Programming: Chapter 12 - Descent

by The Pediatrician

mc; drug; Mg; bg; MF; M+g; mg; b+g; M+g+; mast; oral; anal; bd; inc

Chloe paused as she stumbled over to the bench outside the production offices and gratefully sank onto the warm metal slats. Her legs still felt wobbly, felt as though they were going to just give out at any second, and the bench allowed her to rest, to try to recover, to try to come to terms with what she had just done. It had only been twenty minutes ago and she was still in shock, still confused, still unsteady and scared and disgusted and more than a little sick to her stomach. I can’t believe I just did that! she thought as she took a deep, shuddering breath and gripped the strap of her purse even tighter and tried not to puke. She was convinced that anyone looking at her could immediately tell what she had done. She hadn’t wanted to do it, but she had no choice – it was all part of the business.

When her agent Piotr had called to tell her that one of the seventy-five kajillion headshots she had sent out had FINALLY paid off and that she was up for a commercial, she had been thrilled. It wasn’t a super-spectacular thing, just a thirty second spot for some children’s toy line that would get lost within a million other commercials just like it during the summer promotions, but it would be her first professional job, her first ‘real’ time before the camera! She wanted it so much, wanted it more than anything else she had ever wanted, and after two cattle calls and three in-person interviews before five different casting groups sitting in judgment of her ten-year-old skills, she was ecstatic when she found out that she was one of three girls who had made the short list!

But then there was the final meeting. The director had been a pudgy guy as old as her daddy, and he insisted that if she really, REALLY wanted the part she would have to prove she could follow direction. She would have to prove herself, prove just how much she wanted to get the part. She knew it was wrong, what he was insisting that she do was dirty and wrong and totally illegal… But she wanted the part so badly…

It was so… So… She swallowed as she felt a wave of sickness roll through her upset tummy and shivered as she realized that she just couldn’t come up with the words to describe how she was feeling. First he made her take off her dress, filming her shame while she blushed and whimpered and stripped down to her pink cotton panties. He touched her, touched her tiny little nipples as they stiffened in the cool air of the office, touched her butt through her panties, pushed his fingers INTO her panties and touched her cunny, made her open her mouth and touched her TONGUE, he touched… everything. Then he made her kneel before him, and he made her do those things and say those things…

I’m not a slut,” she whispered as she hugged herself, shivering in the warm May air not because she was cold but from the realization of what had happened, what she had done. She had heard stories – rumors, really – that it happened to actresses, that they had to do things that were disgusting to get parts. The only person she knew for sure had actually done stuff was Jesse Connolly… she too had seen the video on the internet of the nine-year-old redhead stripping and dancing naked in her bedroom and then laying back and spreading her legs and touching herself down there, just like everyone else on the planet had seen the twenty-five minute movie. Jesse had claimed that she was a slut at the end as she smiled and spread her little-girl pussy, and Chloe had thought that the girl was stupid to do such a thing – but NOW there was a video of HER saying the EXACT SAME THING, and doing so much more, so much worse…

His thing was HUGE! she thought as a tiny tremor of – Terror? Was that it? – roiled through her body once more. She had seen Dylan’s thingy before when they were both younger, but her brother’s was like a thick finger dangling down between his legs while the director’s was massive, and it stuck straight up, and she swore that it was as big around as her arm.

She felt another wave of sickness wash over her as remembered what he had made her do. He made her stand with her hands behind her back with a fake proud smile on her face even though she felt nothing but fear as he filmed every inch of her almost-naked body… He made her crawl across the carpet to where he sat on the couch… He made her put her hands on his THING, and pump it up and down… He made her put her TONGUE on his thing, and it grossed her out but she did what she was told… He made her pump and lick until he spurted his stinky white boy-stuff onto her face and into her hair, and he made her smile for his camera and tell him how much she was a slut and how she loved it even though she didn’t with his stuff all slimy and gooey around her eyes and dribbling down her face…

It was a BLOWJOB!!! she realized with sick shock. He had made her give him a blowjob, and she hadn’t wanted to, but she HAD to do whatever it took to get the part, she was only ten years old but he made her lick his cock and he made her LICK the STUFF off of his thing and she had TASTED it and she could still feel it on her forehead and in the back of her throat and it was SO GROSS and she wanted to cry because she hated it hated everything he had made her do but he had the TAPE of her smiling and saying she was a slut and a whore and had fucked a million guys but she hadn’t and she gave him a blowjob but she didn’t want to and he shot his stuff all over her and she could feel it oozing as she looked right into the camera and smiled and boasted that she loved how it felt loved how it tasted and she was so happy that she could do it for a part in a crappy commercial




“Smile!”

Chloe paused her squirming for half a second, glanced over her shoulder, and smiled a wide, toothy smile. Behind her the man made sure that she was in frame (she thought) before pressing the button, snapping the cell phone pic of the mostly-naked blonde Wilderness Girl as she fucked the nameless man before – beneath – her. Personally she didn’t think she looked all that great – in fact, between her limp hair, shiny forehead, and sweaty body, she thought she looked rather gross! But he seemed happy with the image and flashed a quick little smile as he nodded at her. “Thanks,” he tossed in her general direction.

“It’s my pleasure, sir!” she chirped as she beamed. As the passerby took a quick step down to take a picture of Erin in her work, Chloe turned her attention back to the man seated in the chair beneath her, readjusted her hands on his shoulders, and resumed her bouncing, making tiny little high-pitched squeaks and squeals of effort as she worked her cunny up and down his thick shaft.

It had been a busy Thursday, and in truth she was tired and really wanted to go to bed – but she was at the same time determined, driven to do what she had promised no matter how uncomfortable, sore, and well-fucked she felt! That morning she hit the ground running, intent on checking things off of her to-do list as much for the sense of accomplishment as to make sure that nothing, simply nothing would get in the way of Missy’s party tomorrow evening. Dylan was her first, and she had thrust herself down upon her twin with a wild energy as he pulled and twisted and pinched her nipples and slapped her face and called her a slut and a whore and a cunt and she agreed with every single word, until she came with an earth-shattering orgasm and he spurted his brotherly seed into her womb. Mr. Peterson bent her almost double on his desk as he stretched open her straining, aching asshole and she sobbed and whimpered and moaned and came a second time. A janitor had provided her with a bit of oral practice while everyone else was in the lunchroom, and she appreciated her liquid meal as he tensed and shot his load into the back of her throat. She simply skipped her afternoon class and headed over to the Marsh house, where Mr. Marsh fucked her on his daughter’s bed while his wife sneered down at her and constantly reminded the ten-year-old that she was little more than a brood mare for the couple. (I know already! she remembered thinking in exasperation – she knew she was only valuable as a womb and cunt, why did the woman have to keep reminding her while her husband tried to knock her up?) Mid-afternoon was Roger at Popinjays, and as much as she was happy at the sensation of her pre-teen pussy being filled with so much cock she had to admit that she was also feeling more than a bit worn down there! She staggered back home by four, exhausted and well-fucked and convinced that she could feel the cum sloshing in her womb. If it were a normal day she might have spent an hour or two upside-down to make sure every drop stayed inside her body, but she just didn’t have the time – after all, tonight the Wilderness Virgins would be conducting their first fundraiser at the mall, and as their mentor Chloe had to set a good example!

