
halfway to her torso.

"Ahhh..." he breathed in at the sight, while she was staring at it
intently and in disbelief. "Wow baby, once I get this inside I'll have
to force it all the way up your belly! See, look how far it goes!"

"U...'sob' uncle Elliot pl...please don't h...hurt me. I...I'm a good
girl.....'sob' pleeease." She broke down, again. It was like he was
going to inject her with a medical needle that they both knew she
didn't need. Strainer slid his cock down her belly, leaving a trail of
sticky precum. He left his cock head over her cute belly button,
letting the juice pool there. As his cock lowered to the vaginal point
of penetration she slighted her legs closer together at which he
spread them open again with his masculine strength.

Hot damn! He couldn't believe how good the top of her hairless baby
pussy pubic mound felt on his frenulum. Only now did he realize how
small she was. His cock head took up the whole space! "Oh my fucking
God.... aaahhhh....." he groaned. Finally, after years of waiting, he
lined his hard unrelenting cock up against her 'barely-there' little 7-
year-old girl's slit. Her legs spread wide, he reckoned he could
barely fit his pinky in there. She was hyperventilating in panic now.

"Don't worry sweetie, babies come out of pussies here. So they can
stretch pretty far." But babies come out of tummies she thought! How
could she believe anything he said now? "Ahh....spread wider!" he forced
her legs further apart, although there was hardly any to give, her
joints were almost at their limits.

"Marti! Come over here now! I want you to watch every single second of
this, you little cock teasing whore.....! I said fucking get up here
now!" he grabbed the broken 6-year-old and threw her onto the table
with them. "Now crawl over here and watch me skewer your slutty big
sister with my cock! You're going to understand real sexual
intercourse today!"

His pedo cock was now ready to rape as he connected his tip with Rye's
slightly swollen and moistened baby cunt. The thick, protruding lips
on either side of her baby cunt were an alluring invitation to the
juicy depths in between. He applied the first pressure when he climbed
up on the table and held her thin waist. It was a truly awe-inspiring
sight, a 6 ft rugged male over the top of a crying 4 ft, 7-year-old
girl. Ryanne felt his solid battering ram push against her baby pussy
lips, the tip catching just the slightest grip against her vaginal
hole before sliding off onto her belly. The force he pushed with
caused some physical discomfort to her sensual region, from which her
imaginative mind made her think of the further pain to come, when he
tore open her vagina with his cock and forced it all the way into her.

Strainer smirked as he lined his nuclear torpedo up against the soft
target again. "Noooo......! 'sob' 'sob' Uncle Elliot..... Don't!
Pleee....heeeaase 'sob' 'sob' It hurts! It hurts!
Stop.....Pwwweeeezzzee!...I..I'm s...'sob' sorrrry..... Uuuhhhhh....I don't
want to have sex! Plleeaase let me go..... I'll be a good girl....I want
to go h..h...home....! Noooo..... Uncle Elliuuuut.....!" The little slut was
shaking away for dear life and even had the nerve to push his cock
away from her and try and push him away.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!..... "Little fucking slut! Teach you to say no
to me! Don't you ever, EVER fight back against Uncle Elliot!" SLAP!
"You..." SLAP! "fucking hear me?!" 7-year-old Ryanne was duly put in her
place by a series of powerful slaps and back-hands, reddening her
pretty face and sending her into a daze. She gave out one loud cry
before shutting her eyes as tight as she could and covering her face
with her hands and sobbing weakly. She was the most helpless of
children.

"Open your eyes, Ryanne and have a look at what's happening!" She
obeyed straight away, although her vision was a miserable blur from
tears and the beating. Strainer grasped his cock mid-shaft with his
right hand and held down her chest with his other and his spread
fingers pinching on her sore nipples. He leaned over her fully now
before driving his monster cock head against her baby cunt. At first
it was only sliding up and down the slit before enough effort was
sustained for it to force her opening wide enough to fit just the tip
of his leaking prick inside.

