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Subject: {ASSM} I Thought We Were Going Camping..... Not Sex! Part 2
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By LANCER (M/gg, rape, nc, preteen, pedo, oral)

Foreword: This is for all my REAL MEN out there! Keep up the pure
PEDO! lancesmoker@hotmail.com

The beautiful little 6-year-old girl sat on the cold linoleum floor
with her lovely smooth tanned legs bent at the knees and out to the
side of her body, like she was half lying down and half kneeling. The
oversized large male's t-shirt she was wearing would normally go all
the way down to her knees, but had slid up to her upper thighs. It
acted as a pseudo-dress for her, but she liked her other one better.
The one that he had torn and broken, the same way he had done to her
body. She hated how he forced her to wear his t-shirt. Now all she
could smell was HIM and she couldn't escape it.

It was a dirty, humiliating trucker trash item, dotted with small
holes all around, allowing glimpses of her wonderful naked 6-year-old
preteen flesh. Its once-bright white color was now a stagnant yellow-
brown. It was little better than a rag that she was wearing.
Especially with the frontal theme across her tiny chest, 'WHORES SUCK'
and below it a bad drawing of a cock and balls package, similar to
what teenage boys draw on school desks and chairs.

Most 6-year-old girls wouldn't warrant holding such a label. But she
had been told almost every single hour and every single day since she
had been here that she was a 'baby whore' and was now very well-versed
in sucking on that horrible, frightening flesh-snake. At one time she
was once so shy and modest, and of course the most innocent of
children. But it didn't matter now. She longed to be that girl once
more, but she couldn't, she wasn't allowed.

Her tiny little fingers grasped the smooth stump of the waxy purple
crayon and gently traced a line around on the piece of paper on the
ground in front of her, finally completing her 6-year-old, 1st-grader
piece of trash artwork. She fidgeted and sat up, admiring her drawing
and thinking about what it all meant. With her nimble little fingers
she rolled the crayon back and forth across the paper, her sleepy dark
eyes were in a cold distant stare, not knowing where to focus. She
enjoyed the distraction of rolling the crayon back and forth until she
finally realized and stopped, letting it roll away from her, out of
reach.

It was the same crayon he had used to put inside of her body. Her
dazzled young mind returned to scenes of how he forced her to spread
her legs and watch as he inserted it inside of her raw, undeveloped
vagina. The crayon wasn't incredibly thick, though. It was much better
than that near-death experience when he used his cock.

She cringed and cradled her tummy at the thought of having that
'thing' thrust inside of her again. She thought she had almost died
last time. As she watched the crayon roll away she imagined it inside
of her body again, and the events of yesterday...

The small pointed tip being brushed around the outside of her 6-year-
old vagina usually felt good. It was embarrassing and shameful, but
she didn't mind it. And as he gradually pushed it in deeper and
deeper, she felt a strange but nice funny feeling from her wee-wee.
The crayon was smooth, so it slid nicely inside of her finger-tight
preteen snatch, still tight and nice as anything, despite the BRUTAL
FUCKING she had taken previously.

When it was lodged all the way in she would just look and stare at it,
stuck inside of her, while he laughed. It was a disturbingly cock-
hardening unnatural sight, her pale golden skin, and in between her
legs, in between the plump, swollen coin-slit of her pussy mound lips,
could be seen only about half an inch of the flat butt-end of the
purple crayon that had penetrated her.

He would then hold her by her naked waist and rock her back and forth.
He always grabbed her too hard as to make her yelp and wince. It hurt
and left finger marks and bruises behind on her usually pristine skin.
She didn't want to look at his scary face that was like an ever-hungry
monstrous animal, so she kept looking down in between her obscenely
spread legs that had been penetrated by the crayon.

The outer lips of her vagina were like firm, fleshy pads, but even
they were now squirming also, as was the rest of her body. The funny
nice feelings she had before came back, she couldn't help it. Her
alluring little thighs trembled as she let out little gasps and her
breathing shallowed. Her spread legs and knees wobbled and she
wriggled her backside against the bed and her little feet pressed down
firmly, her body instinctively trying to get more of that feeling,
without knowing what was happening.

"Oh, you little baby whore," he smirked "Did I say you were allowed to
enjoy this?" With his fat right thumb poised, he punched it into the
end of the crayon like a piston striking a bullet, now squeezing and
pushing it deeper inside of her moistened tiny baby pussy with a
sudden thrust. Forcing it deeper inside of her, penetrating deeper
inside of her forbidden tightness, beyond the comfortable region where
it fit snuggly, into the region where it had to tear its way in. It
truly did feel like a puncturing bullet inside of her had hit an
internal pressure point...

Marti cupped the region between her legs and knelt over. The sharp,
inescapable pain was fresh in her mind, but she was glad to have been
distracted away from the painful past. She remembered she hated that
crayon now and turned to look elsewhere, away from it as it finally
came to a rest in the corner of the room. She no longer could see it
as a child's toy, but only an instrument of BRUTAL pedo perversion.

She reached down as her lovely delicate little fingers brushed the
surface of her drawing. In purple mono-color it showed a picture
perfect stick figure happy family - a daddy, mommy, a little boy, and
2 even smaller little girls all holding hands and smiling, as well as
a box-house and a friendly sun shining down.

However on the other side of the drawing were another 2 little girls,
but they both had frowns and were crying, purple tears streaked their
faces and rained onto the floor. They were holding onto each other in
a hug while next to them a LARGE MAN was looking down at them and
grinning, but the dominant feature was the big monster cock he
possessed. It took up almost a quarter of the page and was lined with
purple veins and a pee-hole that looked more like a ravenous
predator's mouth that was about to envelope the 2 crying little girls.
It was rather comical to see this thick jug of man-meat jutting out of
a stick figure body, especially the fact that it was drawn by a sexy
little 6-year-old girl.

Marti's little fingertips brushed affectionately against her
illustrated family. She had cried too much already these past few
days, and crying here never helped with anything. It just made things
worse. She had learned that the HARD way. Her traumatized mind was now
numb and dreamy. "I want to go home..." she whispered to herself. Her
enchanting dark burnt-copper eyes then shifted to that horrible snake
cock thing that she had drawn, when she heard a bestial groan come
from the next room...

Even the wall in between did nothing to muffle the dominance of it,
nor confuse her overexposed little 6-year-old mind as to what was
going on. She knew what, and how, groan by groan, she knew exactly
what was going on. She had been there and done that all before. And
she hated it. As every second went by, she couldn't help but vividly
imagine the disgusting sex things that her beloved big sis Ryanne was
doing to pleasure Uncle Elliot and his grotesque and meaty member.

Feeling as helpless as a super hot 6-year-old girl is to MALE LUST,
Marti crawled over on her hands and knees like the little baby girl
she was, to try and retreat under the bed. With her knees bunched up
against her body and her arms cradling them, she sunk inside of the
filthy, giant t-shirt, hoping it would act as some sort of tent and
protect her from the terrible noises of PEDO LUST!

***

"Yaaaarrrrggghhh.... Ahhh... Ah. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You ... argh... baby whore!
That's a girl... sweet baby slut cunt whore! ... argh... fucking preteen.
You natural preteen little cocksucker! You musta picked it up from
mommy!" Elliot Strainer was in ecstasy (no drugs necessary, just
DOMINATE the hottest little girls), the frightening veins in his thick
neck were straining as the senses of the ultimate oral pleasure
gravitated throughout his entire body. He ran his massive hands
through the silken flow of the 7-year-old's glistening chestnut hair,
so involved in the moment, it was like mimicking the long luxurious
sliding of her dainty 7-year-old tongue along the length of his rock
solid 8½" cock.

"Arrgghhh ... fuck!" As her moist pink tongue tip brushed across his
stretch swollen frenulum he gripped hard midway down her long, loose
hair that draped fluently down her arched back. The new, white metal-
framed bed he was sitting over the edge of creaked to the movements of
his significant body weight.

"Uuuhhh!... Ow..." She instinctively moved her hands off his sweaty,
busting ball-sack that she had been gently massaging, and reached up
to her hair to try and relieve the pulling pressure off her scalp.

The tremendous feelings that had been zipping through his body from
his red hot glowing meaty rod had momentarily stopped. What happened
to the succulent wet flick of the 7-year-old's pink tongue? Or the
smooth pasting of her spit glossy 7-year-old petal lips? Or the gentle
kneading of his cramped nuts with her cool, thin little 7-year-old's
artisan fingers?

As the perfect pleasure subsided, he regained his senses and realized
why. Looking down at his beautiful preteen captive, he was almost
holding her off the ground by the taut strands of her silken brown
hair. He hadn't realized the strength of his grip on her earlier. He
breathed heavily. He was actually relieved she had stopped her perfect
baby blowjob perfection for the moment. He could feel his cock
'breathing' as it longed and anticipated for her next gentle 7-year-
old touch. His pleasure and her humiliating and shameful torment would
be able to last just that bit longer.

Strainer saw the little 7-year-old girl half kneeling over his solid
knees, struggling and reaching up with her quaint arms and nervously
tugging at his tensed and unsightly masculine hands with her small
little girl's hands, it was quite a mismatch. He looked at her
eternally sad, pleading, but still beautiful face. She was squirming
several facial expressions that all amounted to discomfort. That
understated button nose of hers wrinkled up, her rose tinted cheeks
now flushed with more color and those gorgeous emerald eyes were wide,
flushing and watering up so that they resembled pristine tropical
lakes.

It made the scene that much better to see his obscenely raging hard-on
pointed aggressively at her chest, in fact his cock brushed up her t-
shirt as she rose up from performing on it. Leaving a telling wet
stain trail on her now marked and faded little blue top.

He let her squirm around like that for a few more seconds, like a rare
prize fish dangling on the end of a line. All the while she was
whimpering out little vocal shots of pain in her sweet, heightened
pitched voice. "Ow... ow... Ow..." Why was he hurting her? She thought she
was doing exactly what he wanted in the best way she could. She could
never be sure of anything now.