Speaking of which… Chloe subconsciously let her body take over as she checked on the younger girls out of the corners of her eyes. The Virgins were in a semi-circle next to the card table, each one kneeling before a stranger who donated a quarter to the cause in return for a digital reward. Marie had a look of intense concentration on her face as she used both of her tiny hands to jerk off the tall man in the business suit, and the ten-year-old made a silent note to herself to teach the girl a bit of showmanship. Shelly looked almost humiliated as she pumped the cock of a pimply teenager who was using his lunch break from his food court job for something other than eating, although the two separate cum-stains on her sash made it clear that she knew what she was doing. Penny, on the other hand, was moving her hands so fast that they were almost a blur, and rather than aiming properly she was simply letting the jism splatter anywhere on her six-year-old body that it landed. Annette was almost fastidious, and Chloe felt a pang of jealousy as the high-school jock standing before her groaned and tensed, and the brunette half-twisted to put her sash in the line of fire.

Good enough for a first time, she decided as she returned her focus to her part of the fundraiser – while the Virgins had strict orders to only sell handjobs for a quarter, she and Erin (as befitting their roles as Wilderness Nymphos) were taking the opportunity to work on their badges. Erin sported a look of intense, pain-filled concentration as she forced her stretched asshole down on its third cock of the evening (“I am so gonna earn my Painful Pleasure badge tonight!” she had whispered fiercely to the tiny blonde as they were setting up. “Only another eight cocks in my shitter, ‘n it’s mine!”). On the other hand Chloe knew that there was no way for her to complete the requirements for her Self Sustainability badge – she still needed to earn another eighty-four dollars as a whore, and at only fifty cents a fuck she just simply couldn’t ball that many guys in one evening. Be fun to try, she admitted to herself as she gave a little roll of her hips, moaning softly as she felt the third hard shaft of her evening shift around in her stinging, worn-out pussy.

The ten-year-old felt the corners of her mouth curl down into a little frown at the realization that her Wilderness Girl goals were likely the only definite, orderly thing in her mind. The strange notebook flashed into her memory, and not for the first time she wondered why she had written it. It is my handwriting, I wrote it, she mused, but… why would I do that? The twenty pages were filled with information that seemed familiar but actually wasn’t – details of a two-week period that she was currently living in which ‘she’ had noted every confusing sexual thing that had happened. I wrote about Missy’s party but that’s not ‘til tomorrow, and camp isn’t until next weekend. She knew that to be true… but why had she written as if they had already happened? So weird…

That was confusing enough. But far more confusing were the things that were happening that weren’t in the journal. Such as this, she noted as she gave her bare backside a little wriggle for a moment before she returned to bouncing her hips up and down. There were mentions of the Wilderness Girls in the notebook, but for some reason it had jumped from last night’s meeting – in which the fictional Chloe wrote about being tied up and eaten out by Erin, as if her imaginary memories were real – straight to the campout next weekend, where evidently was normal until she got wasted and raped Erin. Which is so OBVIOUSLY fake, ‘cause all I have to do is ask and Erin would sleep with me, she acknowledged. I didn’t write about this fundraiser at the mall, she mused. Is this something new? Or didn’t I care about this to actually make something up? The weirdness of her fictional life was bad enough, but then there was that girl…

“Hey!” A sharp impact, half-slap and half-punch, to the side of her head knocked her back into the here-and-now as the stranger she was servicing smacked her in the skull hard enough to cause a ringing in her ears. She refocused and saw him scowling, and realized with a start of guilt that she had stopped moving, stopped impaling herself on his thick cock, stopped fucking the stranger like the Wilderness Girl whore she was. “You want your money then do your fucking job, you little cunt!” he growled, his face a mask of annoyance.

“I’m sorry sir!” Chloe quickly replied as tears of pain stung the corners of her eyes. Fuck, get it together now, she snarled to herself as she took a firm grip on his shoulders and bore her hips down. His cock slid all the way into her, plunging deep enough so that the tip popped against her tight, hyper-sensitive cervix, and the ten-year-old was helpless to prevent a gasping moan of pained pleasure from escaping her mouth. “Do it, do it,” she chanted softly to herself as she increased her tempo, moving her pre-teen body up and down faster and faster, harder and harder, until she was lost in the pain and pleasure and aches and stinging coursing through her body, and she was close, and then he grunted and tensed and she felt the splashing wetness of his cum spurting into her pre-teen womb, her sixth glorious load of the day in there, and both the knowledge and the sensations made her cum, and the entire world shrank to the roiling, shivering glory of her cock-filled pussy…

When she managed to struggle back to the present she found herself laying limp against the stranger, her cheek pressed to his chest as she gasped for air and trembled through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Deep in her pussy she felt his cock twitch, and she allowed a tiny little whimper of pleasure to escape from between her lips as she stirred. So good… “Thank you for fucking me, sir,” she said weakly as she brought her palms up to raise herself into a seated position. “The Wilderness Girls appreciate your contribution!” she added as she raised herself up and off his shaft, shivering as she felt the rod leave her spunk-soaked sex.

“Whatever,” he replied dismissively. Chloe managed to take a step back on trembling legs, and he hitched up his pants as he stood and glowered down at the little girl. His eyes were filled with contempt, and he tossed a sneer in her direction as he turned and walked away without another word.

Asshole, she thought as she grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped at the slime coating the inside of her thighs. As she caught her breath she spared a glance at the Virgins, but all four seemed to be doing fine so she decided not to interfere. As she watched the guy standing before Annette tensed and with a growl of sexual satisfaction he came, and the six-year-old took the first splash on the side of her face before she redirected the rest of his issue onto her sash. Gotta work on that, she noted to herself.