"Wider!....Wider!....Aaarrgghhh.....good....ah fuck....ah Jesus....ah god
fuck....ah fuck little tight virgin...fuck baby 7-year-old fuck cunt....come
on sweetie....yeah that's it....fuck so tight....aarrrgghhh.....baby
pussy....yeeessss....."

Ryanne watched on in sniffles and horror as she was overshadowed and
covered in darkness by a man who was forcing his flashlight-sized cock
inside her body, her private parts. She had spread her little legs
wide for him and now he was pushing with all his strength to get his
boulder inside her small cavern. It was even worse that he made her
look at it. She saw just how much more effort he had to hurt her with
until he got it inside of her wee-wee. He was holding down on her baby
breasts to keep her from sliding all the way off the table while he
kept driving and forcing that cock as it dug for an opening.

Now the beginning of the real pain kicked in as her feeble body
finally gave in to his powerful MALE pressures. Her taut little lips
began to part as his powerful cock began penetration of her
undeveloped vagina. What began as a faint tension now felt like all
out butchery as her tiny pussy entrance was stretched beyond sensible
limits to accommodate his bloated prick head raw. The little girl was
lost for a voice as she tensed her face and 'coughed' up tears. She
felt like he and six other men were tearing her vagina apart with
their hands! All she could do now was spread her legs even wider to
attempt to ease his cock in, as there was no way that it would be
taken out now!

Strainer pulled her head downwards by her hair so that she would have
to look at their penetration, their mismatched bodies being fused
between her legs. His cock head was only halfway in now and she
thought she could see it bulging out of her body. Her legs were spread
wide and kicking out to her sides.

"Still a long way to go yet, baby...." He whispered nastily and they
both saw how much more brutal fucking would have to be endured along
his shaft. As he pushed further you can imagine how it felt with half
his swollen cock head inside the tightest 7-year-old baby cunt which
he had to exert all of his strength to get inside. The sexy sight of
his cock literally stuck inside of her made him want more!

He forced deeper now "Yaaahaaaahaaa.....! Iiieeeerrrrrhhhh......!
Aaarrgghhh!" he had hit baby virgin hymen and stopped. He laughed in
delight as he looked down at her, squeezing and squealing out tears
like anything. He thought she would have run dry by now. Her body was
heaving and breathing heavily while her little legs were wriggling
outwards, and in between was a red pole half as big as those legs,
stuck in between her obscenely-stretched vaginal entrance.

Savoring the moment of her little girl's hymen he thought of the thin
membrane that barred entrance to the rest of her sacred passage and
the marker of her virginity. "You're gonna bleed now, baby...
AAARRRRGGGHHHHH CUUUUNNT!!!" he yelled as he lunged his whole body
downwards and butchered and tore through her hymen and forced his cock
deeper inside of her body.

"UUUUHHHH!......UH!....uurrgghhh......" His yells were met with her
screams of agony with the most excruciating pain that she couldn't
even comprehend, like she had been stabbed with a giant knife and her
vagina was being torn. Her tiny body writhed in pain and she twisted
around on the table like a shocked slut. Her legs were kicking wildly
and her little toes were curled up and her fingernails were scratching
against the table desperately. However the worst part for her was that
he continued to pull her face down with her hair so she could see the
vicious penetration of her body for herself.

Now with a bit more than his entire cruel cock head inside of her she
could see the bulge near her belly and blood, her own viscous, bright
red blood was now dripping freely at the stretched point of
penetration. Pooling between her legs and dripping down her body to
her tiny butt hole as well as it having spattered over her inner
thighs and everywhere around her vagina like a red circle. And in
between was his terrible blood-stained cock stabbing the life out of
her between her legs, which now had her pussy lips stretched almost
inside out. Ryanne's weakening body was soon reduced to a limp
convulsing.

