Cynthia couldn't help but chuckle silently to herself as she watched her boyfriend keep impatiently glancing out the window. Dylan's tension and excitment were palpable, counting the minutes go by. 

"Maybe she won't find us... we're pretty far out here," Dylan said, pacing in circles again.

"Relax, sweetie. I told her exactly where to go and promised her the best candy she could imagine. I swear she's the most innocent and cute little cub I could find trick-or-treating by herself. You'll see." Cynthia had decided to give her boyfriend a very special treat this Halloween. One that would be arriving any moment now. She may have been better at hiding it, but Cynthia was every bit as nervous and excited as he was. "I guess that's one of the advantages of living in a small town, some parents don't watch their kids too close..."

The perverted couple had set themselves up in an abandoned shed almost a mile from anywhere. It was a straight walk out from the last street corner at the edge of town, by an old farming field that hadn't been used in decades. Just a wide open space in the middle of nowhere. Cynthia knew it was an ideal place for indulging in one of their most taboo fantasies and they'd spent a couple days turning the old shed into a cozy little hideout. It was an easy task moving rugs, chairs, and gear using Dylan's truck, which they'd left parked just behind the shed.

Suddenly, Dylan's ears perked up as he spotted something outside. His eyes had locked onto the window as a grin spread across his face. Their prize had arrived.

"I see her... she's coming this way!" He readied himself beside the door, "You weren't kidding, she's a cutie. Smaller than I thought, too... have any idea how old she is?"

Cynthia winked, "Don't know for sure, but she's tiny enough to be in the single digits, don't you think? I told you I'd get a good one. Now get ready to grab her and let's have some fun."

A lone trick-or-treater approached the door, looking a little lost and very timid. She was dressed up in a bright pink princess costume, complete with plastic tiara and fuzzy slippers. She seemed intimidated by the shed as she looked up at the wooden door. After a few moments and a deep breath, the young girl shifted the candy bag in her hands and knocked on the door. It opened with a creak as Cynthia peeked her head outside.

"Oh, there you are!" she kindly smiled down at the girl, making her voice as gentle as possible. "What a brave little princess you are to visit us all the way out here! I knew you'd find your way with my directions. Don't be shy now, I promised you some very good candy, didn't I? Come inside."

Dylan found himself wildly aroused by how good she was at this. He often considered himself lucky to be with someone who loved the same depraved kinks as himself, but then again, he knew Cynthia felt the same way. They really were perfect for each other, for better or worse. His lust was now at its peak and he prepared himself to spring into action.

As the girl took a few anxious steps inside, she barely had time to yelp in surprise as Dylan pounced and seized her arms. Her candy bag fell to the floor as he forced the girl in place, his strength keeping her scrambling to a minimum with ease. Cynthia closed the door and quickly went to help. The girl had begun to kick aimlessly, but her small size made it a simple task for Cynthia to grab hold of her ankles and help lift the girl into the air.

A spreader bar with wrist cuffs was attached securely to the wall. They forced the girl over to it, keeping her attempts at flailing in check, then hefted her up so her back was against the wall. Cynthia worked swiftly, moving each of the child's arms above her head and clasping them into the cuffs. Dylan let go and let her hang there by the arms, swinging a bit from side to side with every weak kick and twist of her body. She was completely panicked and only managed to stammer out a pleading "let me go" or "please stop."

"Look at this kid, dressed up all pretty. Let's make her more comfortable," Dylan taunted as they got to work stripping down the pink dress and letting it fall into a crumpled heap. Taking extra time with her small white panties, Cynthia watched her boyfriend's lustful eyes while sliding them down and fully exposing her. The girl's mound was smooth and immature, admired in plain sight by her captors. Dylan leaned forward and pushed against her trembling body, lifting up the delicate hips and easily supporting her soft ass in his hands. With the weight of her back against the wall, the child had now realized that movement was mostly impossible. Dylan took a moment to drink in the sight of this poor little angel at their mercy.

"Let me help you out there, sweetie," Cynthia whispered into her lover's ear as she reached her hands down to the front of his pants. She unzipped him just slowly enough to be a tease, then pulled his pants down to expose a large buldge concealed only by the thin fabric of his boxers. It was such a joy to see the look on their victim's face, eyes growing wide, as Cynthia pulled her boyfriend's cock out from its hiding place and let it rest against the girl's lovely entrance.