“Looks like they’re getting the hang of it,” Erin commented next to her. Chloe glanced at the skinny blonde for a second as her fellow Nympho half-twisted her upper body to wipe between her asscheeks, taking in her friend’s flushed cheeks and sweat-soaked hair. “They’ve each jacked off a couple of guys so far, right?”

“Right,” the ten-year-old replied. She flipped her pigtails back over her shoulders and pitched her voice lower as she peered critically at the four Virgins. “Their aim is shit,” she opined, “’n Penny is pumping way too fast, but yeah, it’s a good beginning.” She felt a tiny little swell of pride in her heart, and allowed a secretive smile to curl her lips for a moment before she leaned closer. “They kinda remind me of us at that age!” she whispered.

“Right!” Erin whispered back.

“Hey, cunt.” The deep male voice drew her attention and she half-turned with an automatic smile crossing her face as the man – some father chaperoning his kids out for an evening at the mall? – held up two quarters for a moment before dropping them in the small wooden box labeled CHLOE on the table. He was tell, and she felt her aching cunny starting to drool as she noted the thick bulge in his jeans. “You ready?”

“Yessir!” the mostly-naked ten-year-old replied brightly. Notebook later, she told herself angrily as she stepped close to the man and peered up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes, her fingers working at the button of his jeans as she felt his growing erection against her wrist. For now, just concentrate on getting more yummy cum up inside me!




Chloe squirmed in discomfort as she leaned forward and peered at the screen before her. Her pussy felt worn out and stung more than a little bit, but she half expected that… I took EIGHT cocks in there today! Eight!!! she thought with a note of pride as she rolled the mouse wheel with a fingertip as she let the corners of her mouth turn up in satisfaction. Eight cocks, all spurting their baby-juice in my cunny – I hope one of them knocked me up! Of course, not all of the guys she had done wanted to give the ten-year-old her fondest wish and instead elected to shoot their stuff up her butt or down her throat or onto her face or into her hair (Kinda a waste, she allowed herself to think for a moment before dismissing her pointless opinion with a shrug), and she had to fight to keep the annoyance of her face as she ground her teeth in frustration. I like it wherever it goes, ‘n I love it when guys just use me however they want, she acknowledged. But how am I supposed to get preggo if it doesn’t go in my cunt? “Such shit,” she whispered to herself.

The Wilderness Girl expedition-cum-fundraiser at the mall had been a rousing success – dozens of passersby had taken advantage of the Virgin’s oral and hand skills, with each six-year-old managing to pleasure somewhere between eight and twelve men while she and Erin took care of those who insisted upon more. By the time the place closed and her mother had picked them up each girl was sweaty, sore, tired, and coated with a thin sheen of sweat and jizz that made minivan reek of well-fucked little girl. Chloe had insisted upon kissing each one goodnight when they dropped them off, taking full advantage of her position as mentor to the little girls to hold them tight against her own body and taste their spunk-soaked lips. Each one tasted better than the last, and by the time her mother pulled up to the house it was all she could do not to race upstairs and beg Dylan to fuck her one more time! But he was gone, out doing – something – and she was forced to rub her sore, stinging clit as she showered, making sure to keep her thighs pressed tightly shut to ensure that not a single drop of the precious boy-seed leaked from her womb as she forced herself to cum one last time. Finally satiated, she dried off, pulled on a pair of panties (which felt so weird on her normally naked body, and though she knew it was against the rules – and something for which she would probably be punished – she didn’t mind too much), and tried to figure out… something…

“Where is she?” she whispered in annoyance as she clicked back to the entry screen of the search engine and tried to think of a new combination to try. She just couldn’t get that journal out of her mind. She loved sex, totally loved fucking and sucking and being used – she did love it so! She knew she loved it, loved spreading her legs for any guy who wanted a piece of her body, loved the sensations that coursed through her soul as she came over and over again, loved the knowledge that she would become pregnant any day now, that every cock that popped off inside of her made it more likely. “I love it!” she repeated fiercely, almost as if daring her subconscious mind to disagree with her. “I’m a slutty whore, I love being a slutty whore!”

But then there was that journal-thing…

It says that I hate it, but that doesn’t make sense! The ten-year-old frowned a bit as she peered at the cover of the notebook, trying to reconcile what she had read – what she herself had evidently written – with the feelings she knew to be true in her heart of hearts. I love sex. I love fucking Dylan ‘n Mr. Marshall ‘n Roger. I love it when Mr. ‘n Mrs. Marsh tie me up and fuck me! She knew that it was true… she knew it!

So why did I write that I don’t? the ten-year-old wondered. And why don’t I REMEMBER writing it?

The computer finished its search and brought up a list of potential websites that might contain the information she was seeking, and Chloe leaned forward as she scrolled through the listings. The notebook was almost like a fictionalized version of her life, with everyone acting normally but where she thought they didn’t… except for a single person. That notebook says that I knew a girl named Hanna Goldberg, ‘n that she’s Erin’s big sister. But Erin doesn’t HAVE a sister. “So who is she?” the little girl whispered aloud. “Is she even real?” The notebook – her scribbled, barely coherent words detailing the feelings of a Chloe who didn’t like sex – certainly indicated that the girl was. She had written about Hanna as if she had some sort of girly-crush on her or something… but that was another part that didn’t make sense. Girls are made to fuck guys, she acknowledged, so what’s the point of doing another girl if there’re no boys around? “I just don’t get it,” she grumbled in annoyance.

Movie stars, television shows, biblical figures… the internet listed hundreds, thousands of references to Hannas, and thousands more to Goldbergs, but no Hanna Goldberg. Nothing, still nothing, and she ground her teeth in frustration. “Damn it,” she hissed as she leaned back in her chair. “I’m just a girl, ‘n I’m not smart enough to have made her up. She must be real! So why can’t I find her?” She didn’t know, and it was driving her insane! A glance at the clock showed her that it was almost midnight, and she felt a wave of exhaustion wash through her as her very physical day caught up. “That’s it,” she groused as she turned off her computer and pushed the chair back, “that’s enough. I’ll try again tomorrow.” Her bed was calling, soft and warm and inviting, and maybe she could finger her cunny one last time before dreaming of being used by an army of guys who treated her like the cunt she was…

She was about to turn out the light on the nightstand next to her bed when she heard the thump of feet on the stairs and muffled conversation in the hallway outside her room, and she reacted almost without thinking. Chloe quickly stripped off her panties and, after dithering for only a fraction of a second, stuffed them under her pillow just as the door opened and Dylan barged into the room. “Hey, you stupid slut,” he sneered as another boy, a stranger, followed her brother through the portal.