"Aaarrrggghhhh.....Jesus.....Ryanne you sexy baby slut....aaarrrggghh...." he
wasn't even halfway through, but he knew this was the best sex he had
ever had. His cock head was being clutched with everything by her bare
little pussy. The sensation of tearing through her baby hymen and then
feeling the child's blood ooze around his cock was simply amazing. She
was like a stuck pig, skewered by his giant harpoon, such was the
impact.

Her little vagina was more like an open wound now rather than a
natural opening to allow a MALE'S cock. Even more incredible was the
feeling of her pussy beyond her hymen, her vaginal walls were almost
closed completely shut because of her young age and immaturity as well
as the fact that nothing had ever been through there before. The one
inch he pushed forward required all of his strength to hold her
agonized little body down as well as penetrate and force her open.

Ryanne's world was a haze of pain, her vision was blurry and her body
felt so weak that she thought she would collapse into the table,
despite her beautiful little body still shaking with any spare energy
she had left. If they couldn't actually see the bulge in her belly
from his intruding cock, they could sure as hell imagine it there, an
8 � incher stuck partly and forced up inside her tight 7-year-old
body! Her whole region was now a mass of pain. She thought she would
die from his penis stabbing at her insides. Her belly was feeling
stretched and even her asshole began to hurt with a throbbing, intense
pain.

"Uuuhhh.....! Ahuh....ahuh.....ugh.....'sob' 'sob' I w....want my
mooo....mmmyyy!!!" Obviously she wasn't such a big girl the way she
cried out.

"Hmmm baby....let me guess where your cervix is..." he felt around and
pressed her pubic mound, about 2" from where he figured his cock was,
"no....a bit high. Damn baby, you're a narrow whore.... How about here?"
he pressed half an inch lower, "Yeah I think so..." he laughed.

"Mooo......mooo.......mmeeeyyyy.......UUUHHHHH!!!" she screamed as he thrust like
a maniac through the pinhole 1 �" with his solid steel up to the
point. Her baby vagina was bleeding from being torn by his cock,
lubricating his right of internal passage. Her body was convulsing
weakly as she lay there underneath him, bloodily skewered by his meaty
rod. She was biting her lip trying to distract from the pain.

Strainer paused his attack momentarily, to catch his breath. He wanted
to feel her divine baby cervix on his prick tip although not batter it
or cause permanent damage. He wanted her perfectly intact for many
more fun moments! His penetration had ceased and they were both still,
him enjoying the blissful moment while she was temporarily relieved of
increased pain. Her legs were spread wide where their bodies joined,
her body covered in baby sweat and blood and she was hyperventilating.

Even as they were both still, her baby pussy was spasming so tightly
around his cock that it was bringing his balls to boiling point. He
gently thrust a millimeter further, and hit pay dirt! As soon as he
felt her body constricting around his veiny pulp and a firm fleshy
barrier, she jumped up like lightning! He kept her pinned down as he
nailed his cock into the same blissful position inside of her, right
up against her cervix. As she writhed like crazy she kept rupturing
the walls of her own vaginal passage, her blood and juices continued
to flow around his veiny muscle.

The unbearable pain felt to her like he had really struck an organ in
her or something, like he had skewered all the way through her
stomach. Unable to voice her anguish, she could only struggle,
wriggling and twisting, now trying to push him off her little body to
no avail. She left a trail of sweat underneath her on the table and
smeared blood near her punctured pussy. Strainer just felt amazing. He
had his hand over her sweaty baby breasts with his cock in the
moistest tightest hole out.

It was great as he held down her struggles with one hand and she was
wriggling and juicing all over his cock, which was literally stuck
inside of her. He imagined it was like her little baby cunt was
begging for his cum, milking him for everything he's got, with his tip
being caressed by her firm cervical entrance and the few inches of
cock inside of her being pleasured beyond belief.