Finally he let go, much to her relief. She quickly sank back down and
reaching behind her head smoothed down her lovely hair, and rubbing
the spot on her head that hurt. "Fuck Ry, you little baby whore. You
were doing so well, I couldn't help it. Maybe you should go easy on
that spot next time you little slut." He laughed and winked at her, at
which Ryanne could only look back at him blankly.

Her perfect angelic face was sad and dejected. Her head faced straight
ahead, at his furry kneecaps, but her green eyes trailed northwards to
look into his cruel, dominating dark brown eyes. It scared her to
death to look at him, but she had to maintain eye contact at all
times, or otherwise she would find out again exactly why she was so
scared.

It truly was a magnificently wonderful scene. Inside Strainer's dark
bedroom with the blinds folded down. His purpose built secluded 'Rape
Ryanne and Marti' holiday house was certainly serving its purpose
well. Little 7-year-old Ryanne was now kneeling down at Uncle Elliot's
feet, defeated and frightened. She was wearing the same understatedly
sexy preteen clothes that she had brought with her 4 days ago, when
she thought she was actually going camping, back when she was
innocent, back when she was still a virgin.

Meanwhile Elliot Strainer was leaning back on the edge of his bed,
with his thick arms supporting him like pillars to the side, his knees
were locked together so that the perfectly pretty little girl on the
ground in front of him had to climb up over them in a sexy effort to
reach and perform on his throbbing and obscene pedo cock. It jutted
through the large torn gap in his boxer shorts so that the whole
package was free to reign terror on the youngster.

All 8 ½" of pedo dominance peaked up and outwards like a spire of
terror to her. Because of its large size and level of arousal, it was
unusually grotesque, prominently hard and with swollen and straining
purplish veins running across its entirety, it still shone in the dim
light from the baby tongue basting Ryanne had previously given it. It
looked to her like a cross between a mutated earthworm and a vicious
stinging snake and the way it moved and hardened made her think it had
a mind of its own.

The enlarged cum-piss hole leaked the stinking, horrible thick salty
ooze like a slug around the baseball prick head that was a menacing
deep purple and it unwittingly caught her gaze like a magnet, even
though she was so disgusted by it, she couldn't help but look.

Uncle Elliot's bloated and wrinkly scrotum was a dirty brown color.
The skin was so rough and thick compared to her soft touch, it was
like elephant hide. It was also almost concealed by his wavy, thick
brown pubes that ringed around his MALE package like a mighty lion's
mane. She hated those hairs, they were so yucky and just made
everything there look even scarier and dirtier.

She hated the feel of his 'nut sack' as he would call it. It stunk so
bad whenever she got near, of sweat and penis slime. It also felt so
gross to her and even though the skin there was so wrinkly and thick,
it always formed droplets of sweat on the surface that made her want
to puke and made her delicate finger tips stick to it whenever she had
to lightly play with his 2 pedo cum-laden balls...

Even though their very illegal intimate engagement was unexpectedly
cut short, he was actually glad that the immense pressure of her baby
mouth coupled with her smooth little stroker-tongue had been able to
subside before the brink of pedo cummage. This allowed his nuts to
fill up with more scalding seed with which to eventually coat and
terrify her with, as well as make her work that cock all over again
like the under-aged chop slut that she was. He had to admit that even
his mighty cock was suffocating in preteen pleasure and that he was
pleased to be given some breathing space before he forced the 7-year-
old to complete her task of oral gratification.

His cock was truly tingling uncontrollably now, in anticipation to all
that she had to offer. It took several long, and pleasurable hours
over the past few days to transform her into the cock slobbering 7-
year-old preteen slut that she was now, if not in will than at least
in skill. But that was the way he liked it. She and Marti were such a
perfect angel princess good girls who would do anything to retain
their innocence, and that was what he loved so much about them. It
encouraged him to think that each time they were doing something
sexual for him, it was real rape in every sense of the word! And not
to mention the fact that they were only 6-year-old and 7-year-old!

Now as his hardened rape member protruded proudly out in the air,
beckoning for more of her baby oral attention he let out a wild sigh
that made her shudder. "Aaaarrrgghh..." Strainer was very proud of the
power of his penis to totally demolish and break the spirit of a once
joy-bursting baby cunt. "C'mon, baby whore. He wants more. Go and help
yourself to a mouthful." He beamed and nodded to her sunken form
kneeling at his feet.

Ryanne looked up again sadly. The gigantic rape-saber cock loomed
above her like the shadow of an awful warplane about to drop bombs and
inducing a depressing sense of doom.

She hated sucking on that gigantic snake pee-pee dicky thing, or
giving a 'baby blowjob' as he kept calling it. Why did he make her do
such a grown up thing if he kept calling her a baby? That thought just
added to her confusion about the whole obscene situation. She
previously had no idea people even did this! Let alone her! To her the
act simply did not exist in the confines of her 7-year-old reality,
the first time he made her put that gross 'thing' in her mouth she
simply couldn't believe it!

The stench from it was so bad and stale, along with its grotesque
appearance that whenever he forced her to bring her face close to it,
it made her now wide and fearful eyes well up, similar to the way
onions would. Her delicate little petal lips tremble in reaction to
the revolting yucky thing she would have to do.

The disgusting 'monster worm thing' terrified her so much. It made her
shake with anxiousness every time it was free in the air, because she
knew first hand the pain and hurt that it was capable of.

And now it was happening again. She had already been at it for the
last 10 minutes until he made her stop so suddenly. Now kneeling down
in front of him to only knee height and staring directly up at 'it',
the full revulsion of the act of oral sex occurred to her tiny preteen
pea brain again. The little girl just couldn't bring herself to do it
again, despite her deathly fear of Uncle Elliot and the repercussions
of disobedience. She turned her beautiful face down to the ground,
trying intently to focus her gaze on the hem of her upturned skirt to
distract her from the punishment she would no doubt receive, or at
least try and beg or explain herself out of it without looking at
Elliot's truly intimidating MALE figure.

"What are you doing Ryanne?" He started off in a soothing whisper.
"Climb up here and start sucking baby whore." He motioned to his
sickeningly enraged BRUTAL FUCKING tool.

"Nuh..." An utterly petrified Ryanne could only shake her darling head
slowly, allowing her gorgeous long hair to toss around, and let out a
weak sniveling whine, it was more of a squeak really.

"What?! You're not going to finish the job...?" Did she actually have
the nerve to refuse?!

"Uh...uh...I c...can't d...do it an...anymore..... Please Uncle Elliot. I really
can't! H... haven't I already done it good already? Y...you even said
so. I j...just can't do it anymore. P...please I can't. Can I just r...rub
it please? I promise I'll... I'll make it good. I swear I can do it
good... Please." The fallen preteen angel now crossed her skinny arms
against her body, in an instinctive effort to feel more secure.

However Uncle Elliot would never be that lenient to take that shit
from a sexy little girl. "You fucking little slut! You stupid useless
worthless whore fucking slut sucking little cuntlet! You'll do
whatever the fuck I say! So get the fuck up here and start sucking my
cock you fucking baby cunt! Up fucking now!" His mockingly placid wood-
toned eyes instantly transformed into the furious devil! Snarling his
large teeth and showering the little sweetie down below with bubbling
yellowish spit as his tree-trunk arms tensed up to form punching
fists.

The sweetie Ryanne whimpered as tears finally melted from those
enchanting green eyes of hers and slid down her fresh and smooth
distraught face. It took significantly more to make her cry now.
Little girls' tears were now sparse, but still highly prized. She
clutched her crossed arms tighter against her small body. Her pretty,
sky blue painted fingernails dug into her delicate soft skin causing
bruised indentations and she hung her head even lower, trying to
shorten her neck and just hide or disappear, wishing she were more
like a turtle. She was so scared that she was shivering.

Her sensible mind tried to will her on to just keep quiet and just
climb up over his knees and suck on him, just like he wanted. But her
subconscious cruelly kept flashing the memory of the rancid, gut
wrenching taste of it on her stuttering little mouth. She truly was
caught in two moments. As her perfect preteen body made the slightest
shuffle to get up to do the deed, she would then freeze and be unable
to continue her journey up the mountain to be a preteen cocksucker.

The preteen knew that her hesitation was dangerous, but she didn't
know what to do! She dropped down to the floor again, this time
curling her whole body over against the floor, closer resembling the
turtle form that she wanted and began sobbing pitifully. "*sob*
*sniff* P... *sob* please U... U... Uncle E...Ehiot... I c... can't do i... it
any... eee... m... m...hore *sob* . P... please don't hurt me! Please! I... can
still rub you good, I c... c...han!" Her weak attempt for mercy and
forgiveness was matched by her equally weak crouched over form that
was clutched tight and shaking, her once composed and straight hair
now an octopus tangled mess in all directions over her back and head.

Fuck this is hot Elliot thought. 7-year-old baby fucking slut cunt
begging for mercy. He needed more of that, she was halfway there. Now
she needed to be hurt and punished! With his gigantic combat boot-clad
foot he swung it out to his right and THUMP! Caught her under her left
arm right into her fragile little body. The force was enough to make
her fly a foot to her right and flip her over.

"Ugh... *cough* ... Ugghhh... Uh... ow... owww... *sob* *sob* *sob* uhuh...uhuh ...
ooohhh.... Ooowww *sob* uuh owww!" Ryanne the preteen beauty was now
writhing on her back clutching the spot on her belly that felt like
had been stomped by an elephant. Her eyes were rapidly blinking as
tears spilled out and she heard the drops patter down onto the floor
by the side of her face as her face was wrinkled and contorted in
pain.