“Hi Dylan!” she chirped, digging deep into her exhausted soul in an attempt to sound bright and chipper. At the same time she checked out the newcomer, her blue eyes critical as she scanned him up and down. He looked kind of handsome in a youngish, on-the-cusp-of-manhood sort of way, with short, spiky black hair and the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. For some reason he seemed a bit familiar to her, almost as if she had met him long ago and had almost totally forgotten his existence, but in the brief instant she had to scan her memories she just couldn’t place him. “What’s up?” she asked innocently.

“I’m broke,” he replied without preamble, “so I decided that I’m gonna use you to get some more money. I’m gonna have the guys at school fuck you, and they’ll give me some cash.” He paused and peered at her for a second, his eyes sharp and critical as he seemed to look into her very soul, and the corners of his mouth turned down. “You got a problem with that, cunt?” he snapped.

Okay, now THAT was weird… “Uh uh!” she replied with a smile as she shook her head in denial. “That sounds really smart!” She scooched her bare butt up the mattress and leaned against the headboard, and saw the strange boy start in shock and actually blush a bit as her sheet fell to her waist and he saw every square inch of her upper body – and especially her flat chest and stiff, tingling nipples. “Why would I have a problem with that?” she asked.

Dylan didn’t answer but instead just stared at her for a few more seconds, and then he grunted as he nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Okay, this is William, he just moved here from California. Will, this is my slut of a sister. If you got a dollar, you can fuck her.”

The boy – William – couldn’t stop staring at her, and unaccountably Chloe felt her pussy starting to moisten yet again. Geez, my pussy’s really, really sore, she briefly thought as she shifted slightly on the bed and felt the stinging of her swollen lips. She didn’t really want to… but at the same time William seemed kind of nice, and she was a slut/whore, so she decided. What the fuck… sure! “Yeah, Bill,” she echoed her brother as she kicked the sheet down and lay naked before the pair, all of her prepubescent body on display to the staring boy. “Just give Dylan a buck and you can do whatever you want to me!”

“I… I…” William stammered as he raked his eyes up and down her naked body. Of course she couldn’t make it easy for him, and let her legs loll open a bit further and arched her back to give him a really good view, and she had to fight a giggle as he blushed even deeper. Of course he couldn’t resist… With trembling fingers he pulled a crumpled dollar bill out of the pocket of his jeans and held it out to her brother. “I… Okay,” he almost whispered as he focused squarely on her.

“Cool.” Dylan snatched up the dollar and stuffed it into his pocket, turning on his heel as he did so. “Do whatever you want to her, she’s a total slutbag who likes it rough,” he remarked as he made his way to the door. “But don’t damage her too much, though,” he added. “I’m gonna use her to make a ton of bank, so I need her able to fuck. But other than that, do what you want,” he ended as he pulled her bedroom door shut behind him.

Chloe turned her attention back to the boy standing next to her bed and was struck by how uncertain he was – he couldn’t seem to stop blushing as his eyes darted from her face to her chest to her pussy to her legs and back up, and he fidgeted with a sort-of nervous energy. Aw, he so shy it’s adorable! she thought as she gave him a sweet little smile. “Have you ever fucked a slut like me before?” she asked gently as she extended one bare foot to stroke his thigh with her toes.

“Uh uh,” he replied with a shake of his head. “Y…” He swallowed and tried to meet her eyes, gazing deep into her blue orbs with cool ones of his own. “You’re really pretty,” he stammered as stared at her.

The little girl started a bit as she felt a wave of confusion lance through her soul – why would her looks have anything to do with her ability to take a cock? Okay, he’s a weird one… “Thank you,” she said as she allowed her smile to deepen a bit. Chloe sat up and scooted to the edge of the mattress, bracing her palms on the edge as she leaned forward a bit and making sure that her legs were parted enough to give him a glimpse of her hairless slit. “Y’know, you can do whatever you want to me, I don’t care,” she explained gently. “I can suck you off, or you can fuck me up the ass if you don’t wanna put it in my pussy. Fuck, you can even slap me or choke me or tie me up and rape me, that’s all fine too, I love being used. Really,” she concluded as she raised one hand as an invitation for him to come closer, “you can do whatever you feel like doing, I love it all!”

“I…” William stammered as he shuffled forward, taking her hand in his. “I wanna put it in your pussy,” he admits, his quavering voice so quiet that it was almost a whisper.

The little girl smiled and gently pulled him closer. “Okay, sure!” she chirped brightly, feeling the slow burn of sexual excitement start to flow through her pre-teen body. “That’ll be fun!” She smiled up at him as he ground to a halt before her, trying to reassure the nervous boy as she flipped her pigtails over her shoulders. Leaning forward a bit more she grasped the hem of his tee shirt and helped him slide it up his body, and was pleased to see that, even though there wasn’t even a hint of hair on his chest, his torso was lean an promised a hint of muscles beneath his smooth flesh. Not bad, she mused as she worked the button on his jeans, hooked her thumbs into both waistbands of both the denim and his underwear, and rolled them down his legs as he kicked his sneakers off. His already stiff cock sprang free from its fabric cage, and while there were only a few tiny, dark curly hairs above his shaft Chloe was pleased to see that it was long-ish (maybe eight inches?) but nice and thick, just the way she liked them. He wasn’t a grown-up man like the guys she preferred to fuck but his form hinted that he would be handsome when he was an adult, and her desire bubbled up even higher. “So, how old are you?” she asked as she held his hand on her shoulder for balance as he finished stripping down.

“Twelve,” he replied with a nervous smile. “But my birthday’s gonna be next week, ‘n I’ll be thirteen then.”

“Ooo, an older man!” Chloe commented with a wicked smile. As he stood back up her gaze naturally fell to his cock, his thick, man-sized rod that almost seemed to dance in front of her eye. She swallowed to try to moisten her suddenly dry mouth and reached forth one tiny hand to take the tool in her grip, and thrilled when she could feel his pulse throbbing through its hot hardness. “I like older men,” she continued as she gave the rod in her hand a gentle little stroke, “they always fill me up so much! I’m only ten, ‘n my birthday was only back in April,” she continued as she smiled up at him. “So I’m not gonna be eleven until next year.”