"Looks like a tight fit. You want to lube me up, baby?" Dylan started grinding his length against the immature pussy and admired the size difference. The girl, still trying to struggle , had already begun to cry. Cynthia rummaged through a bag and brought over a small bottle, happily squeezing it over the top of Dylan's cock until it was fully coated and slick. For good measure, she stuck the end into the child's entrance and squirted a bit of lube inside. Cynthia moved a chair over next to them and sat down, dabbed some lube into her own hand, then started working two fingers into herself while she watched. She was amused to notice that the little girl's panties were still dangling from her ankle as her legs stuck out from behind Dylan.

Dylan leaned in close and as his hot breath reached the girl's face, her nose reflexivly twitched. He pressed the tip of his cock against her exposed lips and forced it inside, stopping only when there was no more room to proceed. The child began to shout at the sudden invasion, her body shuddering and attempting to fight back again. With her arms locked in place and the rest of her body held firm, the struggle only helped encourage her assaulter. Dylan had only managed to get less than half of his length into the tight hole, but once again taking note of how large his cock was inside her, found himself a bit surprised he'd gotten that far in. Then he bagan to thrust.

Waves of pleasure shivered through Dylan's body each time he rocked back and forth, invading the hot inner walls, being kept wet and slippery from the lube. The sheer weight of his body was slowly forcing him just a little deeper with each push and finally managed to fit over half of himself inside. Minutes went by with Dylan lost in his rutting, Cynthia finding herself edging closer to climax by simply enjoying the show and running circles around her clit. She was getting lost in the sights, sounds, and smells of their dark fantasy becoming a reality. Suddenly, her orgasm came hard and fast. Cynthia's body tensed and her teeth grit as she rode it out, focusing on the rhythm of her fingers and found herself squirting. Her own pleasured moans mixed into the air with her boyfriend's grunting and the chaotic bawling of their victim. As her body calmed down, Dylan looked over and snickered, "Fuck, baby, you really get off on this depraved shit, don't you?"

Cythnia stuck her tongue out, "Look who's talking."

"Got me there, baby. Love you so much," he had to raise his voice to be heard over the girl's screams. "Hey, this little bitch is being pretty loud. I mean don't get me wrong, it's fucking hot, but still... maybe we should shut her up a bit."

"I'm on it!" Cynthia sprang to her feet and dug through her bag. She'd come prepared not just with a bottle of lube, but a roll of duct tape as well. She did always pride herself in planning ahead. Once a piece was torn off, she placed it snuggly over the young girl's mouth and then stuck another piece over that for good measure. Dylan's arms tensed as he adjusted his grip on her hips and began pounding into her mound as hard and deep as he could. 

"Fuck, this feels better than I ever thought," Dylan wasn't holding back now. Their victim's eyes roll back, tears streaming down her face and dripping off her chin, and her muffled screams became a beautiful song of agonized wailing. With every thrust, her back slammed up against the wall and Dylan would let out a satisfied grunt. The plastic tiara was finally knocked loose from her head and bounced away across the floor. 

"I'm already close," Dylan said through his labored breathing. 

"Fill her up, sweetie. Let it all out," Cynthia leaned in and kissed her lover, their tongues playfully caressing. Dylan groaned into the kiss as he hit his limit. His cock pulsed and shot his load inside, pumping more cum into her with each thrust. The girl was still sobbing uncontrollably and incoherenntly whining through the tape. Dylan pulled out from the abused hole and pumped his last couple ropes of cum onto her soft belly. Cynthia wasted no time in bringing her head down to clean his cock with her tongue. She must have loved the taste, because she could barely control herself in the way she licked and sucked every last inch of his member. Dylan gradually caught his breath and let himself bask in the bliss of the afterglow. Once the heat of the moment had subsided, they stepped back and simply watched the defiled princess hang from the wall, cum leaking down her legs and eyes red with tears.

With the rough part done, the little girl seemed to go limp, with no strength left to fight. Her muffled screaming had turned into pathetic sobs. Cynthia looked into her boyfriend's eyes and he stared back. They kissed again.

"Thanks, baby," Dylan said. "I have to admit you were right, this was amazing. I have to say... I love the way your mind works."

"I love you, sweetie. I'm just wondering what we should do with her now. She'll be found if we just leave her... I mean, it won't take long before her parents wonder why she hasn't come back from trick-or-treating."

Dylan thought a moment, "It does seem like a waste to give up such a lovely toy. Just think of all the fun we can have by bringing her home with us. Maybe even... setting her up in our basement...?"

They both grinned at the flood of ideas that came to mind. Without saying another word, they packed up their things and stuffed all evidence of their evening into Dylan's truck. Finally, they wrapped more tape around the girl's arms and legs, then carried her into the truck. Driving down the dirt road, the shed was left standing in the middle of nowhere, empty and abandoned.