She didn't notice the large shadow of the boot glide past her face
until it was already down on her young chest pressing down. As the
pressure increased she thought she was going to be crushed to death.
She began making loud coughing and choking noises to try and make him
stop, but then desperately tried to push his size 14 foot off of her
body with her weak arms to no avail and then just cried helplessly.
She coughed and grimaced her always pretty face as she now felt the
pressure against her belly.

After only a few seconds, but to her an unbearable eternity, the
pressure finally stopped. She rolled over onto her side and breathed
heavily, tears and saliva mixing at the creases at the edge of her
lips as she coughed herself to life. "Here have a tissue slut." Elliot
reached over and grabbed a tissue from the side of his bed and threw
it down on the still, bawling little girl. It floated slowly down and
landed on her upturned left shoulder like a flower petal on a young
bridesmaid. She slowly reached for it and wiped up her face, it helped
to subside the waterworks. She then just stayed lying down as still as
a battered preteen slut.

"Well?!" Strainer looked down impatiently at his unfortunate prize,
giving her a much more restrained nudge with the same boot. He had
been ultimately aroused by watching the perfectly pretty 7-year-old in
such absolute distress, especially since he had inflicted it. The
soft, light feel of her body against the end of his foot and her
resultant pain was just the icing on the cake! His already mega hard
phallus had just popped another few veins and hardened into structural
grade steel. It got to the point where it was next to unbearably
uncomfortable, as if his rapist pedo cock was about to explode if it
did not get to feed on preteen!

She wiped her face again with the edge of her already dirty short
sleeve and as if in slow motion, pushed herself up onto her knees with
considerable difficulty because of her bruised belly. She sobbed once
more as she reached up and hoisted herself higher to stand by grabbing
hold of each of Strainer's dry and hairy kneecaps that were larger
than her small hands. The scale of size difference between the two, as
well as age, factored into creating one of the sexiest pairings out.

In a broken, trance-like state Ryanne let her face flop down as her
body rose up to meet and please the ravenous cock. The line of sight
of her dull, down-turned stare resulted in following Uncle Elliot's
legs upwards, like a sorrowful death march. From his just plain
frightening, black, heavy laced combat boots to his ugly and smelly
sewer green socks, then to the length of his unsightly thick shins
carpeted with scratching stubble-thick dark blonde hairs.

The momentum of doom was interrupted when her sight reached his knees,
since they were covered with her own nice little girly hands. She
liked the shiny blue polish on her fingernails. They always used to
make her feel special and pretty because other girls at school didn't
wear it.

She paused momentarily upon seeing the opaque and beautifully marbled
jade bracelet upon her left wrist. She had worn it constantly since
she was 3 years old. It had become an even more comfortable, permanent
feature to her than a watch is to some others. She knew her Daddy
bought it for her, and he would always remind her of the story behind
it and how fittingly beautiful it was for a girl like her. She had
been so used to it being on her body that it became unnoticeable to
her. She didn't realize what it truly meant until now when for what
seemed like the first time she saw it as separate to her own body.

"Daddy... mommy...home..." She thought of, and mouthed those 3 words with
her super tender rose tinted lips before closing her eyes tightly
shut, squeezing out the last precious tears and opened her tiny pert
mouth into a perfect lower case 'O' and rolling her tongue to the back
of her mouth. She leaned forward to the awful stench of the enlarged,
throbbing and heat-radiating cock head. Her mouth wavered again at the
stench and knowledge of the bad disgusting dirty thing she was about
to do. With her lower jaw rhythmically oscillating between the lower
case 'O' and a semi-circle while her cute button nose wrinkled up
slightly as she got close, as too her eyelids squeezed even more
tightly shut.

The stench was overwhelming and intoxicating, dried piss and the heavy
odor of cum crust and flakes caked along the fringes of the turgid
wrinkled foreskin that was rolled right back to reveal a bloated red
prick head in full bloom. Not only that, but the continual ooze of
gooey precum seemed to act as an enhancer to all of those sickening
smells of raw cock power.

Just before her irresistible 7-year-old mouth made contact with the
simmering, bloated prick head she quickly took her hands off his knees
and she slid the polished smooth jade bracelet off her wrist, and let
it drop with a saddening clatter to the floor where it then wheeled
under the bed and out of sight. Now that she realized how significant
it was and what it represented, she couldn't bear to be doing the
filthy disgusting act of a baby blowjob in the loving presence of her
family - Daddy, mommy, her little bro and twin sisters and everything
else that home was. She didn't want to do this. In her overworked 7-
year-old little girl's mind she kept telling herself "I'm sorry. This
isn't me. I don't want to. I don't have a choice..."

Ryanne's oh-so-soft junior lips finally planted a gentle open mouthed
'kiss' right over the slimy cock head. Her tiny 7-year-old mouth would
always struggle to engulf the whole girth of the cock at once, so she
always had to start off with a piece and then struggle to slide her
way down like a true oral slut.

That first contact was electric as she planted herself just on the tip
of his prick again. "Aaarrggghhh..." Strainer at last sighed in both
relief and discomfort as his cock was soothed by her gentle suction,
but also the amazing sensation it caused sent a shocking nerve-
wracking jolt throughout his body that made him shuffle, wagging his
insane vertical lump of veiny muscle against her soft lips.

He combed his hands through her long luxurious chestnut hair once
more, smoothing down the messed up and tangled tresses straight and
gorgeous again, down the length of her small back. His strong,
domineering touch on her body made Ryanne forget her constantly
lingering apprehensions for the time being, and get into the rhythm
again of performing forbidden preteen oral sex like a 7-year-old slut.

Uncle Elliot's golden rule was always 'continual eye contact'. She
always had to look up at him with her helplessly sparkling green
little eyes no matter how scary he seemed. But it was just so
horrible, looking into his soul and his direct reaction to what she
was doing to him and his disgusting 'thing' made her feel so bad and
dirty. This was S-E-X at its fullest and she would be doing it just
like bad teenage girls more than twice her age!

Each of his groans, and scary lust stares would instinctively cause
her to close her legs and tense her baby body and also heighten her
senses to the taste and smell of the rotten mushroom cock. It made her
that much more aware of what she was doing, all the filthy things her
busy little mouth and tongue and lips were doing just to please him.

She fearfully remembered the golden rule and glanced up to him scared
and submissively once more. She saw the wicked lust stare of his that
made her gulp. To him the visual of the gorgeous little preteen girl
looking right into him like his slut as she was forced to pleasure him
in the most intimate way was simply a world-beater. It was so pedo
hot! He could see her sublime face and all of the special little
tricks she was doing to his boiling hot prick, and the full expression
of disgust and fear accompanied by her nut busting actions.

"C'mon, Ry baby whore. That's a sweetie... Argh... Keep going. You know
what to do." Uncle Elliot looked at her intently and nodded as he
brushed her with his chubby fingertips across her unblemished
forehead. The preteen slut took a deep slurping breath that bubbled
baby spit against his gaping pee-hole. "Aaarrgghh... Fuck. Good cunt."
Strainer tossed his head back and roughly slid his hands down her
smooth, thin arms as she raised them up so her piano-honed little
preteen girl fingers could tickle and fondle his bulging ball sack,
the same way she used to tickle her siblings when they played
innocently.

With her breath of fresh cock air she dived down, gradually and slowly
widening that lower case 'o' into a big 'O'. Her sweet lips slid
smoothly and teasingly down his fired prick head until her tiny 7-year-
old mouth had swallowed the entire putrid golf ball. The fluid baby
saliva that she allowed to drip out of her mouth provided a perfect
natural lubricant. "Mmppphhff..." She mumbled as she breathed with her
rose tinted cheeks stretched with the cock head, her sad green eyes
still locked on tantalizingly. Fuck she was just so sexy!

With her tiny pink tongue tucked away at the back of her mouth it was
now brushing its sloppy way across his jerking prick head. Running and
exploring gently right across the precum hole and gaping piss slit.
"Mmpphhfff... mmmppuuuhhh..." The 7-year-old mumbled again as she got
creative and circled her tongue around the head, rolling it back and
forth around and around the most sensitive patches and then striking
her little pleasure giver in jabs across the four quarters of the
package of meat that was in her mouth, dashing the sides of the
shuddering cock head with fore and back strokes.

It was just so fucking pedo hot as he saw her bulging little cheeks
filled with MAN MEAT and saw that cheeky preteen tongue of hers moving
all over the place in correlation with his extreme pleasure. Then he
saw it disappear as it lapped the underside onto his frenulum in fast
but timely flicks that were so light it was true teasing foreplay.
"Yaarrrgghh... fucking..." He groaned uncontrollably as her sleepy little
eyes widened in a knowing way that she was doing something special.
"What a fucking little slut." He thought.

Next she slid her little fingertips up from his sperm-laden scrotum
and slowly and gently tapped upwards on his hardened veiny shaft until
they reached up to her own lips and the base of the head. "Uuuhhh...
aaahhh...huuuhh..." She breathed a sigh as she slid her glossy coated lips
up off the heaven-sent head with her long preteen tongue still wagging
and brushing back and forth in preteen pleasure strokes across it as
her mouth retreated upwards. She was going to do the 'baby blowjob
drool' one of Uncle Elliot's favorite moves.

The little fuck muffin deposited a heavy dosing of baby drool onto the
pulsating head and brushed upwards against it with her bottom lip as
she removed her mouth from it, similar to what her tongue had been
doing before. At the same time she raised her head up while still
looking at him like a 7-year-old whore by widening her attractive
bright green eyes while a line of baby drool still connected her mouth
and lips to his spit dumped prick head and slowly licked across her
upper lips with that soft, smooth and wet baby tongue of hers. She was
giving the absolutely hottest fucking pedo preteen visual ever.

But as she raised her neck up and lengthened the drool line, her
delicate and thin little fingers closed around the bottom of the head,
just to where the foreskin was and with a bit more pressure they slid
down to the base. It felt like his cock was bursting at the seams! Her
cute preteen slutty shiny blue painted fingernails made it look and
feel even hotter.