“Can I kiss you?” he suddenly blurted.

The ten-year-old paused in her strokes for a moment as the confused wave washed over her once again, but she quickly recovered and continued her work. Why would he want to kiss a whore like me? she wondered. With a sudden flash of insight, Chloe realized that she couldn’t remember the last time she had actually kissed someone else, made lip-to-lip contact with a guy when she was with them… instead, every time that she had fucked she had just gotten right down to the sex, as was normal. This is THE weirdest kid I’ve ever met! Kissing does sound kinky, though… “Okay,” she agreed after only a moment’s hesitation.

She raised her face as he lowered his, and the second that their lips met in a slight, almost tentative buss Chloe felt an almost electric pulse shoot from her mouth down past her pounding heart and straight into her pussy, a sensation totally unlike anything she had ever experienced. Wow, nice! she opined as she kissed him a little bit deeper and he responded in kind. Their lips instinctively parted and their tongues ventured forth to meet in the middle, and even though their kisses were more sweet than anything else the ten-year-old felt her pussy slick even further, felt her nipples grow so hard that they ached, felt her blood surging through her veins as she grew even hotter. She felt William stroke her shoulder and was surprised when he made no move to slip his hands lower, to twist and pinch and torment her nubbins like men seemed to enjoy doing, and her arousal became tinged with even more confusion. What the Hell is happening here? she wondered in astonishment. He’s acting like he’s scared or something! Almost automatically her other hand dropped down between her thighs, and she moaned a tiny little moan of pure lust as her fingertips found her stiff, throbbing clit. The shock of worrying her button, the waves of pleasure from their ongoing, seemingly never-ending kiss, the taste of his hot breath filling her mouth, the feel of his throbbing cock in her hand, everything combined to raise her even higher, to tear ever-higher waves of bliss from her cunny, it felt so fucking amazing that she was having trouble believing it was real!

It happened so quickly that she didn’t even realize until it was too late… With a suddenness that shocked her he stiffened and stood ramrod straight, tearing her lips from hers and thrusting his hips forward. William groaned as his cock pulsed in her hand, and she was helpless to stop the spray of his jism from spurting onto her body. The first blast, a thick, hot, sticky white blast of cum, splattered against her throat and the bottom of her jaw, and with an Eep! of surprise she tried to redirect the spray downward. The second burst, just has heavy and thick as the first, painted a filthy line across her left nipple, while the third spattered up over her collarbone to join with the oozing first. The fourth, the fifth, the sixth, seventh, eighth, each one only a fraction of a bit smaller than the previous, joined the growing patch on her chest and tummy, painting the front of her body with a heavy, sticky ooze that dribbled down her form and dripped onto her thighs, her wrist, her hand, and her frantically stroking fingers. The scent of his boy-seed, the feel of his spunk spraying onto her body made her stiffen, and with a sudden shock the wave of her orgasmic pleasure crashed over her, wiping away the thing that had been Chloe and leaving only an undulating mass of pure, unadulterated, sexual bliss. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t actually tell him how happy she was… she could only make a high-pitched gasping whimper of a moan as her thighs snapped shut around her hand and she came, came again, came forever as he emptied the contents of his balls on her pre-teen form…

The thing that tore her back to the present was when William stumbled backwards, his movement pulling that gloriously wonderful tool of his from her sticky hand. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he babbled as his face burned a brilliant crimson of humiliation. “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry, you’re just so pretty and it felt so good, what you were doing with your hand…”

“No!” she insisted gently. “It’s okay, it’s just fine.” She wasn’t sure why but she wanted, she needed him to feel better about it. She hopped off the bed, took a fraction of a second to steady her shaking legs and wobbly knees, and managed to take a couple of small steps over to him as she used her hand to wipe – well, smear, really, there was just so much of it! – his stuff off of her chest, in truth doing little more than spreading the sticky goo over her nonexistent boobs and flat tummy and coating herself in a gleaming sheen of spunk. She stood close and looked up at him, and in that instant she realized that he was a good six inches taller than she, and standing before him made her feel all dainty and small. “It was your first time, right?” she asked, and at his ashamed nod she continued. “It was fine, it was good, really! I… I came too,” she admitted, blushing slightly as she ducked her head and looked down at his feet. Wait, why am I all embarrassed? a part of herself wondered. I’m a slut, a whore, I’ve fucked over a hundred guys! So why the fuck am I acting all shy ‘n shit? “I really liked it too,” she added, realizing that her words held a truth behind them that made them easier to say.

“Really?” he asked shyly.

“Really,” she agreed with a smile. She stood on her tip-toes and gave him another kiss, a sweet, soft little peck on his lips, and then let her face fall into a smile as she took his hand and steered him back towards the bed. “Look, you’ve bought me for the rest of the night, so we can do whatever you want,” she explained. “You can still fuck my pussy if you want, or even my butt, I love it back there, once you get hard again.”

“Can… we just talk? Just for a while,” he added quickly. “I want to know more about you.”

His words were so surprising that she almost tripped over her own feet as she stumbled. What the Hell?!? she wondered in surprise – that was something new, nobody ever wanted to actually talk to her after they had fucked her! I mean, why WOULD they? “Uhm, sure,” she replied. She was a mass of roiling emotions as she slipped back up onto her bed, scooting her nude body over to one side to give him room to join her. This is so bizarre, she admitted silently as she lay on her side, her head propped up on her hand, as she watched him join her on the mattress. He was just as naked as she was but he made absolutely no move to grab her – and instead, he actually surprised the ten-year-old by reaching down and flipping the sheet over the pair of them. She was aware of how close he was, how close together they were to each other, but they weren’t touching, there was no contact, and it felt… strange. He smiled at her, and she felt her heart pound in her chest. What’s wrong with me? she wondered as she tried to calm herself down. He’s just another cock to fuck, no different than anyone else!

