It was stuffy in the room where she was waiting semi-patiently, warm and sticky and more than a little cramped – a situation made far, far worse because of the twenty-four other girls and sixteen stage mothers crowded into the twenty-by-thirty, windowless place. Well, no windows to the outside world beyond the walls of the network’s production offices – one full wall was made of plate glass, giving passers-by the opportunity to see who was seated inside. More like checking out who’s desperate enough to agree to a ‘private casting couch session,’ Chloe grumped to herself as she tried to surreptitiously scratch a tiny little itch on her numb butt while three middle-aged executives cruised past like sharks eyeing a helpless swimmer. That’s like the third time in ten minutes, she noted, but fortunately none of the trio seemed to be paying any special attention to her. At least, no differently than middle-aged guys did to a room of scantily dressed and sexually active eight- to eleven-year-olds normally did anyway.
The ten-year-old’s eyes flicked to the girl sitting right across from her, taking in the long, wavy blonde hair pulled into pigtails, the bright red lipstick (that she personally referred to a ‘Slut Red’) slashed across her lips, the belly shirt and tight jeans and one-inch heels – and Chloe stifled a tiny scowl as she noted that the girl’s look was exactly like hers, as was the girl beside her, and the one beside that, and so on, and so on, and so on. Twenty-four girls, and twenty blondes… and three brunettes who were SO not gonna get a part, and one redhead that the little blonde actress really, really didn’t want to think about.
With a sigh she turned her attention back to the sample script in her lap. It was terrible, truly horrific crap – some generic Disney-channel-esque formulaic series designed to capture pre-teen eyes with bright colors and outrageous, over-the-top acting and to capture adult eyes with budding, semi-clad sensuality. Mermaids, she snorted silently, of course. That means skimpy bikini tops, lots of beach action, etcetera, etcetera, ho-hum. She didn’t want to do it. She was already a rising starlet, an up-and-comer who had landed at number forty-eight on the latest Young Stars to Watch list, based on her guest-starring roles. Okay, yeah, it was out of fifty, and number forty-nine is… No, no negativity. I made it onto the list! But then again she knew, she just KNEW, that if she wanted to move up the ladder she’d have to do crap like Seafoam Summer.
“Excuse me,” a tiny, tentative ultra-feminine voice floated into her consciousness. Chloe glanced over at the blonde-pigtails-belly-shirt-tight-jeans-heels-just-like-her girl sitting to her left, her green eyes wide and containing just a hint of nervousness. “You’re Chloe Bauer, aren’t you?” she asked.
The actress plastered a fake, let’s-get-this-over-with patient smile on her face and gave a little nod. “Yes, I am.”
The result was almost electric… The stranger relaxed while her nervous looks was replaced with a small bit of something like hero worship, and her face broke into a wide smile. “Wow, this is so cool!” she quietly gushed as she leaned in a bit closer. “I watched you on Gilligan High, I’ve been, like, a major fan for years!”
“Thank you,” Chloe replied simply. Just keep calm, she tried to psychically order the girl. Don’t freak out…
“My name’s Erin Goldberg, ‘n seeing you in commercials ‘n stuff actually inspired me to become an actress!”
As the girl continued to babble about how she was amazing, how she was famous, how she wanted to be just like her, Chloe let her mind wander. I wonder who she sucked off, the actress mused. Probably her agent, probably a couple of casting directors. She didn’t have a problem with that – after all, it was simply part of the process, part of the game. I did that stuff, after all… She remembered the first time she had used her mouth to get a role, some quick-and-dirty on-screen-for-only-three-seconds commercial selling children’s clothing, remembered the sheer level of nervousness coursing through her five-year-old mind as she took off her clothes and used her hands and tongue on the overweight producer’s stinky cock until he shot his sticky white jizz all over her little-girl face. I’m actually pretty lucky, she admitted. I haven’t actually had to SLEEP with anyone yet to get a role. Oh, she certainly wasn’t a virgin, and hadn’t been one since she was seven, but that was just recreation, or just because she was bored, or to score something illegal that would calm the butterflies in her stomach whenever she went in front of the camera. But if I want to get better roles, I’m probably gonna have to start.
As Erin continued to drone on about – something forgettable – Chloe’s gaze slid across the room to the sole redhead sitting in the cattle call, and her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Like her, she silently spat. Of COURSE Jessie Connolly would be there, the slutty little cunt seemed to be dogging her heels at every turn. Jessie was only nine-years-old but Chloe knew that she had a truly horrible reputation of using her pre-teen body to its fullest advantage, actually sleeping with so many guys in one week that she beat the far more experienced actress out for a small but prime movie role. Rumor also had it that the nine-year-old moonlighted as a call-girl porn star, selling herself for drugs or money and starring in a series of discrete, privately-traded gangbang videos where she would allow herself to get stoned and passed around like a party favor until she was bruised and soaked in jizz. Slut whore, Chloe snarled silently as she cast her face into a small, friendly smile that didn’t reach her eyes and nodded at the redhead. Fucking little cunt, she added as Jessie matched her expression – complete with dead, hate-filled eyes – and nodded back. I hope she gets kidnapped ‘n raped ‘n murdered by a stalker! The second the thought floated through her mind she fell just a bit bad… but still, it was Jessie-fucking-Connolly after all…
The door to the connected office opened and Chloe looked up to see two men enter – one a slightly flabby, slightly balding guy whom she knew was the liaison between the studio and the production company, the other a tall, handsome, ultra-fit guy she knew intimately… “Hello,” began the balding man, “my name is Christopher Giles, and this is Piotr De Jong.” Piotr didn’t say a word but instead stared straight at her, and when he sent a small, discrete smile in her direction she couldn’t help but blush and look down at her hands in her lap. She had handled the whole cattle-call thing exactly as she knew it had to be handled – last week she researched who was going to be making the decisions, and then tracked down Piotr to give him a little bit of ‘encouragement’ for her consideration. His cock had been thick and long and hard, tasting oh-so musky-manly on her tongue as she went down on him, and as she walked out of his office with his seed in her tummy she was convinced that she had accomplished her task. But then he called her on Saturday, and of course she gave him another blowjob when she met him in the out-of-the-way restaurant downtown. She let him finger her pussy on Sunday – something that she seldom did, and never in a professional capacity! – and her orgasm had been mind-blowing. On Tuesday she spent the night, spreading her legs and luxuriating in his weight pressing down on her pre-teen body as he literally fucked her stupid, and the knowledge that she still had his jizz soaking into her womb as she sat before his smoldering gaze gave her a nasty little thrill. It actually scared her – was she starting to have feelings for him? That’s stupid, she sneered at herself. He’s just a guy I fucked ‘cause… just ‘cause. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything like that! she insisted. There’s nothing special here, just sex. But deep in her soul she was afraid, afraid that she was lying to herself, that she was actually starting to have feelings for him.
“We’ll be having you read for multiple parts today,” Christopher continued, and his words were the spark she needed to pull her attention away from her sex life and towards her chosen profession. Chloe took a deep breath, exhaled, and another, and then one more, a little ritual to put herself in the proper
“No! Please, no, please don’t make me do this!” Harper’s voice was a sobbing, quiet moan for mercy, one that Mr. LaFonte dismissed with a sneer as he pressed one hand on her shoulder to impale her even more on his jutting cock and lightly gripped her thin, girlish throat with the other, encouraging her movements. From her position just outside the open classroom door, Chloe could see the ten-year-old’s flat, little-girl backside rolling and thrusting, the thick grown-up rod vanishing into her painfully-stretched slit as she took all ten inches inside her pre-teen pussy before it magically reappeared on the pre-teen’s upswing, tiny little droplets of girly-oil raining down onto the tile floor beneath the pair. “Please don’t!” the brunette whimpered. “I… I d… don’t want… to do… this!”
The teacher almost growled as he gave the helpless little girl a firm slap across the face and then thrust her down forcefully, impaling her fully on his rod and tearing a sob from between her lips. “Quit complaining!” he hissed. “You wanted to earn a better grade! You wanted this!” He slouched down in his chair a bit further, forcing the little girl to balance herself on her platform heels as she leaned back. “Now get to work! Right now you’ve only earned a C on the test… You’re going to have to do a lot better than that if your want to pass this year!”
“Y… yes, sir.” Harper placed her hands on his shoulders and redoubled her efforts, bouncing even faster and harder, her breaths coming in short, gasping moans that alternated with her quiet sobbing as she redoubled her efforts to please her teacher.