It was a one-hit process that would always leave his body feeling
drained, with all the energy being zapped into his fucking raging hard-
on. The 7-year-old next lowered her face down to the cock again and
began gently blowing air all over the head with her peaked little
petal lips before closing in and dotting it with gentle peck-kisses.

Finally her small, warm tongue peeped out between her lips and started
stroking all over just like a lollipop. "Aaarrrggghh... fuckin... good
little girl... fuck Ryanne you baby whore... that's it. Just like a baby
lollipop you 7-year-old slut!" Methodically she licked long smooth and
sloppy strokes up the length of the shaft, going around in strips of
pleasure, each time when she got to the head though she brushed her
tongue across ways before starting again from the bottom.

"Uuuggghhaaahhhh!!! Fuck! Baby cunt! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Sluuuuuuuuuuuut!" It didn't take much more of this, despite the
harmlessly gentle pressure of the 7-year-old's tongue to cause a plain
fucking CUMSPLOSION!

"Yuuuhhh!.... Igh.. Ugh... Ick... Uuuhhhh!" The preteen cock sucker
squealed disgustedly and in fright as on the tip of her tongue she had
felt a flood of heat, and in her little hands she had felt a gigantic
cock rumble. In a fucking flash she was going deaf to Uncle Elliot's
terrifying monster yells and his painful bear grip on her tiny
shoulders, holding her in place as his yucky cock-thing blasted her
pretty little face with CUM! She tried to turn her head away but was
just fucking coated in the first wave as she wrinkled her face and
shut her eyes, but some stinging thick ooze cum globs still got in and
just fucking lined and coated the smooth skin of her cheeks and nose.
It was like someone had thrown a bucket of cum-wax on her face!

"Stay the fuck still... Yaarrgghh... Aaarrgghh.... Fuckin... Fuck... Baby
cunt!!!" He shook her hard until she was powerless but to just keep
her face right in front of the boiling firing line and sob like a baby
slut. It was fucking funny to see her just coated in lumpy hot thick
globs of the disgusting yellow tinged ooze. As she cried and
spluttered it bubbled up on her face. The interrupted sobs of her
sweet voice were so perfect, like little hiccups made by an angel.

Finally after 3 massive loads of cummage, the cock jerked violently
with no more juice. She just stood there as tense as a perfect statue,
with her arms straight and tight against her body and her shoulders
hunched up as her face bubbled and dripped with cum ooze. She could
hardly cry much any more as the cum pooled at her mouth each time she
did. "Oooohh baby whore Ryanne. That is such a nice face plateful of
cum you have. Hahaha." Strainer was breathing heavily after the
insanely intense baby blowjob experience, but still had his trademark
beaming grin. "Now eat it all up! Baby cunt! Eat it!" He gave her
another soft boot to her stomach. She keeled over and coughed and
whimpered. She tried to say something as her little lips vibrated, but
the only noise that came out were a series of sobs as she didn't want
to open her mouth wider.

"Just poke your sexy little tongue out and lick it up! Just like milk
and cream baby cunt. Yummy for your cunny. Especially made for sluts!"
He mocked and laughed. But now he was losing patience, "Fucking do
it!!!" He made an obvious noise as he raised a mighty limb to strike
her.

"*sob sob sob*" In plain terror she quickly poked the tip of her
tongue out to dab around her lips at the disgusting and rapidly
thinning liquid that began to drip all over her. She tasted a small
drop and swallowed it. She hated cum! She hated doing this baby
blowjob all the more because she always had to eat that disgusting
gunk.

"Fuck! Lap it up like a slut!" WHACK! SLAP! He gave her 2 hard smacks
on her left shoulder, the force was hard enough to rock her light and
weak 7-year-old frame.

"*sob sob sob*! Owww... ouucchhhh..... *sob*" She rubbed her sore shoulder
as she licked up all around her lips gathering a mouthful of the gross
slop. The smell was so strong, so putrid, just like cock, it made the
task almost impossible. She tried to swallow first go.
"Bllluuurrr....uuurrrgghhhh...uuhhhh..." she managed to gulp some down but
gagged at the rest of the mouthful and it streamed out between her
lips and dribbled down her chin.

"Fuckin more! More! More!" SLAP! Another brutal smack was dutifully
delivered on the same spot to the poor beautiful child. She sobbed and
cried as she desperately tried licking all around her own face where
she could reach, eventually with her own hands clawing the gunk and
smoothing it down her face to near her lips in a panic and licking it
up.

Only about ¼ of the CUM she managed to swallow, she wretched and
gagged at the rest, letting it dribble down her face and chin but she
cupped her little hands and wiped it on her own skin so that not too
much would go on the floor and so she wouldn't be punished for it. She
was a bright girl, so was now quite accustomed to his perverse
thinking of how she should best please him.

"That is fucking good. But if you don't swallow at least half next
time... We will have real sex again. Do you want that?"

"N...nuh...no... p...please... I'll be good Uncle Elliot *sob*... P...Please I... d...
don't want real... s...sex *sob* N...next time I'll *sob* swa...swallow m...
hore..." The 7-year-old beauty with her eyes half open shook her head
frantically. For fear of another BRUTAL FUCKING!!!

"We'll find out." An amused Elliot Strainer smirked. "Now clean up
this slut mess!"

"Y...yes!" Ryanne chirped in panic. A fair amount of CUM had splattered
on the floor. The 7-year-old little girl was now rolling around in it
so that her clothes would absorb it, the way he liked her to clean.
Her broken spirit breathed in faint relief as she felt his gaze and
attention shift off her as his cruel cock softened and the bed creaked
as his weight was lifted from it. He got up and walked out of the
room, leaving her like a preteen slut stretching her sexy preteen
cutoff T-shirt and her skirt out in front of her to dab up the CUM
like a sponge.

***

Already hiding under the bed, the darkness that would have been cause
for nightmares for Marti and any other 6-year-old child like her had
now become a temporary, comfortable safe-haven. But even though she
could block out the sights of him, Uncle Elliot, she couldn't escape
his primeval mating call.

His guttural groan of pleasure made her sick to her stomach and
elicited memories and tastes of giving preteen head. The little 6-year-
old girl thought it was the most disgusting thing in the world. The
BRUTAL veiny rod of slime-leaking, hardened flesh was always the
monster in her nightmares now, and to have that gigantic piss hose
inside of her mouth and have to 'do things' to it made her feel
violated despite her young age, but most of all shameful and
depressed, in much the same way a raped hot teenage slut would feel.

She rolled around in the dark on the cold floor under the bed, singing
the words "Oooohhh be quiet. Please be quiet. I don't want to hear.
Lalalalala. Stop, stop, stop. Oooohh why am I here? I don't want to
see that thing." With her cock-hardening-ly sweet 6-year-old voice to
herself to prevent his bestial roars from penetrating her mind.

Unfortunately for her it didn't work. Each of his frightening MALE
pleasure calls elicited images of her lovely sister and best friend
Ryanne performing the sluttiest preteen blowjob. All the little
intricacies that they were forced to perform in order to make that
terrible pee-pee cock thing expand and 'vomit' slime on them she felt,
even with her gullible 6-year-old mind, was just plain wrong. All of
that kissing, all of that licking and all of that sucking, rubbing and
stroking on such a revolting thing as Uncle Elliot's ginormous,
oozing, purple penis so intimately close to her face felt so unnatural
and always made her cry.

It wasn't long however until she heard his voice raised in fear-
inducing anger, followed by the harsh, shattering sound of smacks and
the disturbing, but mellow melody of a little girl bawling. The sound
of the blows against Ryanne's tender preteen flesh had just about
brought pain to her own wriggling little body, and also reached to the
depths of her innocent and kind heart. The bond between the 2 could be
comparable to the closest of twins, and to hear her strong big sis,
and self-proclaimed protector being mashed like a slut and crying out
hopelessly for mercy made her impressionable young mind explore all of
the possibilities that Ryanne might die or be badly hurt.

"No... no... noooo. Aiiieeeee....!" Marti squealed at the thoughts, her
tormented 6-year-old body rocking around on the floor, back and forth
rather violently to cope with her internal angst and occasionally
banging against the bed legs. It felt as if the ringing sound of the
shocking smacks, coupled with Ryanne's cries of pain and her
disheartening sobs were never ending in the darkness. In that moment
that fussy, spoilt little preteen cuntlet Marti felt like the darkness
was now no longer a comfort, but more the place of nightmares that she
used to think it was, like it was suffocating her. Desperately she
scampered out from under the bed and jumped up on it before rolling up
into a ball and trying to sing the same words. Ironically she became a
bit relieved at the renewed and insatiable groans of pleasure from
Uncle Elliot when they had finally returned that replaced the BRUTAL
noise of strong blows against tender 7-year-old flesh in between the
squeaky sobs of the little girl.

Lying down on the bed, rigid as a perfect little doll and staring
blankly up at the polished white ceiling, Marti gave in and allowed
the overwhelming sexual noises coming from the next room to permeate
her mind with images of MAN on 7-year-old little girl sexual filth,
all the way through to the earth shaking climax and Ryanne's faint,
sweet voice tinged with the desperation of her helpless youth being
matched up against a much more powerful and matured MAN.

The 6-year-old pageant winner was relieved it was finally over for her
beloved sister, even though she could still hear her muffled pleas
through the wall and could taste and feel the revolting taste and feel
of the slimy cum goo all over herself in flashback. She even wrinkled
up her pretty preteen face in disgust and tossed her tongue around
inside of her mouth while squeezing her cheeks, as if to get the ropey
gunk out of her mouth even though her 6-year-old oral cavity was
empty. That is how much CUM revolted her and how much she hated that
symbol of MALE essence...