Still… in the silence of the night, in her bedroom in which the only light came from the faint, dim bulb of the lamp beside her bed, she couldn’t deny that for some reason she couldn’t actually put her finger on he was different than all the others…




As her mother pulled away from the curb, Chloe took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. The early evening air was still warm, warm enough so that she didn’t feel the slightest chill even clad in the skimpy outfit she was wearing. A quick glance up and down the street told her that everything was normal – porch lights and windows glowed merrily here and there, the distant sounds of a television echoed quietly in her ears, and the smell of fresh-cut grass tickled her nose. It was all so… normal. Normal, she thought as she tugged her miniskirt down a bit to make sure that it rode low on her hips and covered her backside. Normal. And boring. “Is this right?” she murmured quietly as she took a couple of steps to her right to check the number on the mailbox. The numbers were right, she was at the right house, she had arrived at the party. But as she gazed across the lawn to the large, expensive-looking colonial-style house, she couldn’t help but feel this weird sense of bizarreness. I feel like I’ve been here before, but I haven’t, she mused as she gave her skirt yet another tug in the back. Or have I?

She just didn’t know. She knew that she had never been to Missy’s house. But that strange journal she had found – the diary that she didn’t remember writing – said that she had. That she had went to Missy’s tenth birthday party, where she had a ton of great sex with a bunch of strangers that she claimed she hated… which was stupid, because she loved sex! And she met a girl named Hanna who didn’t exist, a girl who claimed that there was something that was making all the girls have sex, which was really stupid because nobody had ever had to make her have sex. It was just all so confusing!

Her entire day had already been a non-stop blur of mind-blowing sex… When she woke up that morning William was gone, and she felt a pang of sadness in her heart that she didn’t know his last name, didn’t know how to get in contact with him – didn’t know when she would see him again! But she didn’t have time to mope, not with all the work she had to get done if she wanted to make it to Missy’s party on time. She took Dylan in her pussy the moment she climbed out of bed, and then Mr. Peterson between her legs as well, and then a third-grade teacher that she didn’t actually know in the stairwell at school, three loads of boy-seed in her cunny all before ten in the morning. She didn’t get a break during lunch because she was forced to service Mr. Marsh instead of eating her sandwich like she wanted, and then when she returned from his car in the parking lot Dylan had steered her into the first-floor boys restroom so that he could whore her out to a fifth grader to whom he owed some money. She spotted William in the hallway as school was ending but didn’t talk to him – for some strange reason she felt shy and embarrassed at the idea of saying anything to the older boy, especially with the sperm of five different guys sloshing around in her womb! She did manage to smile and wave, and when he gave her a similar smile and wave she felt a little thrill. She had to put him out of her mind, though, as she dashed over to the mall to put out for Roger (and take a sixth load of baby-stuff in her fucked-raw pussy), took the opportunity to give a blowjob to some random homeless guy whose name she never got on the loading dock, and then it was a race to get home so that she could strip off her sweaty, spunk-spattered outfit and get ready for the party!

“This is stupid,” she muttered with a frown as she forced all her doubts about everything from her mind. She subconsciously gave the skirt yet one more tug, tightened her grip on the strap of her backpack, and started up the sidewalk intent on... whatever. It’s Missy’s tenth birthday, she reasoned, so of COURSE there’s going to be tons of guys here for us to fuck! She didn’t understand why she would have made up such a stupid story and actually took the time to write it in a notebook, that a girl’s tenth birthday party where the girls got fucked wasn’t a normal thing. “I’m here, and I know exactly what’s gonna happen,” she insisted as she stomped to a halt at the front door and rang the bell. “I’m gonna get laid! Nothing weird. That’s it.”

But still, a small, nagging voice way in the back of her brain wondered…

Chloe tore her attention away from her doubts and back to the present as she the door opened, and she felt her pulse begin to surge as she realized her evening was truly ready to begin. Her ears were assaulted by a tidal wave of party noise, from the distant sound of pop music filtering through the walls to the clink of glasses and deep, basso male voices. Standing in the entryway was a tiny woman, not too much taller than she was even considering the stiletto heels upon which she teetered. She was older – like, somewhere around the age of her mom – and had long, flowing dark-red hair that almost seemed to cascade down the side of her head and over one pale shoulder. But the thing that told Chloe that this party was going to be incredible was the outfit the woman wore… Around her waist was a shiny black corset, a leather thing that was laced so tightly that it gave the redhead a waist she probably didn’t have, and exposed her smallish B-cup breasts and shaved mound to anyone who cared to glance in her direction. She exuded sex, simply gave it off in waves, and if the light red finger-shaped marks around her firm boobs were any indication she had started the party early.

The woman peered at the ten-year-old before her with a critical eye, and Chloe blushed a bit as she became so aware of her miniscule miniskirt, her mid-sized heels, and the skin-tight black tee around her slim body that announced she was JUST A CUNT! I hope she doesn’t think I’m underdressed or something… She felt her worry slip away as the woman’s face creased into a brilliant smile, and she leaned forward to grace the tiny blonde in a light hug. “Hi there!” she chirped brightly as she pressed her bare boobs against Chloe’s throat. “I’m Rebecca, Missy’s mom. You must be Chloe?” All she could do was nod, and the woman nodded with satisfaction. “Wonderful!” she continued. “You’re the last one here, everyone’s already downstairs in the rec room. Do you need to get changed? There’s a powder room right there,” she indicated with a nod of her head in the direction of a dark doorway off to her left. As she took Chloe’s hand and led her inside, she pushed the door closed behind her with her other hand. “Are you ready to have fun tonight?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” the pre-teen replied with a blush as she ducked her head. Wait, what? the uncertain part of her brain asked. She just answered, just said the words – but did she mean to say them? That notebook said that I couldn’t say what I wanted to say, that I had no control over what I said. So did I actually want to say that, or did I just say that automatically? She couldn’t get the journal out of her mind, and took a second to try and remember if she had answered in that way in the fictionalized version of the party she had written. Is this a script or something, like I wrote in that journal? Or am I just over-thinking this? “I’m hoping that I can get fucked tonight,” she added with a smile as she tried to push aside the uncertainty in her brain and plastered a confident smile that she didn’t truly feel on her face.

“Oh, you most certainly will,” Rebecca replied with a light, musical laugh. “There’s a bunch of guys, men and boys really, all ages for variety, downstairs just having a wonderful time with everyone. But you might want to get moving,” she added with a wicked little twinkle in her eye. “They’ve already been fucking for about half an hour now, and if you wait too long there might not be any jizz left for you!”

“Eep!” The thought of the delectable stuff running out made the little girl jump, and she fixed the redhead with a grin. “I better hurry up then!”