Chloe observed the pair with half-interest, trying to keep the almost-bored look off her face as she scratched an itch just under her nose. I probably look a little like that when I fuck, she noted idly as she fixed her gaze on the gleaming cock vanishing and reappearing and vanishing again inside her best school friend. Grown-up cock, little-girl ass. It’s kinda neat how we can take things that big in our cunnies, though! She glanced back down the empty hall, her eyes flicking over lockers and tile and ajar doors, and wondered how many other boys and girls were fucking – and getting fucked – by their teachers during the lunch hour. I could probably check it out, look in some other rooms, she told herself. But that’s, like, work. She sighed a bit with impatience and forced herself to wait for Harper to finish up.
Her day had been just like every other since she learned just how valuable her pussy actually was – and just how good it felt to have things stuffed up inside of her. The second her alarm clock rang she silenced it, rolled out of bed, and padded naked down the hall to Dylan’s room. Her mouth made him hard in just a couple of minutes, and then she spent a glorious ten minutes with him on top of her as he thrust his cock into her welcoming hole with jackrabbit speed. She naturally agreed with him every time he called her a slut and a cunt and a whore and totally worthless except as a container for sperm – because she was all those things, nothing more. Besides, it was all worth it when he stiffened and she felt the hot, wet flow of his spunk into her womb, a sensation that made her shudder and cum as well, and she sobbed happily as she clung to him, worshiping him, just… being so damn happy...
She kept her thighs clenched together to make sure none of him dribbled out of her while she showered, and then it took only a few minutes to get herself ready for school. The young blonde twisted her hair into a pair of pigtails that she knew the boys liked, slipped on her shortest, sluttiest miniskirt, a pink spaghetti-strap tank-top that exposed most of her belly, and a pair of wedge shoes – and then she grabbed her backpack and raced out the door. It gave her a little thrill to parade around dressed like a slut, her tiny little-girl nipples stiffening as much from the cool-ish air outside as from the knowledge that all the boys on the bus were leering at her half-naked form, and she actually hoped a little bit that one (or two, or ten) of them would drag her to the back and give her more sperm… but to her vague disappointment she didn’t see any action other than a few groping hands sliding across her flat chest and sensitive nips. That’s okay, the little girl thought with a wicked smile as she adjusted the strap of her backpack over her shoulder so that it didn’t dig into her bare flesh as much as it was. I’m sure I’ll be able to find more cock at school!
Indeed she was right. When she clambered off the bus at 8:15 she spotted Mr. Marsh waiting for her in the teacher’s parking lot, and she spent a happy five minutes bent over the trunk of his car with her skirt flipped up over her ass and his cock ramming into her. The thought of doing it in public, totally exposed and partially naked where anyone walking by could see her gave her a wicked thrill, and she actually came before he did, squirming and moaning and trembling on the cool metal beneath her body. Mr. Marsh stiffened and shot his load into her open, waiting womb, and then he just pushed her away and drove off, leaving her to head on into school. Mr. Marshall was waiting for her as well, and she lay back on his desk with her legs spread wide as she came over and over and over again, his thumb worrying her clit as his cock plowed into her stretched, screaming pussy while she gasped and moaned and begged for him to give her more, give her everything, before he stiffened and sprayed a third load inside her spasming womb in less than two hours. She actually felt a little dizzy and was a bit unhappy that the boy-stuff was dribbling out of her well-used pussy as she staggered out into the gym – but the looks the other kids gave her, the knowledge that she knew that they knew what a slut she was, what she had been doing, more than made up for the mess oozing down her thighs and onto the floor beneath her feet.
As she made her way through the thronged halls she spotted Harper being led by one of the janitors to the stairs down to the maintenance room, and for a moment she wondered what was going on as she took in the young brunette’s tear-streaked face – but then the girl gave her a little wink and Chloe realized she was faking it, and she walked away with a tiny smile as the little blonde gave her a much wider one in return. I gotta do them sometime, the ten-year-old mused as she dumped her backpack into her locker and slammed the door shut with a loud, clattering clang. The janitor’s closet’s probably real filthy! The metal-on-metal sound echoed throughout the abandoned hallway, and she realized that it was only ten thirty in the morning and she was largely alone in the hallway. She debated going to class, but it all seemed so pointless – why bother sitting around bored when she could find some action? The burning desire for more, more cock and more jism and more orgasms, sent her prowling through the halls like a cat in heat, a burning need inside of her soul that she believed would only be quenched by spreading her legs like she was designed to do and soaking herself in thick, hot, sticky boy-stuff.
For the rest of the morning she concentrated on her true education, her sexual education, her self-appointed slut-training. She tripped over a boy from one of the kindergarten classes in the lower hallway, a little guy with bright blonde hair that kept falling into his eyes and a pair of jeans who agreed to accompany her into one of the restrooms. She pulled up her skirt and showed him her little cunny, and then pulled down his pants and underwear so she could see his little-boy cock. It was small, no bigger than her thumb, but she sucked it anyway, kneeling on the somewhat sticky floor as she used her tongue to get him off. There wasn’t much when he came, just a couple of little squirts, but she savored every drop and swallowed it on down. Moving onto the loading docks (a place she knew she shouldn’t be) gave her the opportunity to satisfy a driver, and her joy of drawing his spurting seed from his cock with her hands gave her a perverse thrill. (She was a bit annoyed that his stuff ended up staining her top, but it was a small price to pay…) Back up on the second floor a group of sixth-graders had bound and gagged their teacher, and while a bunch of them took their turns raping the sobbing, struggling woman on her desk Chloe gave herself over to two more in the back of the room, kneeling obediently as one took her from behind and the other speared her mouth – and the twinned blasts of boy-spunk into her tummy and her womb gave her a little shiver. So good… she moaned silently as she rose on unsteady feet and staggered out of the classroom, ignoring the pleading eyes of the helpless woman on the desk as the fifth boy took his turn with her body. She debated joining them, offering her pre-teen body in place of the teacher as the center of the gangrape (an idea that really, really appealed to her right then!), but in truth it was almost lunchtime and she was getting kinda hungry, so she ignored the woman’s defeated sobs and the boy’s cruel laughs and the wet squish of cock-into-cunt behind her and wandered downstairs.
Lunch consisted of some really raunchy talk about sex with Harper and a bologna sandwich that she practically inhaled. Her friend set the pace – somehow she had to squeeze both her meal and a fuck session with Mr. LaFonte all within an hour, and after only fifteen minutes the pair of them raced upstairs. Chloe took the time to muse at her progress over the past few days while Harper ‘begged’ her teacher to let her do something, anything, to raise her failing grade in class – an offer that Mr. LaFonte had no problem taking advantage of. I’m kinda sore down there, she mused to herself as she felt the raw ache of her pre-teen cunny and the dampness of four different sperm-loads in her womb. But it’s worth it. If I can get pregnant, it’ll all be so TOTALLY worth it! And it’s not like I hate it, she added as she smiled faintly. God, I love sex SO MUCH! I never want it to stop! Thank GOD I’m a slut… She felt a little thrill at the idea of doing nothing more with the rest of her life but fuck and have babies, over and over, a thrill that sent a shiver up her spine. Soon…
But still…
Something didn’t feel… right. No, I love it, I love the IDEA of having a baby! she insisted as her smile faded to be replaced by a tiny frown of confusion. Chloe’s gaze turned distant and she leaned against the wall next to the door, the tiny motion of her body causing an oozing sensation deep in her tummy as the one cup-plus of sperm shifted inside of her. She wasn’t sure why, but the sensation troubled her. I want this, she told herself angrily, I KNOW I want this. It’s what I was made to do. “I’m just a walking cunt, a fuck-toy,” she whispered, hoping that saying the words aloud would drive the uncertain feelings away. She did know it, she was sure of it – she was nothing but a worthless thing, designed to spread her legs and reproduce, to take whatever abuses or perversions boys wished to inflict upon her without question. She knew that it was who she was – but for some strange reason, some reason that she just couldn’t pin down, the thoughts didn’t feel right in that moment. I like boys, ‘n I like their stuff in me, she thought, trying to drive away her confusion with pure logic. I like it when they tie me up ‘n slap me ‘n make me take their cocks whether I want to or not. I LOVE it! So why am I so upset?
“Hello, Chloe.” A low, gravelly voice next to her ear startled her out of her reverie, and she fought the urge to give a little squeak as she jumped slightly. She looked to her left and saw a strange man standing next to her – standing right next to her, almost appearing at her side as if by magic, not-there one instant and there the next. He was tall, shadowy, and dark-looking, wearing a long black coat and a beaten-up black hat, almost as if he were made of pure shadow. She had never met him before – had she? He did seem familiar… – but his appearance and his looming presence caused a flash of fear in her soul that she only just managed to hide. “Are you being a good girl today?” he asked, his words oily and almost filled with contempt.
“Y… yes, sir.” Do I know him? The ten-year-old didn’t know why, but she had a feeling that he was dangerous, that he could do, had done horrible things, and that she had to make him happy to avoid… something. “I’ve been real good, been doin’ the boys like I should,” she insisted.