"UHHH...!" Marti screamed, her bones just about jumping out of her body
in shocked fright. Elliot Strainer was amused as he briskly stormed
into the next room, startling the absolutely gorgeous little 6-year-
old girl who was squirming around on the bed, and swiping at her face
as if she had accidentally swallowed a live earthworm. She stopped her
cute and funny little motions and sat up suddenly like a mechanical
hinge. Her normally narrow, deep and dark eyes were wide open, looking
at him with a delicious mixture of surprise, fear and insecurity.

Fuck she looked so sexy in that oversized and crude trailer trash t-
shirt. Exactly like the hapless abused little 6-year-old cunt she was.
She had her long legs spread at a slight angle, with her knees bent
and her little feet planted flat on the bed. Her body was tense and
upright while her hands reached down and grasped at her ankles.

Because of the upward angle of her thighs, the hem of the t-shirt had
slid off her legs back down to her pussy, leaving her delicately
yellow-tanned and lovely 6-year-old legs sheer and naked as well as
the side of her pert and smooth little butt. She was so startled and
scared by his sudden arrival that the speed with which she sat up had
not allowed her to adjust herself or cover herself up.

Each slow step he took towards her, he savored her increasingly
worried expression. Her eyes fixed on him, and her petite rose petal
lips and perfect 'o' mouth frequently opening and closing in rapid
little breaths, as if she was trying to think of something safe to say
but was unable to. He laughed mischievously as he saw her gaze quickly
shoot downwards and then back, from his heavy but free flaccid cock,
still moist with the blissful markings of her sister's baby blowjob.

When he got right to the edge of the bed he dropped his knees down and
knelt down on it, he was now only a foot away from the delicate
preteen princess. As the bed sunk down with his body weight she
shuffled around on the spot very uncomfortably, his hideous, fat snake
cock thing was right at her face level but she dared not look at it
because she knew it would arouse his attention even more. But having
his overbearing figure so close and virtually on top of her, she
couldn't help but hunch up and bring her slightly spread and bent legs
close together as well as frantically pull down the edge of the thin t-
shirt to cover up her knees and exposed bottom.

Strainer chuckled at seeing her trying to maintain some 6-year-old
girly modesty. He reached out with his thick, chubby hand and stroked
her on the left side of her smooth cheek before letting his hand trail
down her body to touch the baby soft flesh of her naked legs below her
knees. Fuck, he had a perfect 6-year-old baby cunt all to himself that
he could molest at will, she was all his. Pedo life is perfect.

His perverse, intrusive touch on her sensitive young skin made her
cringe. She felt a cold and sickening tickle in her stomach and right
up her spine as his hand clawed its way underneath the hem of the t-
shirt to molest her thighs and work its way up close to her baby
pussy.

"So what has my little girl been doing by herself in this room? Have
you been a good girl Marti-ni?" He asked as he pinched and kneaded the
top of her thighs close to her baby pussy, causing her pain.

"Y...yes Uncle Elliot. I have." She managed to snivel. "I... I was just
drawing."

"Oh did you now?" He scanned the room looking for her picture, seeing
the pathetic 6-year-old purple colored scrawl behind him. "I see. How
lovely." With his other arm he turned around to pick it up off the
floor. Marti now felt a bit embarrassed as she saw him studying the
picture bemusedly, she was also hoping he didn't take offence to what
it all meant.

"That's nice Marti-ni. I think I'll keep this one." He looked at her
from behind the drawing and tore it in half. The harsh sound of
tearing paper made her cower. He turned around one of the halves to
show her, it was the one of her happy family. Suddenly his face
morphed into a monstrous snarl. "Yaaarrgghhh!" He yelled at her as he
violently ripped it up into shreds right in front of her, showering
her with the scraps of her art like worthless confetti.

"Uuuhhh!" The nastiness and scariness of the action made her
reactively pull the collar of the t-shirt up over her face and cry in
utter dejection at the destruction of her very own illustration of her
lovely family, the one refuge away from this horrible ordeal. She shut
her eyes as tight as she could but couldn't help a flood of tears
being squeezed down her divine little face.

Fuck, it was moments like these that he lived for, and he didn't even
have to have his cock shoved into any slut either. The reactions these
little princesses gave him was priceless entertainment. It gave him an
unbeatable warm and fuzzy feeling inside. "It is actually a beautiful
little drawing you have here Marti-ni. I think I'll stick it onto the
fridge." He chortled, as he waved the amusing strip that depicted him
and his mutated monster cock about to 'eat' his two little preteen
pets in front of her, even though she couldn't see because she was
hiding like a turtle inside the t-shirt.

"It's too bad you're not interested in your own work, baby whore. Hold
on here." He smirked. "What did you draw this with? Of course... that
'special' purple crayon we use." He looked around the room and saw it
motionless in the corner. "Ah there it is! I think we can have some
fun with that crayon without even drawing anything now. Don't you
think Marti-ni?"

The 6-year-old shuddered and shook her whole body trying to express a
'NO'. She cried even louder. Her muffled voice trying to break
through. "N...nuh...nooo... *sob* Unnccchhhllee Eeewwwiot. P... pleasshhe
don't! I... it hurt too muchhhh lasshht tiiime...!"

"Sorry sweetie. I can't hear you. Why don't you pull your face up so I
can see and hear how pretty you are."

The preteen pulled the collar down and brought her head out, it
scraped her face as the fabric stuck to her sticky, wet, tear-stained
face. She struggled to compose herself as she tried to speak clearly.
"*sniff sniff* P... please Uncle Elliot. Don't use the crayon. Please,
please, please... It... it hurts too much *sob*. I... I... I... just don't...
pleeeease... *sob sob sob*." She began bawling again, knowing that
whatever she wanted never meant anything, no matter what she said.

She instinctively squeezed her legs shut, hoping it would never get
inside of her again. "Please... please... please." She blubbered in her
angelically sweet 6-year-old voice as she resorted to physical begging
by keeling over and crawling to him so she could sob against his large
body in wretched preteen patheticism. Fuck this was just so sexy!

She had her face pressed against the bed quilt as she dragged herself
across to him, so she was essentially crawling blindly. When she got
close enough and could sense the heat of his body she bravely reached
her hand up to try and to try and touch his arm, but her teeny cool
little fingers accidentally brushed against his firm, putrid cock-
flop. Taken aback she quickly recoiled. "I suppose that could work as
well sweetie." Elliot chuckled. The delicate brush of her cool little
fingers made his over sensitized cock jump excitedly.

"Uh-oh. That was a bad mistake." Marti thought to herself. She may
have awakened the beast. She retracted backwards, at a loss of what to
do to preserve the sanctity of her innocent 6-year-old body.

"Well sweetie. I'm gonna leave it up to you. I think you've already
found the way. I suppose there's something you can do for me if you
don't want the crayon. Look, I'm gonna count to 5 for you to do it,
and if you don't I'm gonna get the crayon." Strainer was beaming now.
It was a catch-22 of victory for him, defeat and humiliation for her.
He could feel the rush of blood expanding his swag of MAN MEAT once
more.

"1...2" She quickly made her move. Upturning her beautiful, shining wet
face, her long glossy black hair had stuck in various places, each of
the separated strands forming to resemble a fan. "3...4" She shuffled
over like a preteen sex pet to the cock and reached for it with both
hands, linking her fingers and squeezing the meaty prick head before
sliding her soft, young hands firmly down the frightening cock shaft,
folding the foreskin back and shooting a wave of pleasure right
throughout Strainer's body. "5...Yaaarrgghhh. Fuuuuck. Good baby whore
cunt."

The 6-year-old girl looked up at him sadly, in rhythm to her cock-
cradling little hands sliding up and down the hyper nerves of the
rapidly expanding cock, as if to communicate to him "See, I've made a
choice." But she didn't want to talk. To hear the sound of her own
voice, while doing this yucky immoral act would just make her feel
even more ashamed. But she'd stopped crying now, all she had was just
a blank and eternally sad expression. The only interruptions of her
silent destitution were occasional sniffles as tears somehow got up
her nose.

Strainer looked down at her knowingly. His own expression was a
mixture of elevating ecstatic pleasure, coupled with satisfied
contentment at ogling down into the miserable dark pitched eyes of one
of the most beautiful little 6-year-old baby sluts, resigning herself
to being a preteen cock slut, and a mutual understanding that she was
his and would have to do all that she could to please and pleasure the
cock, even though she hated it. Fear and terror was the only way in
turning such pure innocence BAD.

"Igghh.... Aaahhh... Baby whore what are you gonna do for Uncle Elliot
huh? C'mon, show me. Show Uncle Elliot what you can do for the big fat
cock! And it better be goooood." Elliot brushed the sticking, dark
strands away from her face with both hands, smoothing her silken
shoulder-length hair back so it regained its bouncy 'preteen beauty
pageant' form in thick layers across her slight shoulders and her
upper back. With her minute, piercing, dark brown pupils locked on his
she slowed down the pace of her baby jerk-off but increased the
pressure, visibly putting in effort with all of her feeble 6-year-old
strength to stroke the insanely hard and large MALE muscle that she
held.

Thick, slimy precum now seeped out of the piss slit, coating her
little hands in a shiny paste as they glided up and down the veiny
shaft. She was glad that what she was doing right now was enough, as
her face was far enough away so that she wouldn't be overwhelmed by
the stinking cock stench, although the realization that she would have
to do 'more' sooner or later was no comfort.

"Aaarrgghh... Fuckin... Baby cunt!" Strainer watched in utter fascination
as the 6-year-old worked her supple fingers around his inflamed shaft
like a pro. The prick grease allowing her to slickly roll his
stretched foreskin back and forth behind his bulging purple prick
head. She would massage down the length of the tight cock muscle with
pressure right to the base, but on her way up again she would only go
so lightly, it was more like a brush with her supple long fingers
tapping oh-so gently like she was playing a flute.