Chloe dashed into the powder room, and paused for half a second as she shut the door behind her. A tall, muscular man walked up behind Rebecca and, without hesitation, reached forth and grabbed her by the hair. The redhead yowled as he yanked her backwards, and as the ten-year-old watched he dragged her back into the kitchen without ceremony. Five other guys were waiting, naked and ready with their huge cocks waiting, and as the door closed she could see them falling upon Missy’s mother like wolves. “Oh fuck, that’s hot,” she whispered to herself as she dumped her backpack on the counter next to the sink and kicked off her shoes. I hope that happens to me tonight!




She didn’t even make it downstairs before she got molested.

“Well, hello there,” a deep, basso male voice said as she stepped out of the powder room. She had left her stuff on the counter, confident that nobody would want her mostly-empty backpack containing only her tennis shoes, miniskirt, and crop-tee, electing to concentrate on having fun. The costume that Missy had selected for the attendees to her birthday party was certainly revealing, though! Little more than a pair of two-inch, shiny pink heels and a pair of pink-tinged fairy wings held onto her back by thin, almost thread-like pink cords over her shoulder and across the bottom of her ribcage, she thrilled at how it left absolutely nothing to the imagination and exposed her flat chest, her hairless mound, and her little-girl ass to the open air. Chloe absentmindedly flipped her pigtails over her shoulders as she turned to look at the speaker, a tall man with skin so black that it almost looked blue and a huge cock as big as her forearm dangling between his thighs. “Aren’t you a tasty little thing,” he added with a smile as he peered down at her and reached out one hand to stroke a stiffening nipple.

“Thank you, sir!” she replied with a smile. Wow, THAT’D feel good tearing into my cunny… “Do you want a blowjob, or… maybe something more?” she asked as she stepped close and peered up at the towering man.

He opened his mouth to answer… when his reply was cut off by a feminine sob of humiliation. He glanced over his shoulder and Chloe leaned to look around him as they both glanced at Rebecca, who was tied in a very uncomfortable position on the kitchen table and helpless to stop some unknown white guy from shoving his cock into her pussy an almost violent thrust of his hips before literally pounding into her. “Mmm, maybe later,” he said as he turned back to Chloe and smiled. “Right now, there’s a special MILF who needs to be raped into behaving properly,” he concluded as he gave the ten-year-old a gentle pat on the head.

“Okay, sir,” the little girl replied as she pushed down her disappointment. “I’ll be downstairs if you decide you want to rape me too!” Sparing one last glance towards the woman on the table and the army of men waiting to use her helpless body, she clattered her way through the kitchen to the stairs leading down to the basement, and the party.

Chloe paused on the stairs for a moment to let her eyes pan across the scene before her, and she couldn’t help but let a wry, knowing smile crease her face. I guess that notebook is wrong, she mused as she took another step down and leaned against the banister, ‘cause this thing sure doesn’t LOOK weird! Everything was normal, was so totally amazingly normal, and was exactly like she expected it to be. It was so crowded that it was difficult to tell just how many people were down there – it seemed like the rec room was packed with men and boys, all of them taking full advantage of the little girls in attendance. The most prominent thing she noticed was a small kiddie pool in the middle of the floor in which Missy knelt. The birthday girl was wearing a reddish version of Chloe’s outfit although, as befitting her status that evening, she had added a tiara to the top of her head that glittered even in the murky light of the basement. Though it was still early the redhead girl was already a mess… Lines of jism were splashed across her face and chest, soaked into her hair and stockings, dribbling down her ten-year-old body to pool beneath her knees – and the small puddle of spunk in which she knelt was proof enough that she had been enjoying her sperm shower for more than a few minutes. She was surrounded by seven guys, all nude and jerking off as the little girl peered up at them and masturbated with a furious intensity. “More!” she whined, the need so apparent in her voice that the little blonde could hear it all the way over on the stairs. “I need more!” As Chloe watched a guy moved in slightly, and Missy turned her head as he shot his load across her face, a bit dribbling onto her outstretched tongue...

A squealing grunt drew her attention to one of the couches, and she stifled a smile at the sight she beheld. Erin had added to her costume by affixing a fake plastic pig-nose over her own, and as she bore down on the thick cock beneath her she was doing her best swine imitation. Snort! “I’m a pig!” the skinny blonde girl squealed as she bottomed out, squirming slightly at the discomfort she obviously felt at having something so large lodged in her ass. Snort! “I’m a pig, I’m a worthless pig! Fuck me, fuck me like the pig I am!” She opened her mouth to say more but her words degenerated into a whining squeal (that, in Chloe’s opinion, actually did sound a bit pig-like) as another man positioned himself between her splayed thighs and pressed his thick cock into her tight little pussy. “Ah!” the skinny blonde sobbed as her face twisted into a mask of pain. “Ah! Ah! Ah-ah-ah!” She might have been squirming but Chloe could see that she was held fast, sandwiched between the two guys and helpless to prevent their cocks from spearing deep into her pre-teen body.

At the far side of the room she heard a slap and a sob of misery, and looked over into the dim, poorly lit corner just in time to see a teenage boy twist Wendy around and shove her roughly against the wall. As he held her firm with one hand pressing against the side of her head he let his pants pool around his ankles – and the combined thrust he gave that was simultaneous to the little girl’s scream of agony let Chloe know exactly what was happening. Ashley was directly beneath her, giving pleasure to five different boys (a few of whom she thought she recognized from school) at the same time, and the ten-year-old felt a quick flash of jealousy at the way the brunette coordinated cocks in her pussy, ass, mouth, and one in each hand. Dawn was kneeling in front of a large black man, holding his massive tool that was literally as big and as thick as her forearm in both hands as she ran her tongue up its length, and by a table filled with snacks and drinks the twins Beth and Anna were swallowing the contents of two large glasses. The air was thick with the smell of sex, the sounds of moaning girls and grunting men and wet, slurping penetrations filled her ears, and she could feel her little-girl slit start to slick with anticipation. Nope, she concluded with a smile, everything’s normal!

“Hey, cunt,” a male voice growled next to her, and she turned her attention to the man who had joined her on the stairs. Even though he stood on the step below hers he still towered over her by at least a foot, and before she could do anything he reached out his hand and slid two fingers into her slick pussy. “You here to get fucked up ‘n fucked?” he asked as he glowered down at her.

Chloe couldn’t help herself – the feeling in her cunny as he pumped his fingers in and out was delicious! “Ungh,” she gasp/moaned as she felt her knees grow a little weak, “yessir. Yes, I am. Do you wanna fuck my pussy?”