He held position like this for another few moments before the first
spurts of cum, "Aaarrrgghhh.....Eeerrrrggghhhh.....fuck...slut.....wait baby,
wait....aarrggh...." he tried to prolong the mighty ejaculation as long as
possible, allowing for small hot spurts before closing off his cock
every few seconds. It was truly insane. With his final spurt he
reached his hands under her back and thumbed her baby nipplets while
looking into her beautiful shocked face. He could hear the little slut
breathing in wheezes as he pumped her immature body full of his
seminal seed.

He lifted her legs up by grabbing her ankles and tilted her body up to
a 70-degree angle to ensure all of the good juices would drain back
inside her, and continued to gently hump his still erect penis in her
wound. It was making a very audible slushing sound. When finished he
withdrew his softened, bloodstained cock and let her limp legs drop to
the table with a thud. He was speechless. There was not much he could
say, but just look at the beautiful, broken 7-year-old little girl he
had just raped, lying battered on the table like a sacrificial
offering to the god of cock.

Ryanne awkwardly twisted her upper body to the side but left her legs
spread open. It was just too painful to move them at all. The end and
the pain was so violent she thought he was going to kill her. She
barely felt his hot cum scalding inside of her because of her vaginal
bruising and bleeding but now it was really stinging her. There was
more blood than she had ever seen in her life from her wee-wee and no
Mickey Mouse Band-Aid could fix it. She covered her head with her
hands. She didn't want to see him.

"Wow baby, look at all the mess you've made! I can't believe you bled
all over my table! And look at all the dirty sweat you put there as
well!" Ryanne sobbed at his insults. She was expecting sympathy now
that he had finished raping her.

Strainer grabbed her ankles again and closed her legs. Her swollen red
little pussy was protruding from behind now and she keeled over from
the sudden pain. She was lying on her side in a fetal position. SLAP!
SLAP! Her exposed left butt cheek was duly punished. He grabbed hold
of it and squeezed and pinched the firm mass of succulent flesh and
then rubbed his soggy cock over it, drying off her filthy juices. The
feel of her baby soft ass, just like powder, made him hard all over
again, another raging brutal hard-on would rain punishment on the two
little girls.

"Wooo! Looks like he wants to go again!" Strainer pointed amusingly at
his terrifying member. Ryanne shuddered and whimpered as best she
could. There was no way she would survive another brutal fucking! "But
first, I think I'll have dinner." With his obscene cock still free in
the air, he walked over to the stove and heated up the meal. "You
know, Ryanne baby. You're my special little girl, you always were.
Best sex I ever had!" He took a recovery break and began eating
straight from the pan.

Marti had seen the most terrifying and hurtful thing in all of her six
years. She was forced to watch the brutal rape of her sister, watch
her big sister have sex when she wasn't ready. Marti was literally
scared shitless and frozen in fascination as well as fear as she saw
Uncle Elliot force himself onto her sister. It was simply amazing the
way he forced his huge pecker inside of Ryanne's wee-wee! She couldn't
believe he actually got it in her tiny baby twat, despite the
resultant mess. At the same time she could feel how much agony Ryanne
was in and that she had taken her place on the cock.

She felt sickeningly ashamed at herself for not being able to help her
as well as the fact that she was selfishly glad that she wasn't the
one being skewered. Marti was sitting on the edge of the table,
surveying the bloody destruction around her. The table was a stinking
mess of 'dirty fluids' with Ryanne writhing and crying like a smear in
the middle of it.

Now that wicked Uncle Elliot was finally off and had stopped molesting
Ryanne, Marti could now go and comfort her. The little 6-year-old
tearfully crawled across the table to her naked, broken 7-year-old
sister. As soon as she got near, Ryanne sat up and gave her a big hug
and cried on her, rubbing her face in Marti's dress to dry her tears
and not wanting to show her face. Marti held on just as tight to
control Ryanne's shaking and shivering, as she was clearly going into
shock.