However, as her hands slid up to the base of the head and the frenulum
she re-linked her fingers together and with her thumbs positioned on
the underside of the head, on the frenulum she stroked and pressed it
so that she could feel his heat and cock throb beneath her fingers,
while simultaneously she wrapped her other fingers around the top of
the head and the hole where the continually seeping-out precum was and
that way she rubbed the turgid, meaty lump.

"Ahhh... aaarrrgghh.... Ha... Fuck!" Fuck he had taught this baby slut sex
so well. Only 6-year-old and a few days of being forced and beaten
into sexual activity and she had the cock tingling ingenuity of a
slut, let alone her own natural beauty. The sensation she caused as
her thin little girl's fingers wrapped around and pressed against him
in the most sensitive spots, like a little pixie, was mind blowing.
Each little movement her joined hands now performed on his stuffed
cock head caused the veins to visibly enlarge.

The ironic thing was that Marti was being a sensual sexy little
preteen tease without being aware of it, let alone wanting to. She was
using her hands in the best way she knew how to make that gross fat
cock happy, even if it just felt so awful and disgusting with all of
that slippery grease on her hands and in between her fingers and to
feel its heat and intense throbbing. But it was all in an effort so
that she hoped she wouldn't have to perform oral sex on it and put
that foul thing in her mouth. Although both of them knew it was going
to happen, she just didn't want to think about it.

"Now slut. Aaarrggh... do the ... Fuck... Next bit you fucking worthless ...
Yaaahh... whore!" Scared into action by his rough primal voice, Marti
tried to compromise and took a deep breath so that she wouldn't have
to smell the fuming stench of cock as she got close, before shutting
her eyes and leaning in to give it a quick peck kiss in between where
her fingers and thumbs were, just below the pee-hole. The sweet little
noise her kiss made was such an understatement of sexiness, being so
subtle and preteen. The way she kissed was a juxtaposition of
innocence in the sluttiest context.

The luscious and ultimately gratifying feeling of the little girl's
peaked 6-year-old lips on his prick for just a second was enough to
send a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body once more. "Oh...
you... fuck...ing... Aaarrgghh.... Fuck!... fucking ... little preteen ... tease ...
fucking preteen!" He was inconsolable, coughing up the words of abuse.

The wretched feeling of the icky slime sticking to her lips and the
wrinkled texture of the cock head further reinforced why she hated
giving head so much. She looked up scared and surprised as he shouted
at her those terrible names. "I... I'm sorry Uncle Elliot... I... I... thought
y...you would like that..."

"It's good you baby whore! But you can't ... Fuck... Expect to get away
with that without giving a full baby... Aaarrgghh... blowjob!" This was
the moment she was dreading. She wrinkled up her face in disgust
before slowly lowering her face, but the view from a distance would
look as if she and the cock were similar magnetic poles repelling each
other in an invisible force as she visibly struggled to bring her
pretty little face any closer.

"Look at me Marti-ni! Look at me when you do this! Always keep eye
contact, you slut!" Her shaken and scared eyes drifted upwards to his,
now locked in a gaze of torment. He held her hard with both hands
around her tiny waistline and tight belly as he braced himself for the
ultimate preteen oral pleasure. He was also enjoying the feel of her
slight body in his hands and was turned on by the idea of how easily
he could crush and hurt her if she misbehaved. She had such a
perfectly sexy 6-year-old body.

The preteen now slid her hands gently down the full shaft length to
the base to cradle the heavy ball sack to make room for her mouth. She
couldn't hold her breath long and inhaled deeply the putrid scent of
aroused pedo cock which made her hesitate again. The stench
overwhelmed her senses and she needed a few seconds to recover so that
she wouldn't puke. However as Elliot grew impatient he squeezed her
tight belly in his strong grip, so soon the baby slut was going down
on the boiling prick like the whore she was, her lips and her tongue
slobbering all over the peak of the prick head, allowing her baby spit
to slide down the rugged shaft where her hands would use it as a
lubricant to mould all around the base and sticky, wrinkly, furry
balls.

His wiry brown pubes often came undone and stuck to her hands, all the
while she moved her head around busily and flicked all over the
reddish glowing head with her pink tongue like a bullet and
intermittently giving loud deep kisses right on the peephole. Since
they were so loud, her mouth opened up with a large enough 'O' at the
end of it to take it inside and suck on it like it was some sort of
foul tasting flesh popsicle while her tiny tongue inside her mouth
stroked and pasted sloppily all over the underside of the head.

Each time Strainer squeezed her, she knew she had to up the ante
somehow, and become even more of a preteen slut princess. This time
she didn't know what else to do except try and take him even deeper
inside her tiny pert mouth and work her tongue even more busily by
flicking it faster and longer along the flesh rod, even though her
cheeks were already stretched and stuffed. "Mmmppphhhfff....
Shhhlllurrrp.....Mmmffff.... Ssssccchhhmmmppphfff..." Were the muffled and
sloppy noises the 6-year-old made with a mouthful of hard MALE penis.

When she felt the pulsating cock inside of her mouth begin to quake
too much in agitation, she slid her 'o' lips up and off the shaft with
a sucking pop. She was scared of being caught and drowned in a
CUMSPLOSION. Too cool it off she gently blew air right against the
head, all over like the sweet little girl she was before giving it a
soothing and flowery kiss. Next she smoothed the palm of her baby soft
little hands up the underside of the shaft and then gripped onto and
squeezed the spongy prick head with her fingertips before rubbing the
crown with alternating hands and turning and gently squeezing it in
the same way she would to squeeze the juice out of a half orange.

"Aaarrgghh fuckin God... Fuck... Fuck... Yaarrggh... Fuck hot baby slut cunt
fuckin' slab of fuckin' baby cuntlet fuck! Fuck!...Aaarrrgghh... you
fucking baby whore..." It was a terribly strange feeling for her. She
didn't feel happy, or proud exactly, but it was like halfway between
the two in the way she could sense how well she was doing at giving a
baby blowjob and that she could clearly see Uncle Elliot overcome by
pleasure that was all her own doing. But it made her sickeningly
ashamed of herself and she tried to think about something happy, like
life before she decided to go camping, although that didn't help
either, especially since she was conscious at the way that her smooth
little hands and nimble fingers were pulling tricks all over Uncle
Elliot's grotesque bulbous prick head.

"C'mon, Marti-ni baby whore. Down again." He squeezed her again, but
this time gently. Throughout the entire preteen oral performance he
had also enjoyed the feeling of her delicately smooth body in his
hands as he felt her up and molested her. Without another cue she
leaned down again and gave a long and luxurious lick with her moist
tongue from mid-shaft all the way up to the frenulum, following the
trail of a prominent vein.

However it didn't take much longer of her preteen 6-year-old mouth
plying all along the length of the cock with her velvety lips picking
out and kissing the most sensitive spots and her buttery little pink
tongue constantly flicking out pleasure throughout the nerves of his
now swollen and reddened cock to simply CUMSPLODE all over her face
and in her mouth, giving her much the same fashion as her sister.

Surprisingly, Marti took the dosing of CUM much better since she was
cleanly and squarely squirted on and had sadly accepted her fate this
time, not wanting to be MASHED like big sis in the next room she
gargled and gulped as the bubbling, white translucent ooze was
forcefully throttled down her throat.

As she was sucking the furrowed skin of his cock clean, Elliot
couldn't resist and bowled his pelvis into her face, knocking her down
on the bed and quickly grabbed her thin wrists, pinning her arms to
the bed. He shook and chafed his filthy, sweating and cum and spit
dripping genitals against the little 6-year-old girl's already
distraught face.

However, he was very pleased and satisfied by her baby blowjob so
pummeled her rather gently so as not to excessively hurt or startle
her. But all the more, it was still a sexy scene as the gigantic grown
man had a beautiful 6-year-old princess pinned down on the bed, with
her face blocked out by his busily gyrating crotch and her little legs
kicking out in distress.

SLAP!!! After using her face as a lovely tender cock towel he got up
and gave her a mighty hard slap on her exposed left butt cheek. The
juicy noise vibrated and rung around the room. She was so exhausted
and distraught her little mouth and dark eyes lit up and opened wide
to shriek but she couldn't manage to choke out any sound except for a
pitiful little girly gasp. He laughed at her as he got up and walked
out of the room. Finally flopping his semi-hard cock back into his
baggy boxers, as if returning a smoking and spent gun back into its
holster.

Again, Marti was crying and rolling around on her stomach, trying to
gag her uncontrollable sobs by pressing her sniveling face into the
bed quilt as she shook her head side to side. In a damp puddle of cum
on the quilt, frantically rubbing her bruised bottom, it felt like she
had a burn, a red welt was already forming on her perfect baby soft 6-
year-old sun-born skin.

***

Elliot Strainer slumped down on the couch, a chilled cold beer in his
hand. His body felt like it had overheated with pleasure. You can have
too much of a good thing, except for sexy little girls. He switched on
the TV, "And the 2 little girls that have gone missing... 6-year-old
Marti and 7-year-old Ryanne..." he changed the channel, "So detective
have you got any leads as to where Mr. Strainer is or the 2 little
girls?"

"Ahh fuck this. Hey you little sluts you're famous now! Every fuckin'
channel!" He laughed as he yelled out to them. They were probably
still moping about pathetically in the adjacent rooms after being
forced to perform preteen oral sex. He pressed PLAY. "Ah that's
better." He chuckled.

He wasn't all about sex with these 2. It was how innocent, beautiful
and perfect these little girls were that made them so irresistible.
Throughout the years he had gathered a handy collection of their
pleasant home videos, little girls just being little girls.

This particular one showed a family barbecue. He had shot it himself
about half a year ago...