“Very good.” He smiled when he complimented her and she thought that she should feel happy that she pleased him, but for some reason his words left her feeling cold. He leaned in and she couldn’t help herself – she shrank back, taking a half-step away from him. He was dangerous, so dangerous, somehow she could sense that about him… When he looked at her the ten-year-old felt as though he was looking into her very soul, that he knew all her secrets and wouldn’t hesitate to punish her if he didn’t like what he found. She wanted to run and hide, to escape from his scrutiny, but she couldn’t move her feet. “And you’re letting them fill your tummy with their jizz?” he asked in a cold, terrifying voice.
“Yes, sir,” she replied desperately, her head nodding so frantically that she could feel an ache behind her eyes at the motion of her skull. “At least, when that’s what they want,” she elaborated, the words coming in a great torrent of their own will, the little blonde helpless to stop her confession. “Sometimes they want me to use my mouth, ‘n sometimes they like putting it in my butt, ‘n I do that stuff ‘cause it makes them happy. I like it when boys do whatever they want to me, ‘cause I’m worthless doin’ anything else…”
“And does being a walking cum-dump make you happy?”
Chloe couldn’t help it… the question simply confused her. “I…” she stammered for a moment before trailing off. She thought about the question, thought hard, and realized that she simply couldn’t understand why he was asking her that. “It… doesn’t matter if I’m happy?” she finally replied, her words more a question than a definitive statement. “I do whatever the boys want, ‘cause… Well, just ‘cause.” A part of her knew that it was the correct answer, knew that it was what he wanted her to say – somehow she just knew it. But the words didn’t feel right in her mouth, didn’t feel like the truth – they felt like a lie that she was telling to avoid something far, far worse. But they were the truth, she knew they were the truth, but… they weren’t. “I’m just a cunt, ‘n having a boy use me is just what I should do,” she added lamely.
The stranger stared at her for a second, and then gave a grunt of satisfaction. “See?” he asked as he slid his gaze from her face and looked past her. “I told you it worked. Problem fucking solved.”
The ten-year-old half-turned and saw… Well, she just couldn’t really comprehend what she was seeing. The hallway seemed to stretch away in the distance, the walls of lockers-doors-lockers-doors-so on-so on stretching to a tiny point in the distance, impossibly long and definitely not what had been there a moment before! She could see some distant figures, tiny shadows that seemed to float on the air almost as if they were ghosts, but there were three other strangers in the hall not twenty feet away. One was a college-aged girl with brown hair who was simply staring at her with an impassive gaze, the second was a homeless guy who looked as if he reeked and who leered at her as he raked his slimy gaze up and down her barely-clad pre-teen body, and… a horse? What… Chloe’s eyes widened and she gave her head a little shake as if to clear her vision, but the animal stayed there, stayed right there right next to the homeless guy, staring at her with large, dark animal eyes. That’s impossible! she told herself as her heart started to pound in her chest. What’s a horse doing in school? It WAS a horse – but there was something wrong with it, an almost fuzziness around the edges as if she were looking at it through a weird window or something. She felt herself shrink a bit more as all three peered intently at her, and she would have taken a step back except for the tall, dark, oh-so-terrifying stranger standing right behind her, looming over her as if ready to crash down upon her at any second and oh GOD what is happening am I dead am I going crazy...
“Clo?” Hearing her own name almost right on her shoulder caused the ten-year-old to jump, and she spun around to face Harper as the brunette girl slipped out of the classroom behind her, her face flushed and her skin shiny with sweat as she tugged down her miniskirt. “What are you staring at?” she asked as she surreptitiously wiped a wad of tissues between her legs to sop up some of the oozing LaFonte-stuff.
“I…” Chloe turned her head and looked over her shoulder… and everything looked normal. The strangers who had stood judging her with critical eyes were gone, the tall, dark, scary man was gone, the hallway looked – normal. Exactly like it always did. “Nothing,” she muttered. Wait, they were just here, she insisted, her mind a whirl of confusion and uncertainty. Weren’t they? No, they were, but now they’re gone… Where did they go? “Did you see anyone when you came out here?” she asked.
Harper twisted to look over her shoulder and then back around to peer over Chloe’s, and then she fixed her blonde friend with a smirk. “Ain’t nobody out here but a cheap cum dumpster slut just like me,” she replied with a snicker, giving ten-year-old a nudge with her elbow to make sure the blonde knew to whom she was referring. “C’mon,” she added, taking the confused girl’s hand and pulling her down the hallway after her, “keep me company in the bathroom, I SO gotta pee!”
“O… okay,” Chloe agreed. She glanced over her shoulder at the hallway behind her – it was completely normal, nothing but lockers and tiny, narrow windows high up on the walls and doors leading into classrooms. Gone was the tile stretching to infinity, gone were the shadowy figures in the distance, gone was the college co-ed and the homeless guy and the horse and the tall, dark, scary guy in the black coat… it was just the second floor of the school, totally unremarkable. Did I dream that? she wondered as Harper dragged her through the swinging door of the girl’s bathroom and the normal view was cut from her sight.
The brunette didn’t waste any time… the split-second the door behind her closed she dropped Chloe’s hand and skittered into one of the stalls, hiking up her miniskirt and taking a seat on the toilet in a single motion. “Oh, that’s better,” she muttered to herself as she released her bladder and relieved the pressure. “Y’know, I don’t mind fucking, in fact I love it,” the ten-year-old remarked in a matter-of-fact tone, “but I totally hate how I always have to pee afterwards!”
“Yeah, it sucks,” Chloe replied distractedly as she stared at the bathroom door for another few moments, and then turned her attention to her best friend. “So Mr. LaFonte’s what, like, your third cock of the day?”
“Yeah, my third,” Harper answered, her adorable face scrunching up in annoyance. “Dare I ask how many you’ve done so far?”
“Seven, technically,” she admitted with just a hint of pride in her voice.
“Aw, fuck,” Harper replied with an easy laugh, “you’re not still on that whole, ‘If it’s not in the cunt, then it doesn’t count’ kick, are you?”
“Hey, I just think…” Wait, did I say that? It was certainly something she believed, she knew that… But for some reason the fact that Harper claimed she had said it out loud, explained her sexual philosophy to another living soul disturbed her. I don’t remember talking to her about this, she mused for a second, but maybe I did. Did I? I don’t know… “I just think we have to be honest, that sex isn’t sex unless it’s in our pussies,” she explained as she crossed her arms and leaned against one of the sinks. “Mouth-stuff is just something we do for kicks, ‘n ass stuff is just to get stuff or to make the boys like us more, but in order for it to really count we gotta take it in the cunt.”
“What-ever,” Harper replied in an exasperated, dismissive tone. “I think that no matter where you take it, it’s sex. I mean,” she continued as she flushed and made her way to the sink next to the troubled blonde girl, “don’t get me wrong, it’s a whole lot different depending on where I take it. In the ass is a lot more painful, but it still counts.”
“It doesn’t count unless there’s a chance you can get pregnant,” Chloe replied defiantly.
“Again, what-ever.” Harper finished washing her hands and pulled a couple of paper towels from the dispenser. “But of course you’d say that, considering that all the boys want to put it in your cunt.” The brunette tossed the wadded up towels in the trash can and then peered into the mirror, turning her face to the left and right as she checked her makeup. “So, I be you’re so looking forward to Missy’s birthday party on Friday, right?”
“Missy’s party?” Wait, no… Now Chloe was even more confused. “Wasn’t that last week?”
“Gah, what’s wrong with you?” Her fellow slut shot her an exasperated look to go along with her tone, and then turned her attention back to her reflection. “One of your boyfriends musta donkey-punched you too hard or something. Of course not, it’s this Friday. Last Friday we went to the mall and you sucked off that high school jock behind a dumpster, remember?”
“I…” No, it’s wrong, I was already AT Missy’s birthday party… But she knew the truth, she could remember it clearly. She and Harper had snuck out after dark and went to the mall, where they spent about an hour cockteasing the boys into a frothing frenzy. Harper had settled on a big black guy in a football jersey who was strong enough to pin her to the still-warm cinderblock wall by the loading dock while she gave up her pussy to his thick cock, while Chloe entertained his friend with her oral skills. She remembered because she was doubly annoyed – she had tore holes in the knees of her favorite stockings while kneeling on the grimy asphalt and her guy had insisted on splooging all over her hair and tee shirt instead of into her mouth like she wanted. She had shared a spermy kiss with Harper and then they went back to the brunette’s bedroom where they whiled away the rest of the evening playing with each other’s bodies. “No, you’re right,” she admitted. “I guess I just got confused or something.”