So the two darlings held onto each other for dear life, crying on each
other. Both of them were too weak and emotional to utter any words.
Their actions and expressions were enough. Marti could imagine her
beloved sister's pussy pain when she saw all of the blood on her legs
and between her thighs as well as her battered and swollen wee-wee.
All she could do for her was hold her tight and allow her some shelter
with her body.

Meanwhile, Elliot Strainer was leaning against the cooking bench,
having cracked open a cold beer and devouring his home cooking, amused
at his sweet, under-aged baby sluts hugging each other in all of their
anguish. His cock was breathing free and blood was pumping into the
rape machine, oiling it for much more action. He was smiling gleefully
as he slurped the beer and ogled little Marti's fine, fine body as she
bent over and her little flowery dress betrayed her to reveal her
petite, plain pink cotton panties.

His demon eyes followed her perfect lines, from her cute little bare
feet, her lovely unblemished and slim legs to her panty line. Her
pretty little dress covered the rest of her tight sexy body, but he
was glad he could see the top of it torn as he had left it, teasingly
revealing glimpses of tender preteen flesh.

The two preteen sisters remained like that, not daring to move around
because Uncle Elliot the sexual abuser was still in the room watching
them. Neither of them had gathered the courage to talk to him just yet
and they simply found a comfort away from the fear in each other's
arms. Ryanne was also very weak after her brutal fucking ordeal.

"Well look at this. My two special little girls are hugging each
other! That's what your daddy and your whore mommy would want you to
do, isn't it?! Be good little slut sisters to each other. Although
Ryanne, I'm afraid they wouldn't be too pleased with you! You're such
a bad girl, 7 years old and you've already fucked! Just think about
how disappointed your daddy will be, and what about your mommy! You've
betrayed them Ryanne. Just wait 'til I tell them what you've done!
That you came onto your Uncle Elliot and wanted to have sex!"
Miserable little Rye started shaking her head against her sister's
body. "Yeah, that's right sweetie. I can't believe you would be such a
bad girl to your parents when they love you so much! You're a slut
Ryanne! Just a bad ass baby slut cut of cunt! And just wait until they
find out what you've done, or even worse, the police!"

Strainer was now going to further fuck up the mind of the baby cunt.
In her baffled state after the brutal fucking, her susceptibility had
gone way up. She was no longer the attentive and bright little
creature she was when she was a virgin. Once he had this bitch
secured, he had it made.

"You do know that being an immoral slut is a crime, yes? You can go to
prison for tempting a man so much that he would rape you. Let's see,
I've wanted to have sex with you for, say 4 years. That means you
would be going to jail for 4 years. But because you're too young to go
to jail, it means that your mommy and your daddy will have to go
instead! So tell me, do you think it is right for them to be locked up
for a crime that you have done and not them?" Ryanne shook her head
and sobbed loudly, her emotional pain finally outweighing her pussy
pangs.

"Now I'm going to give you one chance. I can take you home now, just
like you were screaming that you wanted to go home." They were
listening intently now. "However, if I do that I will have to call the
police beforehand and tell them what you've done. In that case your
parents will be arrested straight away and you won't get to see them
for four years." Both preteen bitches began blubbering loudly now.

"D...d..'sob' 'sob' don't s...send m....m...'sob' mommy and daddy to j....jail!
'sob' 'sob' 'sob' Pl...leeease.....'sob' 'sob' 'sob' W...why do you have to
put mommy and d...daddy in jail....'sob' Why do you have to c...call the
police....?" Marti cried out loud, not directly to him but just so he
could hear.

"Shhh.....shhhh baby doll. I don't have a choice. If I don't tell the
police, then I'd really be breaking the law and I wouldn't want to do
that. I'd go to jail as well. And you don't want me to go to jail now,
do you?" He mocked with an evil smile. "But baby, no one's going to
jail if you don't go home, you see. Then I won't have to call the
police because your parents won't know that we have had sex."