They were both in colorful light summer dresses bouncing up and down
on the trampoline giggling hysterically, each of them trying to jump
higher than the other. "Look Uncle Elliot! I can do a somersault!
Watch, watch, watch!" Ryanne beamed joyfully as she bounced up with
all of her 6-year-old strength, her supple young body flipping over
into a little ball of color, but she wasn't able to land it properly
so plummeted down like a heavy bomb into the mesh "Aaaiiiieeeee!!!!
Hehehehe!" she shrieked as she rolled around while still bouncing
around on the mesh.

Her landing sprang Marti off of her feet, making her slip down onto
her face. Her tropical little dress flipped up exposing her tiny,
stretched yellow panties and the tender, lightly tanned flesh midway
up her back. Strainer laughed at his own photography as the footage
zoomed right up between her legs from behind, the cock-stiffening
crease of her baby pussy lining through the fabric. "Hehehe. Yeah
right Ryanne... See Uncle El, she couldn't do it!"

"Oh yeah Marti lets see you do better." Ryanne challenged her little
sis cheerfully with the cutest smile showing the white line of her
baby teeth.

"Ok then. Watch this Uncle El! I can do jumping handstands." Without
hesitation she got up, balanced herself then reached down with her
hands and kicked her legs vertically in the air quickly before
bouncing around on her hands about 5 times, her dress had now slipped
down over her face, exposing the tender preteen flesh from just below
her baby titties, as well as her smooth taut belly and her panties,
then her long, flailing legs.

"Whoa, fuckin hot." He heard himself say, just audibly. He laughed
loudly and chugged another round of beer.

Because her eyes were covered by her dress and she was trying too hard
to impress Uncle Elliot, she had no idea when Ryanne looked at the
camera mischievously and acted out an obvious tip-toe walk towards her
sister before grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her aerial legs
apart and pushing them back down to the trampoline mesh.

"Wha...? Aaaiiieee!!!" This time it was Marti's turn to scream as she
fell and tumbled around the trampoline, her dress was still upturned,
obscuring her vision but giving others plenty of her half naked
exposed body.

Trying to make a show for the camera, and Uncle Elliot, Ryanne looked
at him with the same bad-girl grin before jumping on her little
sister. "Uuuuhhh! Ry... get off! Why did you do that for?!"

"See... told you. You couldn't do it either." Ryanne teased as she
pinned Marti down.

"Now, now Ryanne. I think Marti did a pretty good job." He heard his
own perfectionist grooming behind the camera. "And that was pretty
cheap of you young lady as well." He laughed. "Ok, ok I know how we
can work this out. Ry if you can pin Marti down for 10 seconds I'll
watch you have another go at the somersault, but if Marti pushes you
off then she can do her handstands and you can't push her down."

"Ok." Ryanne beamed back at him. She didn't get sad like she was being
told off because Uncle Elliot always said it in laughter and always
made it fun, so she never lost with him around, or so she used to
think.

He took great pleasure in seeing the hot preteen sluts struggling and
wrestling against each others bodies in close contact as their long
hair brushed up in a silky tangle, Marti's black and Ryanne's light
brown, like a cappuccino swirl. He started the long count, savoring
each second as they desperately fought against each other with hot
little gasps and moans, exerting all of their energy. Ryanne kept
trying to press her undeveloped preteen chest against her little
sister's tummy below her, while Marti had grabbed both of Ryanne's
wrists and was fidgeting to shift off her bodyweight. All the while
she was thrusting her pelvis high into the air to push big sis off.

To see the little girl's sexy sheer legs and fucking tight, tight,
tight panty-line kicking around like a striptease was fucking unreal.
Ryanne meanwhile was trying to press her knees against little sis'
side to keep her still, as she bent down her dress too rode up
slightly to expose her bright pink panties, the fabric stretched tight
over her sexy butt so that the faint outline of her sweet features
could be seen. The most enticing part was following the crease up
between her legs though, until the line was teasingly blocked by the
pink cotton junior sized panty.

Both baby whores were going at it incredibly hard. Their hands
probably explored every other inch of each other's sexy preteen bodies
in that 10 seconds, and they were just too innocent and distracted to
realize the soft core pedo meaning of it all. By the time the 10 count
was up, much to her credit, the younger slut Marti had managed to
fight her way up against her big sis so that they were both sideways
in each other's grasp.

When it was over, they both looked up at the camera, breathing
heavily, their little silken legs were locked together, still rubbing
against each other up and down. They discovered that they liked the
feeling of one another way.

"So who won? Hehehe..." They both cooed sweetly, giggling and blushing
to each other and at Strainer. It was kinda embarrassing and it was
all being recorded as well.

"Well girls I think we have a draw!" The two of them looked into each
other's smiling face and giggled as well.

"Hehehe. You couldn't beat me Ryanne. And you're supposed to be
stronger." Now Marti teased back.

"Well... well... well... You just got lucky! Hmmppff! But I beat you every
other time. So which one of us gets to show you our move, Uncle El?"

"You can both do it at the same time. Help each other out. Like, well
both of you stand up." Untangling their bodies, they both stood up
with a sexy little-girl "I'm waiting..." stance with their hands on
their hips. "Ok now Marti you go and stand behind Ryanne and hold her
around the waist so that you can help throw her up to do her
somersault."

Both baby cunts looked back at him rather puzzled. "I dunno if it'll
work." Marti said.

"Ha, neither do I sweetie but we can give it a try. It might be the
only way we can get Ry to do her somersault." He winked at Ryanne
sarcastically, who got the jest and giggled back smugly.

"Well, OK I'll try." The hot little girl Marti walked casually behind
her sister and held her around her thin waist. Her unaware little
fingers tapped and danced around Ryanne's sensitive belly and the top
of her baby cunt pubic mound, trying to get a grip.

"Hehehe. Marti that tickles!"

"Oh, sorry... Sis!" Marti silly-laughed back cheekily.

Smiling back at the glorious playful innocence of the baby cunts,
Strainer instructed them. "Ok muffins. Now both of you bend down at
the knees and when you're ready Ry, give the signal and then jump and
Marti will try to boost you up."

"Um, ok. Hehehe. Let's see how this works... Ready, Mart?"

"Yup!" Both baby sluts crouched down slightly, unaware how sexy the
direct contact between their bodies was, mimicking a preteen lesbo
pose.

"Go!" All at once in a big jumble, they both were propelled upwards
with the force of Ryanne's jump, and then both bounced back down onto
the mesh on their tummies. However Marti landed on top of Ryanne in a
painful squish, now it looked as if she had mounted her big sis doggy
style as Marti's crotch was grinding against Ryanne's pert, wiggly
ass.

"Awww... ah... That didn't work out so well." Ryanne sighed and moaned
comically in pain. "Now get off me Mart!" Out of breath, they both
struggled to be free of the other, resulting in an innocent simulation
of clothed preteen incest porn as Marti groped and grinded against her
big sis to find leverage to get up.

"Hahaha girls. That wasn't any good." They both frowned back at him.
"Maybe we should try Marti's handstand now, I think I know how to make
this one work." Both baby cunts nodded in agreement. "Now Marti go and
do your handstand, and Ry, you hold your sister's ankles to balance
her." Like good little cunts they immediately responded. Again Marti's
dress dropped down over her upper half to expose her panel flat
preteen belly and sweet, sweet baby panty-line.

"Hehehe. Marti your undies are showing!" Ryanne exclaimed, she tried
to assist and protect her little sister's modesty in front of Uncle
Elliot by attempting to fold her dress in between her legs to at least
cover up her sexy yellow cotton panties.

"Oh!" Marti was too excited by everything else she didn't even notice,
and blushed shyly, even though the dress covered most of her face.

"Nah, nah girls. Just leave it. I don't care. Ha! You'll need both
hands for this though Ryanne." Strainer quickly tried to turn their
attention away and onto the task so that they wouldn't cover up. With
complete loving trust, Ryanne dropped the hem of the dress again and
replaced her hand on Marti's ankle. "Now so you both are really
balanced, Ry put your head between Marti's legs and rest your chin
there." Unsure and cautiously, Ryanne did as she was told, even though
it sounded rather odd. But she had known this man since before she
could remember and loved and trusted him with everything.

"Whoa, good girl." Strainer gulped as she complied. "Now Marti cross
your legs around your sister's neck if you can." With silent
concentration the half naked preteen slowly bent her legs around
Ryanne's neck. "Excellent... Now try and bounce up and down together."
Gently, without gaining air they bounced on the trampoline mesh.
Ryanne's face dug in between Marti's legs against her panties and
Marti's legs locked harder against Ryanne, pushing her face further
into her own clothed baby pussy. It was both a fuck funny amusing
scene, as well as fucking pedo hot with a topping of preteen unaware
innocence!

"Girls, Elliot! It's lunch time!" Their young hot slut fuck slut cunt
mommy called them in, making the baby cunts instantly drop their
'uncomfortable' pose and collapse onto the mesh. They had forgotten
how hungry they were with all of their antics.

"See, we did it, Uncle El! Cool! Quick, let's go for lunch!"

"Oh yeah I'm cumming... Fuck."

After that, the screen shutoff and went blank, bringing him back into
the present.

"Ahhh yes. Nothing's gonna interrupt me now from having you 2 exactly
the way I like. Is there you sluts?!" Strainer yelled out to the
captured preteen beauties in the bedrooms. Not surprising he didn't
get an answer. "Marti! Ryanne! Get the fuck out here now, you fuckin'
baby whores! Fuckin' now!" He yelled. Just for the sake of it, to make
them even more scared, fearful and bind them closer to him. And to
prove how much control he had over them.

In no more than a few seconds, the 2 baby cuntlets scampered out of
the rooms like naughty little girls that were about to be lined up and
punished. As they rushed out of the doorways, the 2 sisters looked at
each other. It was a strange feeling, as if they had been reunited
after a long time, although it had only been a few hours. But it was
understandable, seeing what they both had been through.