“Not enough cock,” Harper replied with a smirk. “Or maybe too much. I don’t know, whatever, it’s making you stupid.”
“That’s a good thing,” Chloe replied with a laugh that contained just a hint of nervous worry. “Boys like us stupid, right?”
“Right!”
As Harper continued to drone on, the ten-year-old let her mind wander. But I’m NOT stupid, a tiny part of her insisted. I just say I am ‘cause the boys like it, but I’m really smart. Aren’t I? I am… And I’m sure I already was at a party at Missy’s house! She remembered Friday clearly, remembered a skirt so short that it flashed her bare ass whenever she moved to fast, remembered the wonderful feeling she had when her jock used her pigtails like handles and used her mouth like a pussy… But another memory floated through her mind, of a pink leotard and a pair of fake fairy wings, of Harper in green, of a game of truth or dare that really, really made her scared. There were nine of us, she insisted. And something…
Something important had happened. She knew it had. She knew. It was something that she couldn’t quite remember, only bits of a gangbang that for some reason disturbed her when it should have elated her instead, and a dark room and a scared voice and a feeling of hopefulness… And… And…
This is… wrong, she decided. Something’s wrong. EVERYTHING’S wrong! I’m missing something. But though she tried, she just couldn’t seem to remember…
She had to admit it… she was bored. Bored, and more than a little horny.
Chloe slouched down in her seat, not really caring all that much that her miniskirt was riding up high enough to give anyone who cared to glance in her direction a clear view of her slit. Her well-fucked slit… Roger had given her a good working-over after school in the office of Poppinjay’s, forcing her to gaze at her reflection in the mirror as she impaled herself on his massive tool. It was both incredibly cool and rather disturbing at the same time to see the outline of his cock in her normally-flat belly, and when he came he must have shot about a cup of his own seed into her womb to join the cup-plus already seeking her eggs. She had wished she had the time to do more – maybe a hard spanking, maybe some light choking, something – but between the disturbing encounters at lunch and the fact that she had to race home to get ready for her Wilderness Girls meeting she just didn’t have the time. She fought to keep her face neutral as she allowed one hand to flutter up and make sure her beret was still perched on her head, and then stifled a sigh. It was the most boring part of the meeting… the part where Mrs. Goldberg let all the other girls talk about themselves. I don’t know why they even bother, she snorted silently in contempt. I’m obviously the biggest slut here! It normally made her feel proud… but tonight, for some reason, it just made her feel sad. Okay, now THAT’S weird…
“Jesse, would you like to tell your sisters about what you did to earn this achievement?” Mrs. Goldberg urged from her seat on the small raised mini-stage before the seated Wilderness Girls.
“Yes, Mrs. Goldberg.” The redhead turned to the seated girls and almost preened at being the center of attention – an attitude that pulled a scowl from the tiny blonde girl. “I had already earned my More Than Words badge when I sucked off the principal at school for my hundredth blowjob, and my All The Way! badge when I fucked that guy who came to my house to fix the furnace last week,” she said in a proud, almost smug tone, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a hyperactive waterfall. “And I was thinking about maybe going for my More The Merrier! badge, or maybe my Animal Husbandry badge…”
“Both Slut-level badges,” Mrs. Goldberg interjected to the new girls as she beamed with pride.
“Right.” The redhead took a moment to adjust her sash, and Chloe rolled her eyes. Yes, we know you wanna be as big a slut as me, she silently grumbled as she lightly scratched a tiny itch on her hairless mound. You still got a WAYS to go there! “So anyway,” Jessie continued, “last weekend I was trying to decide which one to do when I went to the public pool, and there was this guy who kept staring at me in my bikini, so I asked him and he said he wanted to fuck me. So I saw the opportunity, and we snuck off into the girl’s bathroom, and I insisted that he fuck me in my ass, which was my twenty-fifth time!”
“Wow, so brave!” Dhruti whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. Chloe glanced at the Indian girl and then away again – as one of Jessie’s gang the tiny blonde had never had an opportunity to really talk to the girl, but it annoyed her how the exotic nine-year-old always seemed to be fawning over the little redhead. Not THAT brave, she thought.
“And how did it feel?” Mrs. Goldberg asked, leaning forward with an almost lust-filled look on her face.
“Oh, it hurt real bad,” Jesse admitted, her brow furrowing a bit as she winced at the memory. “But only for a little bit, just when he stuck it in. He had this tube of greasy stuff he put on his finger and put in my butthole, and it felt weird, but he made it so greasy that when he put his dick in it went in easy. And I almost cried ‘cause it hurt so much, but then I just remembered that I was a Wilderness Girl and did like I was taught, and begged him to fuck me harder, and then he shot his stuff in my butt!” The redhead almost squirmed at the thought as she blushed deeper. “He was kinda rough, and kept slapping my head and calling me his little bitch ‘n that I deserved it, but that was okay ‘cause I kinda liked it. And it was so messy, and his stuff oozed out of my butthole and made a big mess in my bottoms when I put them back on, but I jumped back in the pool afterwards and it washed it all away. And that’s how I got it!”
“Hey, Clo.” Erin’s voice pulled Chloe back to the here-and-now, and the ten-year-old sat back up as she turned her attention to the skinny blonde girl next to her. Her Wilderness Girls best friend was looking at her with curiosity, and after glancing over to make sure that her mother wasn’t paying attention she leaned over. “You okay?”
Chloe glanced back at the stage – Mrs. Goldberg was shaking Jessie’s hand in congratulations as the rest of the pack applauded – and leaned over herself. “I’m just pissed because she always has to be a little fucking drama queen,” she whispered in annoyance. “I mean, really, it took her six months to take it in the ass twenty-five times?!?” Chloe glanced over again and scowled. “It only took me two weeks!”
“Yeah,” Erin agreed with a wicked gleam in her eye. “But you’re like a total slutbag, y’know?” She dodged the swat Chloe fired off in her direction and giggled. “Say, how’d it go this weekend?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, yeah! It went great!” Chloe’s annoyance vanished, and after a quick glance around to make sure there weren’t any prying ears she leaned close and made her voice as quiet as possible. “I was right, Laredo College is the perfect place to get gangbanged! So I show up there on Sunday evening, and there’s this party going on in the dorms,” she explained, shivering slightly and feeling the faintest slicking of her pre-teen pussy as she remembered her evening. “So I just walked right on in, ‘n it was like they were waiting for me! A bunch of guys pulled me into the laundry room ‘n tore off my clothes ‘n put me on this table, ‘n they all took turns fucking the hell out of me! I mean, I got totally reamed out, it was amazing ‘n I loved it!”
“Lucky!” Erin’s voice was slightly hoarse, and Chloe felt a surge of pride to know that she had aroused her friend so quickly. “So when are you going back?”
“I’m heading back over this weekend again. Say, you need ten gangbangs of at least six guys each to earn More The Merrier, ‘n I’m going back at least another nine times,” she noted. “And there’s easily like thirty or forty guys in the dorms. ‘N yeah, it’s more like a gang rape than a gangbang, but it’s like close enough, right? So you wanna come along?”
“You’d let me come?” Erin asked, her face breaking into a grateful smile.
“Sure! Just make sure you don’t wear anything you’ll miss, ‘cause you won’t be getting it back when they tear it off.” She shivered once more at the memory of being pulled into the room, of the hands sliding over her body and tearing at her clothes. It felt good, so good to be so hot that guys couldn’t stop themselves from fucking her! It was a perfect evening, it was so perfect that she couldn’t wait…
tried to open her eyes but her lids were gummed shut by a sticky ick, and she flopped weakly as she tried to bring her hands up to her face. And then the guy in front of her groaned and tensed, and Chloe felt his spunk spurting against the back of her throat and she gagged at the taste and it shot out of her nose and she realized that her FACE was coated with the stuff and it was all over her body and in her hair and the guy in her pussy came and filled her womb with MORE STUFF IT’S TOO MUCH and she sobbed as she realized that she could do nothing to prevent yet more boy-seed from being injected straight into her unprotected womb. I don’t wanna baby, she whimpered weakly as the man clambered down and was instantly replaced by another who roughly shoved his cock fully into her straining pussy and pounded
She had no idea where it came from, but suddenly her memories didn’t feel… right. Wait, no, she told herself as she frowned. I loved it! I loved when they gangraped me! I REMEMBERloving it! But… She sat back, ignoring Erin’s quizzical look as she wracked her brain. It was strange, but there it was – she remembered feeling excited as she snuck into the dorms, she remembered the thrill she got when they strange boys (well, men, really) pulled her into the laundry room and tore off her clothes, she remembered the glorious sensation of the first cock tearing into her tiny, pre-teen pussy, she remembered scraping their spunk off her flat chest and face and tummy and lapping it off her fingers and moaning as she savored the taste. But there, right in the middle…
“Clo?” Erin asked, the concern plain in her voice.