"We p...promise we won't t..ellll...'sniff"

"I'm sorry baby, if you don't tell, then I'll have to." There was no
escaping his bullshit.

Despite the bullshit he was running their minds around, they had
fallen for it. Despite having beaten and raped them and betrayed their
innocent trust, he was still a figure of authority, a mighty MAN to
the little girls who had, and always will know more than them.
However, on their day the girls probably could see through his
bullshit, but today just wasn't their day!

Strainer now moved closer to the frightened little harp seal cubs
huddled on the stained table, frothy beer streaming down his chin and
meaty sauce stained all over his shirt. A predator on the loose.

"So what do you two sweeties say? You gonna stay with your Uncle
Elliot for a while or go home to a house with no parents? I want an
answer now!"

"St..stay with y....you.... 'sob' 'sob"

"Well good. I'm glad you're having fun! Now where were we?" He
approached them menacingly, his bloodstained meat axe ready for
battle. They both crunched up and whimpered and held each other
tighter.

"U...unchhle Elliotch...p...pleashe d....don't, n....no more.... Don't 'sob' hurt
ushh...!" Marti's cries for mercy were somewhat muffled as her face was
scrunched up in Ryanne's naked shoulder.

"Relax baby. I'm only after you now. I think Ryanne's had enough for
now, haven't you bitch?!" SLAP! He gave the naked 7-year-old another
cruel smack on her already bruised butt.

"Mmmhhhhmmmm!!!!" she jumped and shrieked in pain.

Strainer then charged in and broke the two huddled cupcakes up,
ripping apart their sisterly bond mercilessly.
"Owwww!!!.....Aaawwww!!!..... 'sob" Ryanne keeled over in pain, the
sudden movement made her very sore between her legs again, she thought
another hole was torn in her. Strainer's attentions were all on the
petrified Marti now as he grabbed her with one arm and began tearing
at her pretty floral dress with the other. He grasped at the existing
tear at the top and ripped a strip right off to her panty line. The
remaining shreds of her clothes were quickly dispatched as she
struggled and squealed and tried frantically to fight him off.

"S...stop pleeeeassssse....uuuhhhh!......Help! D...daddy! Uncle Ellwiot
p....pleease st...ho...ho....hop.....uuuhhh!!! 'sob' 'sob' I'm
soorryiiiieeeeee!!! Don't hurt me pleeease.....plee..hee...heease.... 'sob'
Uhhhh!!!!! D.....don't hurt meiiiieee!!!! Y...you already did it to
Ryanne.....uuuhhhh!!! Y...you don't need to hurt meiieee!!! 'sob" She was
left only in her sheer pink panties now. The remains of her clothing
were now shreds that had been tossed wildly onto the table, adding to
the scene of innocence carnage.

SMASH! Strainer slammed the struggling 6-year-old down on the table,
grasping both of her thin arms in his bestial paw and pinning her
down. His eyes were wild with pedo lust as he looked down at her
desperate, frantic and pleading face shaking from side to side. He
reached into the elastic of her panties and tore them right off and
threw them to the floor. Sheer naked 6-year-old ready for the rape!
Now that she knew and had seen the brutal mechanics of what sex was,
she for sure didn't want it to happen to her!

Strainer began gently stroking her naked chest and belly in an attempt
to soothe her. He leant down and kissed her gently on her cheek and
released his tight hold on her fragile body, instead stroking her legs
and her sides tenderly, enjoying her delectably soft and balmy 6-year-
old skin. He had the young child ready for lullabies in no time. While
still whimpering and coughing tears, and visibly terrified, her
frantic struggles had almost ceased into gradual movements.

"That's a girl, my sweet little angel princess." He stroked her raven
silky hair and stared into her innocent young eyes. They were dark,
like a bottomless well for the streams of tears that were lining her
sublime face. "But you see honey. I think you should have gone up
first and got it over and done with like Ryanne over there." He
motioned to the naked, cradled-up 7-year-old covered in bruises and
splotches of blood, shivering nearby.