Their undeveloped preteen vaginas were still raw and painful from the
BRUTAL FUCKING that they had taken only a few days earlier, when they
had lost their virginity and become preteen sluts. The force of a
fully grown and hardened MALE cock inside of their sweet meat bodies
caused true injury. They couldn't really run, only trot as fast as
their little feet could flutter, the lips of their redly swollen and
bruised baby pussies would otherwise rub against each other
excruciatingly. But still, each forward step they took was very sore
and they both bit their lower lips gently and whimpered like raped
little girls to distract from the deep, stinging pussy pain. The pain
surged right up inside of their bodies into their bellies and almost
made them collapse from overexerting themselves. Even standing up was
a telling bother for them and their young, raped vaginas.

The look the sweeties shot each other was one of pure fear. They both
had a telepathic understanding of how scared they were at Uncle
Elliot's loud and angry voice beckoning to them as if they had done
something wrong.

When they dashed out of the rooms and were standing behind his sofa,
they started walking carefully around the front towards him although
they were wary to keep at least a foot apart from each other as every
time they got close to each other to share in each other's loving,
sisterly comfort against this horrid ordeal, he would always notice
and make them do something yucky together.

"Well come on! Get the fuck over here!" They jumped in fright as they
were shouted at again with a bad word and scampered over and stood in
front of him promptly. They were still not over the trauma and disgust
of having to perform preteen oral sex on him yet so both were lightly
shaking all over.

He just sat there on the couch obscenely, slouching and burping with
his beer, staring at them like the most perverse creep that he was.
Both of them could feel, just from his scary and hungry eyes, his
hands against their tender young, shivering bodies. He kept eyeballing
them, not saying a word. Leaving them squirming on the spot in great
discomfort and struggling not to look down at the not-as-scary floor.
Although they were too afraid to turn their gaze from him, incase that
was what he was waiting for, an excuse to hurt them again.

Both baby cunts looked just so fucking hot! Ryanne's gorgeous straight
long brown hair draped over her shoulders, as she stood there like a
model with one knee slightly bent. Her cum-stained clothes with the
blue Hello Kitty cutoff-T and her white short skirt were more in the
slutty teen fashion, although shrunk down to preteen. He smirked as he
thought how the 7-year-old baby slut got those clothes just to seem
cool and grown-up like a girl twice her age. Her beautiful young face
had such attractive soft features, although they were unnaturally
fixed stern with worry.

And Marti in her rude trucker trailer trash slutty cuntlet oversized t-
shirt was just looking the sexy doll. It gave him a warm feeling
inside to know how naked that 6-year-old baby cunt was if he just
ripped off that one item of clothing. She was so nervous he could
taste it. Her little fingers twitched at her sides, fiddling with the
edge thread of the worn t-shirt, she occasionally sniffled too and she
was so fucking shy she wouldn't be able to keep eye contact with him
for long.

The long and most awkward silence, coupled with his grotesque ogling
of their preteen bodies became unbearable for them. Now they'd both
preferred it if he'd at least yell some foul abuse at them that
wouldn't even be found in an R-rated movie. "W...what d...did you call us
for Uncle Elliot?" Ryanne made the brave move.

"Did I call you over here baby whore?" He asked matter-of-factly. They
both nodded slowly. "I didn't call you over here!" He yelled at them
again, just for kicks, so loud that beer spittle sprayed on their
pretty little faces. They jumped up in sudden fright, now preparing
for the worst. Just so scared!

They looked at him puzzled, but didn't dare to say anything else now.
"Well what the fuck are you 2 doing here?!"

"I... Y...you called us..." Ryanne quivered, scared to the depths of her 7-
year-old pussy. "Um... uh... I... I dunno..."

"Is that the best answer you have?!" She shook her head anxiously,
hoping that it was the right thing to do. Marti now visibly tried to
distance herself between the 2, wishing to stay as a casual observer
despite her deep, unconditional love for her older sister, she didn't
see the point in joining in.

"And where the fuck are you going little miss cunt slut?!" Strainer
turned his violent attention to Marti, who was trying to back away but
duly stopped dead in her tracks.

"N...n...nowhere! I wasn't going anywhere Uncle Elliot..." She squeaked
out.

"Yeah, so I'm asking you. What the FUCK are you doing here?!!!" They
both started panting heavily in panic, trying to think of an answer,
and completely befuddled as to what was happening or what he wanted.

"W...We...We...We...um...ahhh...*sob*...I'm s...sorry I d...don't *sob* know!" The
blubbering baby cunt broke down. "P...please don't hurt me Uncle Elliot
pleeease!!!" Ryanne trembled and shook her body on the spot like she
was throwing a shopping tantrum, except this time the tears really
meant something. "Please don't hurt me! Please! I...I really don't know
w...*sob* what you want... b...but I'll do whatever it... it is...!"

"Oh, so you don't want me to hurt you Ryanne sweetie?" She tearfully
shook her head, with her mouth in an open, wavering frown. "But what
if I hurt... HER!!!"

"UUUHHHH!!!" They both screamed as he lunged at Marti, squeezing the
tiny sub-4ft 6-year-old with all of his massive strength. He looked
with wild, crazy eyes at a horrified Ryanne right next to him as he
roughly pinched and pushed all over Marti's frantic, struggling and
pained young body. "Is this ok is it?! Is it you selfish preteen
slut?!" He yelled and spat in Ryanne's face as he punched and squeezed
and pinched and poked all over her little sister's vulnerable body.

"No!... No!...No! Stooop! Uncle Elliot pleeease *sob* Stoooop! It!!!"
Ryanne reached out and tried to break them apart but of course her 7-
year-old strength meant less than nothing! Her irresistibly beautiful
and tear drenched little face appealed with everything she had to make
him stop MASHING Marti.

"Then answer the fucking question, dammit you fucking little 7-year-
old slut!!! Why are you here?!" They argued as she continued with
futile effort to free her little sister.

"I don't know! I don't knooooow!!! I'm s...sorry!!! Let her go! Please!
You're choking her!!! *sob* U...Uncle Elliot!"

"It's because you're a SLUT you cunt! You fucking baby cunt! You're a
fucking preteen SLUT! You're here because you're a SLUT!!! Now why are
you here?!!!"

"*sob* B...because I...I'm a sl...slut! I'm a slut! I'm o...over here because
I'm a slut!!!"

"What about her?! Is she a slut?! Huh?!" In the cavalcade of child
abuse Strainer motioned down towards the rapidly weakening and red-
faced little girl that he was simultaneously bear-hugging with one arm
and beating with the other.

"Y...yes *sob* she is a slut! P...please let her go!"

"Why are you here again?!"

"B...because we're sl...sluts!!!" She cried with sustained effort.

"W...what type of sluts?!"

"Uhh...Uh... Baby sluts, p...preteen sluts...?"

"Because you're HOT PRETEEN SLUTS! Tell me again why you 2 are here!"

"B...because we're h...hot preteen sluts!"

"What are you?!"

"*sob sob sob* HOT PRETEEN SLUTS!!!"

"Good cunt." He finally released the poor, abused 6-year-old, letting
her drop to the floor. Of course she was unaware of all that had just
flashed by in the past minute. "See sweetie that wasn't so bad."
Elliot laughed before walking off to the kitchen, finally leaving them
in a war-torn and short-lived peace.

Ryanne slumped over the form of her limp sister. Crying, checking and
massaging her precious young body back to consciousness. They embraced
and hugged each other deeply. Even though the foul and overwhelming
scent of CUM was everywhere on them, they had to share in each other's
love and company by sobbing on each other's shoulder.

"W...when *sob* *sniff sniff* will we go h...*sob* home R...*sob* Ry?"

"*sob* I...I d...don't kn...kno...hoooo..."

"I...I w...want to s...see mommy and D...Daddy... *sob*"

"S...so d...do I...*sob sob sob*"

They rested against each other's shivering but warm young bodies for
another few minutes, ever conscious that they would soon be disturbed.
Their cappuccino combo hair now stuck to each other's sticky faces
once more. They could hear Elliot shuffling around in the kitchen, and
each noise made them freeze like they were playing the child's game
'Mr. Wolf'.

After a while the tears subsided and gaining from each other's
presence they were finally able to raise their faces up off each
other's body. They looked at each other's stony, sad faces, almost as
if it were a mirror, and then gently wiped the fan of hair away that
was sticking to each other's face with their caressing fingertips.
Finally giving each other kindly smiles. Ryanne's blurry green eyes
drifted downwards and she started giggling. "Hehehe. Marti you're t-
shirt is way big on you, it looks funny."

Marti looked back at her plainly. "I don't like it." She raised her
arms and watched how the hole of the sleeves could probably fit in at
least 5 of her slight arms and looked down at how the collar drooped
so low it was only just above her 6-year-old baby nipplets. "Hehehehe.
But it does look funny." They both giggled again in the sweetest
little girly tones as they saw the comparison, almost forcing it out
to make themselves even feel one bit happy. It reminded them of when
they used to play dress-up with mommy and Daddy's clothes at home.

However there wasn't all that much for these two beautiful preteen
muffins to be happy about and their expressions soon dropped into a
dullness. "*sniff* R...Ryanne..."

"Hmmm?"

"What's a hot preteen slut?"

"I...d...don't know. B...but we are hot preteen sluts. We have to say we
are..."

"I don't want to be one. *sniff* I don't like being a hot preteen
slut."

"Me neither..."

"Oh but you are!!!" Elliot's voice behind them made them both jump and
seize the comfort of each other's hands instinctively. They were too
afraid to turn around, as if they'd been caught red-handed committing
the crime of immoral sluttiness. He could see their beautiful
pearlescent faces and features reflected in the smooth blackness of
the TV screen, stunned, like a class snapshot of exquisite preteen
purity. "And I think some other MEN that you will we meet soon will
certainly think so as well."

To be RAPETINUED.....

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