“Hmm?” the ten-year-old asked in return, her attention elsewhere.
“Everything okay?”
“Uhm… sure. Everything’s fine.” No, I KNOW I loved it! she told herself. I got used, I got all my holes filled, I was practically DRWONING in the stuff! And something like eight guys popped off in my cunny, which I wanted, ‘cause I wanna get pregnant. Five guys in my ass, and another bunch in my mouth, and who knows how many splattering their stuff on my body! I LITERALLY took a bath in jizz! It had been one of her fantasies, something she had dreamed about ever since she first found out what boys and girls can do together. So why do I remember hating it? “Everything’s totally fine,” she added, feeling a tiny little pang at the lie.
“Ooo… kay. Shhh!”
Erin sat back up and Chloe took that as her cue to do so as well, turning her attention back to the front of the room. “Okay!” Mrs. Goldberg said with a little clap. “Now it’s time for our activity. If you recall, last week we learned how to suck cock like an expert. Why did we learn that?”
“’Cause the boys like us more when we use our mouths like the sluts we are,” several of the girls intoned – Chloe among them, adding a little roll of her eyes in Erin’s direction – repeating the lesson they had learned by rote. Babies! I’ve done that, like, thousands of times!
“Precisely. Now, did anyone actually try out what we learned over the past week?” The girls murmured for a second, but nobody responded. For an instant Chloe though about telling the crowd about all the cocks she had sucked off, but then she remembered that this was more for the younger Wilderness Girls than for Sluts like her. “Really? Nobody?” Mrs. Goldberg waited for another heartbeat and then simply shrugged. “That’s okay. There’ll be plenty of time for that.”
Wait… It happened once again! She had the most intense feeling of déjà vu, that she had somehow, somewhen been sitting exactly where she was, hearing everything that she was hearing, but hearing it differently. It was like the memory of her gang rape at the college… she remembered it, but it didn’t feel right. It felt as though it should have been… different. The little blonde girl thought hard…
“Did anyone actually try out what we learned over the past week?” Mrs. Goldberg asked. The girls murmured for a second, and then a tiny brown hand floated up from the other end of Chloe’s row. “Maria?”
“I sucked awf my brudder,” the six-year-old Latina lisped. “An’ he shot his stuff in my mowf. It was icky! But I did w’at you said, an’ I swallo’ed.” The little girl made a face. “But his phone was chargin’, an’ I couldn’t get a picture, so I didn’t get a badge.”
“That’s okay, sweetie,” Mrs. Goldberg replied as she patted Maria’s head. “If you do it again, you’ll be able to get it next week! And don’t worry, his is only the first cock you’ll be sucking off in your lifetime.”
Chloe looks over at Maria just in time to see the girl glancing away from her. Wait, I thought Maria… Peered at the girl intently, trying to sort through the misty, murky memories in her head. She couldn’t have, she’s still a Wilderness Virgin, ‘n it’s like her first meeting. Most girls don’t give blowjobs until they’re Cockteases. It didn’t make sense – she clearly remembered Maria admitting she gave her older brother a blowjob, but still…
“Chloe?” The ten-year-old was startled out of her reverie to find the other girls leaving their seats and breaking into couples – and Mrs. Goldberg standing over her, with four tiny little Virgins arrayed behind her. “Are you ready?” the woman asked.
“Uhm… ready for what?” Wait, no, aren’t I supposed to…
Mrs. Goldberg laughed, the fat roll above her miniskirt jiggling as she tittered. “To mentor the Virgins, of course! Remember, you promised! I swear,” she added with an ironic shake of her head, “you’d forget your clit was even there if it wasn’t attached!”
But I thought I was going to… She was so confused. She clearly remembered being tied to a chair and having Erin eat her out, and for some weird reason she remembered feeling confused at that… but that couldn’t be right. She was still seated in her chair, and Erin had moved over to the other side of the room, a nasty little grin on her face as she twisted duct tape around Jessie Connolly’s wrists. “Wait,” she remarked with an uncertain look on her face, “I thought…”
“You thought what?”
Chloe stared at Erin for another few seconds, watching as her best Wilderness Girls friend slapped the bound and squirming little redhead sharply across the mouth – far rougher than was absolutely necessary, she noted with a hint of satisfaction – before shoving the helpless girl’s knees apart. “I… Nothing. Sure, I’m ready!” Get it together! she told herself angrily. She turned back to the young girls standing before her, tiny and pristine in their white uniforms, their faces bright and eager to learn and plastered a smile that she didn’t feel across her face. “So, why don’t we all take our chairs over there,” she continued as she waved a hand in the direction of the basement next to the stairs, “’n we can get started?”
The ten-year-old tried to put the sounds of quiet sobbing and lapping tongues out of her mind as she got the girls arranged, and then took a couple of seconds to look them over. The quartet were each as different as the seasons – in fact, the only thing that each of them shared was the pristine-white tunics draped over their skinny immature bodies, their white berets, and their white sashes with the single pearly-pink ‘Hymen’ patch affixed, awarded when first joining the Wilderness Girls. “Hello!” she said brightly as she forced herself to focus on her young charges. “My name is Chloe Bauer, ‘n I’m a Wilderness Slut.”
“I know,” one of them said, a six-year-old with brown hair, brown eyes, and an almost painfully shy demeanor. “I’ve heard of you.”
“We’ve all heard of you!!!” gushed a frizzy-haired redhead with buck teeth and glasses, her hyperactivity coming off of her in waves as she practically bounced in her seat. “You’re like the biggest nympho around,” she spewed, her words coming so fast that Chloe had to strain to understand what she was saying, “and I SO wanna be just like you when I grow up!!!”
“Uhm, okay!” Wow, she’s like a hummingbird… “Why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves?”
It only took a couple of minutes, and fortunately there was something about each girl that Chloe could grab onto in order to remember who they were. Immediately to her left was little Maria, a tiny, painfully thin girl from Mexico who was all arms and legs and nothing else, who regarded the older blonde girl with wide, inquisitive eyes. Next to her was Annette who introduced herself in an accented voice that sent a shiver of lust up Chloe’s spine, a brunette with long black hair and smoldering green eyes who practically radiated sexiness. The plain girl with brown hair was Shelly (who was so shy that the blonde girl had to strain to hear her words), and next to her was Penny – her hyperactive opposite. Four girls, each unique in their own way, and she realized that each would require a different touch in order to shepherd them along the proper path...
“Well it’s wonderful to meet each of you,” she said when they finished, giving each one a smile and meeting their eyes (as she had learned). “Now, tonight I’m going to teach you about the Wilderness Girls Mentorship Program. Do you know what that is?” At three shakes of heads and one silent, shy blush, she laughed a little bit. “That’s okay. It’s really easy! So, you know all the different levels of Wilderness Girl…”
“Uh huh!” Penny interrupted. She leaned forward and fixed Chloe with an almost eager look, as if she were desperately seeking the blonde girl’s approval. “There’s Virgins, Cockteases, Nymphos, Sluts, Cunts, and Whores, right!”
“That’s right!” Chloe gave the girl a small, glancing smile and turned back to the other three as the six-year-old preened. “Well, the Mentorship Program means that all you Virgins are ‘mentored’ by an older girl, usually a Nympho or a Slut. Our jobs as mentors is to guide you on your path to becoming Wilderness Cockteases.”
“Are… you going to be our mentor?” Shelly whispered.
“Uh huh! And that means that I’m always available to help you earn badges, or explain stuff, or teach you how to do what you need to do to get all your badges.”
“That’s so awesome you’re like TOTALLY my hero Chloe!” Penny vomited, forcing the ten-year-old to listen carefully to hear her words. “I heard that you got EVERY single badge ‘n patch that you could in like a month of joining I SO wanna BE just like you…”
“What, like, every badge?” asks Annette.
She couldn’t help it… her body responded to the faint accent of the little brunette and her pussy started to drool. “Yup,” Chloe replied as she tried to force out the image in her head – of the little six-year-old naked, kneeling, her gorgeous face pressed into the cleft between her thighs, peering up at the ten-year-old with those wide green eyes – and concentrated on her responsibility. “It wasn’t a month – it took me like a year and a half – but I earned them all.” she explained with just a hint of pride. The ten-year-old reached down to her bag beside her chair and pulled out a tunic that matched the four little girls before her and draped her old sash across the front. “This is my old uniform when I was a Virgin…”
“It’s all grey,” Maria noted critically.
“It looks like it was used ‘n washed a lot,” Annette added.