"After I've already had sex once, when I go for the second time it
takes a lot longer and I have to pound in a lot harder. And your
body's a bit smaller than Ryanne's. Your wee-wee is much tighter, so
it's going to hurt a lot more!" he said it slowly and with purpose, as
if he was telling her something she'd like to hear. But this way it
gradually sunk into her little pea brain, her eyes widened with the
deepest of fears and she clenched her legs shut and crossed her arms
around her body with all her strength. Her shell of protection didn't
last long when Strainer forcibly spread her body open to him amidst
her screams of protests and begs for mercy.

Ryanne could hear what Strainer said and felt even more guilty. Her
little sister would be the one bearing the worst raping while she got
away relatively easy from the sounds of things. She didn't know how
Marti would handle what she had endured, and now she would be raped
even worse! Her adorable little sister and her best friend was about
to get a brutal fucking right next to her alright.

Even before it had begun her fearful screams had been torture to
listen to. Ryanne covered up her ears and scrunched her eyes shut,
trying her uttermost to block out the extreme sexual assault that was
taking place next to her. But it was no use, there was just nothing
else she could think of, her pea brain was occupied only of thoughts
of their present predicament and no matter how hard she tried she
couldn't leave the scene.

Ryanne could hear Marti's muffled screams now. They were weak and
faint, it must be him lining up his disgusting 'thing' against her wee-
wee. She could hear some coughing, he must be pressing on her chest
now and pinching her tee-tees hard and she's probably swallowed lots
of her own tears. Now she could hear her little sister's sweet
innocent voice distorted into desperation and screeches begging for
Uncle Elliot to stop and not to hurt her. Ryanne began renewed
whimpering and held her ears tighter, trying to block out the sounds.
"UUUUGGGHHHKKKK......!!!" But that cry was just too loud.

Ryanne began shaking side to side, but the thought of her baby sister
finally being penetrated permeated her mind. He must have her legs
spread wide open and he is holding her down while he forces his giant,
fat and hard penis inside her wee-wee. She could now hear Marti
choking and coughing because the pain made her swallow her own saliva.

"Yaaarrrrggghhhh!" Now she could hear Uncle Elliot driving deeper
inside of her with all of his strength, tearing her open. Her vagina
must now be stretched to the point of tearing. Although she couldn't
hear it, Ryanne could sense Marti's little legs kicking into the air
desperately and her little body wriggling in agony. She could hear
Uncle Elliot talking to Marti now, and then
"UUUUUGGGGHHHHKKKKKK.......!!!!!!"

He must have torn through her cherry. She could feel the table shaking
and wondered if he had killed her. There must be blood everywhere now
she thought, but he keeps trying to push his thing inside deeper. She
could feel Marti's pain all over again, like she was being torn into
two, like someone had got a stick had shoved it all the way through
her wee-wee to her belly and almost killed her.

"Oh Marti, stop screaming, please stop screaming!" Ryanne whispered to
herself. Marti was screaming out incoherently, also pleading for mommy
and wanting to go home. But she just wouldn't stop. And she could hear
Uncle Elliot laughing in the background. Her screaming only increased
in volume, which made Ryanne cry harder. Marti must feel like her
lower half has been squashed flat. She was soon screaming so loud that
Ryanne knew he had hit the excruciating 'soft-sore bottom' of her
cervix, but then suddenly her voice stopped.

SLAP! "Wake up cunt! I'm not done yet! Noooot yeeeet! Aaarrrggghhh!
Come on, baby slut! Yeeaaahhh! Take my cock! TAKE THE COOOOCK!!!!!!"
Ryanne could hear Marti in between Uncle Elliot's yelling, but only
very faintly. What if she was going to die?! Ryanne began panicky
seriously at the thought of losing her beloved little sister. The
torturous noises of Uncle Elliot screaming and Marti's weak whimpers
and the occasional slaps seemed to go on for an eternity when finally
she heard the same type of yell he did to her when he was finishing
inside her with that boiling, icky slime. And then after a while she
felt the pressure on the table released, like he had gotten off it.