“Yeah, ‘n the sash is all crusty ‘n stuff,” Penny added as she stroked her fingers along the white sash and sent a dusting of dried white flakes fluttering to the floor. “How come…”
“Ah,” Chloe jumped in with a smile. “It’s because of this.” She glanced at the front of the filthy sash and tapped a fingertip against a tiny dark-pink petal, sending her own shower of flakes down. “This is officially known as the Begonia Petal badge, ‘n to get it you have to give fifty handjobs and let the guys jizz all over your sash. Most girls don’t wash the stuff out – in fact, that’s important,” she quickly added. “Never wash your sashes! Anyway, the more dried jizz you’ve got on your sash, the easier it is to prove that you’ve actually earned the badge.”
“Wait,” Annette said as an adorably confused look crossed her face. “I thought we had to have another girl see us do the stuff we do to earn a badge.”
“Well, technically that’s true,” the pre-teen replied. “But sometimes it’s just impossible to have someone around when stuff happens. Look, it’s like this,” she explained. “Y’know how sometimes you’re in the bathroom, using the toilet, and some guy busts in and makes you do sex stuff like handjobs ‘n stuff?” As all four nodded she smiled and continued. “Well, only a few guys make you actually swallow the stuff. Most like just spooging all over your face. But, if you’re wearing your uniform, then you can use the sash to wipe it off as proof!”
“Wow, you gave fifty handjobs?” Maria asked in a reverent tone, leaning in close to peer at the crusty sash in front of her. “How long did that take?”
“Of course Chloe gave fifty handjobs she prolly did it in about a week she can do ANYTHING!!!” buzzed Penny as she too crowded in.
“Well, it was honestly more like a hundred handjobs,” Chloe replied with a tiny giggle, her face flushing just a bit from a combination of pride and embarrassment at being the center of attention. “The first few times I wasn’t aiming right, ‘n the guys just spurted their stuff on my face or in my hair. ‘N there were a few where I didn’t remember to bring along my sash, so I couldn’t wipe it off and have proof. But it just takes practice and focus, don’t worry, you’ll get it!”
“I am sure that we will, with your help,” Annette replied in a quiet, almost reverent voice.
“What’s this one?” Maria asked as she tapped a blue-violet petal.
“That is an Iris patch,” the ten-year-old replied with a smile. “To get that you have to masturbate in public ‘n make sure someone brings proof like a picture or a video to Mrs. Goldberg… or to me, since I’m your mentor now,” she added. “And once you do it ten times, you’ll earn it too!”
“Can… we do it now?” Shelly asked as she stroked Chloe’s stained and filthy Virgin uniform. “Like, so we can see how to do it right,” she added as she glanced at the older girl, blushed fiercely, and looked away.
“Yeah!” Maria adds excitedly. “I wanna do it now too!”
“Me too!” Annette added as well.
“I wanna see how Chloe does it ‘cause she’s prolly done it so much that she’s like an expert and can show us all sorts of nasty stuff to make the boys like us better ‘n stuff like that,” Penny chattered.
“Well, okay,” Chloe replied with a grin. She dropped her Virgin uniform back onto her bag, slouched in chair, and flipped the tiny miniskirt of her current uniform up to her waist to expose herself to the four girls. “This is probably the best position to do it so that people can watch,” she explained as she carefully lifted her legs and propped her heels on the edge of her seat, balancing her feet carefully while letting her knees spread far apart – a position that exposed every square inch of her hairless pussy to the wide-eyed Virgins. The four try to match her position and the ten-year-old was pleased to see that most got it instantly. “No, Penny,” she advised as she glanced at the frizzy redhead, “you gotta scoot your butt to the edge of the seat.”
“I feel like I’m gonna slide off how do you keep from falling off when you’re doin’ stuff like this?”
“Tug up the back of your tunic,” the blonde responded. “Make sure your bare butt is on the seat, it’ll stay there easier if there’s nothing between it and the chair.” As Penny adjusted herself Chloe took a moment to judge each of the girls – and found herself getting more than a little horny. Unlike her well-used cunny the youngster’s slits were obviously virginal and had seen little use… Maria’s was a tiny dime-on-edge slit that almost seemed invisible, Annette’s was a easier to see because her skin was so pale, and both Shelly’s and Penny’s were equally small but because they were stretching their legs so wide each tiny little pre-teen hole gaped just a little bit. “Good, that’s good,” she said with an encouraging smile. “Now, the best way to get off is to take two fingers,” she continued, holding up her right hand with her index and middle fingers extended together, “and just start rubbing your clit. No need to rush,” she quickly added as Penny practically attacked her tiny nubbin, “there’s plenty of time. Just keep doing it until you cum.” As she joined the quartet in self-pleasure she couldn’t help but notice that Shelly kept glancing over at Annette out of the corner of her eye while Maria had a look of intense concentration on her face – and Penny’s gaze was focused squarely between Chloe’s own spread legs. “Oh, and just know that this one won’t count for your patch,” she added, her voice containing a bit of a rough edge as she felt the waves of sexual pleasure coursing through her body as she stroked her button. “You kinda need to do this in front of strangers.”
“Tha’s okay,” Maria slurred as her face flushed from the sensations coursing through her six-year-old body and her breaths coming in ragged gasps, “I jus’ wanna practice!”
The sight of the little girls rubbing themselves, feeling the familiar sensation she knew all too well coursing through their pre-teen bodies made Chloe even hotter. Her eyes slid from girl to girl, from slit to slit, even as she fingered her own cunny… and then she found her gaze sliding across the room, past Shelly to where Erin knelt between Jessie’s bound-apart legs and feasted on the redhead’s pussy. Jessie was playing up the unwilling victim as she strained against the duct tape keeping her in place, but then as the little blonde watched she stiffened and twitched, shoving her hips forward in an effort to bring her sex closer to Erin’s lapping tongue. For a moment Chloe felt a pang of jealousy flash through her soul – but the feeling was washed away in an instant as another memory roared into the forefront of her mind…
Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat there, helpless to resist the sheer primal lust burning in her body, prompted by the abuses visited upon her by her best friend. Erin’s butterfly barrettes seemed to almost flutter in her hair, and then she raised her brown eyes to Chloe’s blue and both their gazes locked and she saw nothing but love, full, unconditional, complete and total love from Erin and she knew that the girl loved her as much as Chloe loved her and then wave broke and she crashed over the edge as her cervix spasmed deep inside her pre-teen, still virgin pussy as her lover brought her to climax yet again and as dark spots filled her swimming vision she sobbed tears of pure joy and sexual release that Erin still found her taste irresistible and she SO hoped that SHE TOO could feast on Erin’s succulent cunt
“Uh uh uh uh ah ah AH!” The sound of a six-year-old’s orgasm tore her back to the present, and she looked over at Penny just as the Virgin’s thighs snapped around her still-squirming hand and she came, her head raised and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she shivered through a silent scream of pure pleasure. Her little-girl orgasm started the dominos falling… Penny was quickly followed by Annette (who just stiffened, shuddered, and made a tiny little squeak that Chloe felt like she could watch over and over again), and then Shelly (who never took her eyes off of Annette), and Maria (who, Chloe noted, actually looked a little like she imagined she herself did when she came, her thighs lolling open wider as if in invitation for any cock out there to take advantage of her helpless position). “Very good!” she says with a proud smile as she resumed working her own stiff, sensitive clit.
As she let the girls watch her masturbate, she smiled at them… but every so often she tried to see Erin out of the corner of her eye. I thought I let her eat me out, right after Jessie admitted her butt-stuff, she mused. But she’s doin’ it to JESSIE. That can’t be right – I remember it was me! Seconds later her confusion didn’t matter as she crashed over the edge and into her own orgasm, feeling fours sets of astonished eyes watching as her pussy convulsed and spat a dollop of combined girl-and-boy cum onto the floor in front of her. But just before the wave of nothingness washed over her she remembered, remembered Erin’s face covered with her girly-oils as she strained against the duct tape holding her tight…
“Ah! Ah! Ah!!!” Chloe arched her back as she bore down on Dylan’s cock, trying to impale herself as deeply as possible onto his six-inch prick as she could. Sweat beaded her forehead and ran down into her eyes, and she paused for a heartbeat to wipe her face with the back of one hand before planting her palm firmly back on her brother’s hairless chest and resuming her sisterly duty with a roll of her hips. All the cocks she had taken that day had loosened her up a little bit – or maybe it was the cocktail of hormones coursing through her system that made her so wet that she thought she would drip – but he slid in and out of her tiny, pre-teen cunt easily. “So good,” she moaned as she rolled her hips one last time and then resumed bouncing up and down, “so fucking good!”
“Say it, you little cunt!” Dylan growled in return, reaching up with one hand to give her a firm slap across the face before gathering her pigtails in his grip and yanking her head back. “Say it!” he insisted.
“Ah!” The ten-year-old felt tears sting the corners of her eyes as pain blossomed in her scalp, but the slap and the yank forced her lust to spike, taking her even higher as she increased the tempo of her bouncing. “Ah, yes! I’m a whore, a worthless dirty slut, I deserve this!” she whined, knowing the truth of the words as they tumbled out of her mouth. “I’m just a cunt, a filthy little cunt, you’re right, you’re so right!”
It was good… but it could have been better. Oh, she loved fucking Dylan, loved the feeling of his cock inside her pussy, loved the way he dominated her – but tonight everything was just off. The ten-year-old let her body operate on autopilot, letting her hips do all the work in a steady rhythm as she pondered everything she had experienced that day. This morning I fucked him, and believed everything he said, knew who I was. But now…
It was all just so… weird. She still had no idea who the tall man who had confronted her in the hallway actually was, now why she felt she should fear him. She didn’t know who the strangers in the hallway were. She had evidently told Harper about her sexual beliefs but didn’t remember the conversation, while she definitely felt like she had already attended Missy’s birthday party. She felt like she was reliving her life but things were different at the same time – almost as if there was a script that she had memorized, but everyone else was kind of ad libbing their lines. I remember that Maria had confessed that she had blown her brother, but tonight she didn’t. I remember that it was ME who Erin tied to a chair and ate out, but tonight it was Jessie.
Even this, she thought idly as she gave another roll of her hips, whimpered another gasp of pained pleasure, and redoubled her efforts on Dylan’s cock, even THIS feels so familiar! When her brother had ambushed her after she got home from the meeting and dragged her into his room, she was struck by how familiar it was. Everything felt like she had done it millions of times before, with only tiny little differences each time to differentiate her current experiences from the ones before. Grab her pigtails and drag her into his bedroom with a yank so hard that it brought tears to her eyes, check – done that. Tear of her clothes, check – done that. Push her down to her knees and shove his cock between her lips to get him hard, check – done that. Force her to fuck him while he slapped and pinched and yanked and twisted and reminded her over and over and over again of how she was nothing more than a worthless cunt designed to take cock, been there done that what’s the next scene? It was the same, it was so totally the same as every other time she had used her pre-teen body to pleasure him that it felt… usual. We did this before, she mused as she accepted another slap, whimpered the standard whimper of pain and humiliation, and lifted one leg to plant her heel on the mattress to give him a better view of her hairless slit sliding up and down his Chloe-slicked cock. We’ve done this before, we’ve done this so many times before. How many times? She couldn’t remember – but it felt so usual, so every day, so matter-of-fact that she felt like she had been having sex with Dylan forever. Oh, there were differences, enough so that she could tell that it wasn’t exactly the same as before… but it was still all so much the same…
“Hey!” A sharp voice, followed quickly by an even sharper slap across her face, tore her attention back to the present. Dylan glared up at her with undisguised hatred, a dull fire burning behind his eyes. “Stop spacing out and get to work!”
“I’m sorry, Dylan,” she quickly replied.
“What’s the problem, sweetie?” her mother asked.
For a heartbeat Chloe wasn’t sure that she had actually heard her mother’s voice – it wasn’t part of the same, after all – but once it registered she squeaked in fear and quickly covered her bare chest with one forearm as she whipped her head around. Amanda was standing in the open door, the filmy babydoll nightie barely covering her adult body and her hair twisted into a ponytail, her makeup-free face critical as she peered in on her two youngest children. “Mommy!” the little girl squealed in shock.
“Mom, the bitch keeps spacing out!” Dylan complained. Chloe was struck by how immature he sounded in that second – almost as if he were a little boy whose favorite toy wasn’t working right. “It’s like she’s just going through the motions!”
“Now Chloe,” her mother said in a disappointed tone as she took a step into the bedroom, “you know that when you fuck Dylan you’re supposed to make him the center of attention. After all,” she explained as she took another couple of steps across the dusty carpet and took a seat on the edge of the bed, “you were just born to fuck him, after all.”
“I know, Mommy,” Chloe quickly said – but even though she knew it was the correct response, the words still felt a bit strange coming out of her mouth. Wait, DO I know that? she wondered for a split-second. HOW do I know that? “I’m just… There are…”
“She keeps thinking about all the other cocks she’s fucking,” Dylan pouted.
“Is this true?”
Chloe only hesitated for an instant before she knew exactly what to say. “Yes,” she admitted, casting her eyes down and looking embarrassed at being caught out. She had no idea how she knew what to say, she just did – the words just seemed to appear in the front of her consciousness like they had been there all along, had always been there. It’s like a script, and these are my lines, she realized. Just say what you know to say. “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m sorry Dylan…”
“Master,” her brother corrected with another slap.
“Yes, I’m sorry, Master,” she quickly corrected. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t paying attention, I’ve just been sleeping with so many guys that I get confused. I’m just a stupid girl,” she added in a sudden flash of inspiration, punctuating her words with a dull look on her face. “I’m not smart enough to actually keep things straight in my head.”
Out of the corner of her eyes she watched as Dylan exchanged a look with their mother… and then she felt it. It was the same feeling that she had at school earlier, that weird prickling on the back of her neck as if someone were watching, someone was spying on her. She kept her face lowered as she tried to peer off the bed but the angle was all wrong – only Dylan, the mattress, and her mother’s forearm were in her field of vision. What…
“I was afraid of this,” Amanda sighed. She placed a gentle palm against Chloe’s bare, sweaty back and gave a soft little pat. “Sweetie, when I encouraged you to fuck as many boys as you could, that didn’t mean you should forget getting your brother off. After all, giving him someone to fuck was the only reason you were born.”
“I know, Mommy, ‘n I’m sorry!” The words didn’t feel right, but somehow she knew that they were the correct thing to say. She raised her face and looked at her mother… and out of the corner of her eye she thought that she spotted a strange misty form slipping into the wall, but by the time she managed to focus her eyes on the spot it was gone. The second that the form left the room the feeling of being watched also vanished, and the connection between the two sent a cold chill down her spine. “I can handle it, really, I can!” she insisted, returning her focus back to Amanda, meeting her mother’s steady gaze with a pleading one of her own. Don’t say anything… “I really like being a slut, I do, ‘n it’s making me so popular, please don’t make me stop…”
“But you’re not doing your duty to your brother,” her mother pointed out.
“I am, really!” the ten-year-old insisted. “I’m fucking him every morning ‘n every evening, and I make sure to take all his stuff in my cunny so I can get pregnant. I let him do whatever he wants to me whenever he wants…”
“Is this true?” her mother asked, turning her attention to Dylan.
“Yeah, sort of, I guess,” her brother replied sullenly. “But she’s getting all distracted ‘n shit! How am I supposed to bust a nut if she’s acting all bored?”
“I’m not bored, really!” Chloe insisted. Deep inside she knew that she needed to be careful, that something in her life was very, very wrong… All the weirdness around her, the strange people who were there one minute and gone the next, the feeling that she had done it all before finally gelled in her mind, convincing her that she had to take care. She didn’t know exactly why – but she had a deep, dark feeling that if people around her knew that she knew that something was wrong it would be very bad for her. “I’m doing everything I should do!”
“Shut up, cunt!” Dylan snapped, punctuating his objection with a hard slap – much harder than usual – right across her mouth, his hand hitting hard enough to actually hurt. “Mom was asking me!”
“But I’m doing what you want!” the little girl insisted.
“Okay, that’s enough out of both of you.” Amanda sounded exasperated, almost as if she couldn’t believe she had to intervene in this matter yet again. “Dylan, you can’t be so rough with your sister,” she explained. “You know that when you get bored with her… And you will!” she quickly added when her brother opened his mouth to object. “When you get bored we’re planning to put her out on the streets, and nobody is willing to pay top-dollar for a damaged whore, no matter how young she is. Fuck her all you want, that’s fine – but don’t do any permanent damage! That’s what I’m here for.”
“Oh-kay,” Dylan replied, the tone of his voice making it perfectly clear that he didn’t like that particular rule.
“And Chloe,” her mother continued as she turned her attention back to her youngest daughter, “you’ve been fucking Dylan since you were five years old, and you should know by now just how violent he gets when you don’t perform properly. You want to get pregnant, I get that, and you want to be the most famous whore out there, that’s fine. You can fuck whoever you want, you can charge whatever you want right now. But never forget that Dylan always comes first! No matter where you are when he asks, no matter what else you may be doing, no matter who else you might be doing, you’ll spread your legs for him with a smile.”
“I will, I promise,” Chloe insisted. “I won’t get distracted again.”
“Excellent!” Her mother beamed and patted her bare back once more, before letting her palm slide down the ten-year-old’s sweat-slicked back to her ass. “Now, I believe you were in the middle of something?” she hinted.