Ryanne very gradually took her hands away from her sore ears and
turned slightly to look at her sister. She saw the now menacing figure
of Uncle Elliot standing over Marti's limp body and spitting on her
face and laughing.

"Ryanne," his sudden attentions at her made her jump, "I'm gonna clean
myself up now that I've had such a good workout. Don't go too far,
'cause I'll find you," he smirked. "And I want you to wake her up by
the time I get back." Having experienced the best hour of his life,
Elliot Strainer walked off to the bathroom, a very contented man.

Ryanne dragged her pained little body over to Marti. The scene was
terrible, there truly was blood everywhere. It had splattered over the
table near her body and lined her legs and belly and her spread vagina
was just a red mass of pain. And there was that acid white goo in just
as many places. She crawled over the top of her sister and saw that
she had her eyes closed and wasn't moving or doing anything.

"Oh no! Marti!" she shook her, "Wake up! Wake up!" she rested her head
on her sister's baby breasts as she shook her frenziedly with tears
teeming down her pretty face which smeared onto her sister.

"Hmm...mmm...uh..." the 6-year-old rolled her head and murmured.

"Oh my god, you're alright!" she helped her roll onto her side and
they both collapsed against each other, crying. Their minds were going
with a million things a second, which all added to nothing.

"Ah, good. You're up!" Strainer strolled back into the kitchen
confidently. "Sorry to disturb the party, baby bitches." He rushed in
and pulled each of them up by their hair and set them out with their
heads on the edge of the table and face up.

"Open your mouths! Open them!" It was a real struggle for the girls to
do that simple request as they were crying hard, which made it
difficult to do. Their cherry mouths were wavering between fully and
semi open in rhythm with their bawling.

"Good girls." Strainer's hose-like bloodstained cock was like a large,
menacing devil above the little girls' faces that suddenly jerked
before releasing a horrific torrent of pent-up beer piss in their
irresistible little mouths and faces. It was a beautiful sight to see
even more shock horror on their faces as it splashed against them and
made them even shinier. They were blinking their eyes rapidly, trying
to get some of the foul liquid out of their eyes as well as gasping
and gulping their hungry mouths for air, even if it meant swallowing
the piss.

"Ah, my perfect sweet meat chop sluts. Uncle Elliot's so proud of you!
Now I think you two babies are going to need a lot of sleep, because
we have some big days ahead of us. I've got friends coming over in a
few, and I think they can't wait to meet you! In fact, they'd kill to
meet with one of you......"

* * *

"What's wrong, Halen honey? Do you miss your two big sisters already
huh, baby? Awwww, isn't that cute...." The stunningly beautiful young
lady teased the 5-year-old boy.

"Nah mommy, it's....." he sighed.

Her expression changed to serious, "What is it, baby? You can tell me
if anything's bothering you."

"Well, it's Uncle Elliot. I didn't wanna go on that camping thing
because I think he's pretty strange now. And I'm kinda worried about
Rye and Mart."

"In what way, hon?"

"Well I saw in his drawers in his house once, he had lots of photos of
us and especially Ryanne and Marti. And he even had some of their
undies! The ones that went missing before. How come he has all of
those, mommy?"

"I...I don't kn...know...."

"And last week when he was over here w...when he went to the bathroom I
saw him holding his....his dicky and he was like shaking it and he
looked real mad and he kept saying things about Ryanne and Marti, like
he was mad at them."

"Uh...? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, mommy! Don't you believe me?"

"Ok baby.... Of course I believe y....you... It's late but maybe I should
check up on them now."

RING! RING! RING! "The number you have dialed is unavailable at this
time......" It would be a long, restless night at both ends.

To be RAPETINUED.........

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