Chloe didn’t need to be told twice… Planting her palms firmly on Dylan’s chest, she rolled her hips once, twice, three times, and then began bouncing up and down with a steady, constant rhythm. This time she made sure that she focused on her duties – when her brother brought his hand up to the side of her face she nuzzled his palm, uttering tiny little mewls of appreciative pleasure, and when he pinched one tiny little nipple she made sure to hiss in discomfort. The little girl became aware of her own growing pleasure, but if she had to be honest it might have been less due to the rather small cock in her pussy than it was the stiff finger that her mother sent worming into her tiny, puckered asshole. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted in time to her impalement, and when Amanda gave her the opportunity she shared a deep, wet tongue kiss with her mother.
She could feel the lust growing inside of her – but at the same time, another part of her mind was viewing everything with distant, almost cold detachment. I HAVE to do this, she thought as Dylan twisted her nubbin and the stinging pain combined with the wet shivering pleasure of her pussy to spike her passion even higher. I have to do this, and I CAN’T let anyone know that something’s wrong! Her mother, Dylan, Erin and Harper, everyone… they just wouldn’t understand, couldn’t understand. They would think she was going crazy. Maybe she was. She wasn’t sure – but right then and there, all she did know was that she was fucking her brother just like she had done hundreds of times before, but this time she didn’t love his cruel attention as she normally did. He’s gonna tense ‘n cum in me, she knew, and then I’LL cum, ‘n then he’ll just kick me out. I know it will happen, and I know that I love the way he treats me like a whore… so why don’t I love it NOW?
And just like she predicted, just like she knew it was going to happen, Dylan’s breathing became rougher and his body tensed beneath her, and as she felt him twist her nipples once more (just like she knew he would) she felt the hot, splashing wetness of his seed spurt into her cunny. The sensations in her womb and chest and asshole sent her over the edge (just like she knew she would), and her senses dimmed as she shivered and gasped and welcomed her brother’s jism inside her body. Most of her loved it, most of her welcomed the darkness of her orgasm and how the knowledge that she had succeeded in getting a boy off with her body once more thrilled her – but a tiny little core of self, deep in her mind, wondered why she was so happy. I don’t have any reason to be UNhappy, she wondered as she rolled her hips once more to wring every last drop out of her brother’s balls, and then collapsed in a heap on his sweaty body. But why do I feel so happy about fucking Dylan? Why do I cum every time, no matter how rough the sex is? What’s wrong with me?
She wasn’t quite sure how long she lay there… it could have been just a few seconds, it could have been minutes. Between the shivering aftershocks of her orgasm and the roiling turmoil of her thoughts she wasn’t sure. But when she was conscious enough to focus once more she found that Dylan had rolled her off to one side and was lying back, his hands folded behind his head, as their mother suckled at his still-stiff ten-year-old cock. “Oh, you’re awake, cunt?” he sneered when he noticed her stir. “’Bout time. I’m done with you, leave now.”
Chloe glanced at their mother, who let Dylan’s cock slip from her puffy lips with an audible POP! as she peered at her daughter. “Yes, go to bed,” she said in a firm, commanding voice, the effect of which that was only partially ruined by the gleaming glaze of Chloe-juice and Dylan-sperm shining her lips. “You have school tomorrow.”
“O… okay. G’night.” She scooched her backside down the mattress and clambered over the footboard, taking a moment to steady her wobbly, post-orgasm legs before padding across the room and out of the bedroom. She didn’t bother closing the door behind her – she knew what the grown woman and her young son were doing, and the only other person who might be interested was Lisa the Death Slut… who, based on the sounds emanating from her bedroom, was otherwise occupied at the moment. The little girl paused as the sound of a muffled female groan followed by a guttural male growl flitted into her ears, and she crept forward and pressed her eye against the crack between the ajar door and the frame…
Chloe’s eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Death Slut Lisa was on her bed, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts and her pale flesh almost glowing in the moonlight streaming in from the window. Behind the gag – her own panties, the little girl noted – the fourteen-year-old was screaming as she struggled and thrashed against her bonds. A man was on top of her, thrusting into her pussy with an almost violent movement as he raped her, while another five guys were clustered around the mattress and the helpless girl, waiting their turn. As the pre-teen watched the guy on top of her paused, slapped the sobbing girl across the face, and then clamped down on one tiny bruised tit with a crushing grip as he resumed his thrusts. “Quit… whining… bitch!” he grunted in time to his movements.
“Ya, yew know yew wanted this,” a second guy said with an evil laugh as he stroked his thick, stiff cock. “Ya wore that dress, y’know!”
The first guys thrusts grew harder, and then with a groan he buried himself inside the bound teenager balls-deep. Lisa wailed behind her gag and stiffened as she felt him cum inside her, helpless to prevent the thick clots of boy-seed from flowing into her womb. The guy gave another thrust, and then a second, and then he pulled out of her raw pussy with a wet sucking sound. “That’s one,” he snickered as he slapped her tit and climbed off the bed. “Only another five to go.”
“And then we work over yer ass,” said a third guy as he ran his hand up the side of her face.
As number two took his position between Lisa’s spread legs, Chloe couldn’t help but feel a little jealous – and in the same instant she wondered why the Hell she was jealous for her sister instead of being horrified. Maybe when they’re done with her, she mused as she stepped away from the door and slipped down the hall to her own bedroom, they’ll come visit me! Wait, no, she quickly told herself, wouldn’t that be bad? She was so confused… The idea of the six guys working her over while she was helpless to resist thrilled her, and if she wasn’t already rubbed raw from the fierce fucking Dylan had given her she might have joined them – but they were Lisa’s dates, and even though she didn’t really owe her sister anything she decided to let the teenager have her fun. I’m the good one, after all! she declared to herself as she slipped through the door to the sanctuary of her bedroom.
Aren’t I? But if I’m a slut, shouldn’t I be TRYING to steal her dates away from her? I don’t understand what’s wrong with me…
She wasn’t sure what drew her attention – maybe a tiny little motion out of the corner of her eye, maybe a tiny little noise that she barely registered, maybe a scent wafting into her nostrils or a tiny breeze caressing her sweat-slicked flesh, whatever. But the second that she quietly shut the door behind her she felt the presence again, a prickling on the back of her neck as if someone was watching. The little girl whipped head around… but there was nobody there. Her room looked the same as always, from the dirty clothes choking her hamper to the rather rumpled bed to the pile of ignored schoolwork on her desk…
… and paused. There, sitting right in the center of the desk, right on top of her math textbook and her Wilderness Girls binder, poking out from under a catalog advertising corsets and sex-toys designed for young girls that she really wanted to sample, was a small, simple notebook.
Is that mine? Chloe wracked her brain, trying to remember if she had ever owned a notebook like that or if she might have borrowed it from a friend, and she came up empty. I don’t remember that, she frowned as she made her way over to the desk and ran her fingers across the notebooks surface. It was cool to the touch, nothing special, with a yellow cover and the tight spiral of the metal spine almost shining in the light of her bedroom. It was exactly like every other notebook she had seen. But for some reason, some strange reason that she couldn’t describe or even name, she had the feeling that it was important. She paused… and then she gathered up the notebook, turned off her desk lamp, and slipped over to her bed with the notebook tight in her hand. The sheet felt cool against her slick body, and she settled against her pillow and flipped open the cover…
There were pages, dozens of pages filled with tight, cramped handwriting. Who did this? the little girl wondered. She rolled over under the sheet, wincing slightly as one aching, slightly swollen nipple scraped against the normally soft cotton of her sheets, and propped herself up on one elbow as she tried to get comfortable. Deep in her belly she could feel the wetness in her womb shift, and the ten-year-old instinctively pressed her thighs together to keep as much sperm – as much of her brothers hot, incestuous seed – inside her body for as long as possible. Chloe flipped to where the pages stopped, about half-way back, and then slowly flipped back to the beginning. Every page was filled with writing, with lists, with strange coded combinations of words in the margins, all the handwriting instantly recognizable as her own. Did I do this? she frowned as she tried to think. Idly she tugged the top sheet down to her hip, letting the cool air of her room wash over her sweaty, nude torso and shoulders, as she closed the notebook to peer at the cover I don’t remember doing this. But I must have, it’s my writing. So much weirdness was happening, from the strangers at school, to that evening’s Wilderness Girls meeting, and now this mysterious notebook, she wasn’t quite sure what was real and what wasn’t. When did I write this, and why don’t I remember? she wondered as she flipped to the first page and began to read.
May 3rd.Thought I saw a mess in the stairwell at school that vanished – boy-stuff and rubbers? At Wilderness Girls, weird uniforms and badges that went back to normal. Got tied up and got pussy ate by Erin…