He regarded her for a second and then shrugged. “Nah. But you can suck me off.” He took a step up as Chloe squatted, balancing her bare backside on the next step as she brought her face in line with the stranger. His cock was already hard and waiting, so she didn’t hesitate – with one hand on the railing to keep her upright she grasped the base of his thick shaft with the other and ran her tongue around his cockhead. He growled again, this time in satisfaction, as he ran his fingers along her hair and she worked the head past her lips and into her mouth proper. He was too thick for her to actually do much, but she adapted by washing his glans with her tongue as she pumped forwards and back, forwards and back, a steady motion that she knew never failed her. And it didn’t yet again… After only about thirty seconds he stiffened and groaned, and the ten-year-old was rewarded with a thick, hot, salty load of his seed spurting into the back of her throat. She swallowed happily with tiny little murmurs of appreciation as she worked the shaft, worked every single little drop of the scrumptious feast onto her tongue, and when she had sucked as much out of his balls as she could and he pushed away from her she could still taste him, still feel his stuff sliding down to her tummy.

“Wow, you didn’t even wait until you were actually in the party!” a light, amused voice rang in her ears. As the stranger continued upstairs Chloe wiped her spittle-slicked lips with the back of her hand and looked down the stairs at Harper, who was peering up at her with a wide smile. Like Chloe her best friend was in costume, although unlike the blonde’s pink theme the brunette had blue cords holding her sapphire-tinged wings to her back and a pair of shiny blue heels. “Sucking a guy off before you actually say hi to Missy, how rude,” she continued with a wicked smile creasing her face. “God, you are such a slut!”

“What can I say?” Chloe replied with an equally wicked smile. “I’m a good girl who behaves right, not a cockteasing whore like you!”

“Fuck you!” Harper laughed easily and her curse contained no heat, and the girl climbed up a couple of steps to give Chloe a hug. “I’m just polite and giving, that’s all,” she added. “Some guys like it when you say you don’t wanna.”

“You gonna drag me down to some pervert who’s gonna break me?” the blonde asked.

“Nah, but we’ll hook up later.” Another strange man walked past them, and as he passed he gave the brunette a hard slap on her bare ass. “Yeouch! I’m being ‘dragged’ outside to the back yard,” her friend replied. “Someone brought a dog, ‘n a bunch of guys are gonna watch while I fuck it ‘n cry in shame,” she added as she gave her friend a saucy wink that let Chloe know that it wasn’t really that much of a chore for the girl.

“Neat!” And it was neat… Though she had never actually let a dog fuck her, she knew that lots of slutty girls did and part of her wondered what it would be like. “What kind of dog?” she asked.

“Dunno,” Harper replied with a shrug. “Doberman? Rottweiler? Something with a big doggy cock that’ll tear me open, that’s all he said.” She glanced past Chloe, gave the tiny blonde another quick hug, and dashed past her and up the stairs. “Gotta go, we’ll hook up later!” she declared.

“’K! Have fun!” Chloe finished clattering down the stairs, happy that she was able to maintain her balance on her heels and not faceplant at the bottom, and then she turned and entered the party proper. She couldn’t tell how many men and boys were in attendance but they vastly outnumbered the girls, and more than a couple who were not presently occupied with a party guest took the opportunity of her passing to slide their hands over her mostly naked body. She paused for only a heartbeat to let someone push two fingers into her tight, straining asshole while a second someone pinched one of her nipples, and then continued on to the center of the room. Even though she was occupied with performing for the half-dozen guys surrounding her Missy took the opportunity to clamber to her feet – her left foot skidding slightly as it scrabbled for purchase in the growing cum-pool in the bottom of the wader – and gave the pigtailed blonde a warm hug. Chloe felt the smearing of the jizz from dozens of random men as she pressed her body against the redhead’s, could smell the musky reek of the birthday girl… and when she pulled away she continued to smell the stuff, on her own pre-teen body this time. The pair shared a somewhat spermy kiss, and then a groaning guy tore Missy’s attention back to her adoring fans and Chloe wandered over to join the twins at the table as the little girl bent to take another load on her face. “Anything good?” she asked as she scanned the spread laid out before her.

“Sure!” Beth chirped. Both she and her sister had a green-hued theme to their outfits, and while she did like her pink number the blonde felt a little flash of jealousy at how easy it was for red-headed girls to color coordinate! The twin waved a hand over the table, specifically to the array of red plastic party cups containing an orangish, pulpy liquid. “We got cocktails!”

“All of ‘em got aphrodisiacs in ‘em,” Anna adds with a grin. She glanced at her twin and took a moment to wipe a small dribble of spunk from her sister’s temple, which she quickly licked off her finger. “Half are just straight vodka ‘n orange juice, but the other half are spiked with roofies. Y’know,” she concluded as her grin grew a bit wicked, “just to make things interesting!”

“Nice!” Getting stoned and fucked is JUST what I need to get this weird shit out of my head, Chloe decided as she looked over the red plastic cups for a moment before grabbing one at random. “Bottom’s up!” she declared, raising her cup a bit in a quick-and-dirty toast to the twins before bringing the plastic rim to her lips and downing the contents in five big gulps. She wasn’t sure whether it was straight or laced, and in fact she didn’t know if it mattered – the liquid was bitter and sweet at the same time, feeling like it was charring her throat as it burned its way down to her stomach. “Holy shit,” she gasped as she slammed the cup back down onto the table, “with this much booze we won’t need the roofies!”

“No shit,” Beth replied, her words containing just a bit of a slur. Chloe glanced at her and saw that she was half-leaning against her sister, her eyes containing a glazed, almost glassy look and a goofy smile on her lips. “Gonna get fucked!” she added with a little giggle.

“And two guesses which one she drank, and the first one doesn’t count,” Anna snickered. “C’mon, slut,” she said as she slipped her arm around her twin’s waist and half-hoisted the express-train-to-stoned-stupid redhead onto one hip, “let’s go get you raped!”

Chloe watched the pairs’ tiny, swaying backsides for a moment before she turned her attention back to the table. Grabbing another drink, she flipped her pigtails over her shoulders and tried to decide what she wanted to do – who she wanted to do – first as she downed the concoction. A whimpering cry of pain drew her attention to the couch and she watched as yet another guy forced Erin’s straining asshole onto his cock while another one wrapped a belt around her wrists to restrain her arms behind her back. That might be fun, she mused as the whining girl bottomed out with a full ten inches of man-meat in her ass. I certainly love a good reaming! Almost instantly she dismissed the idea, especially as the hunger in her pussy, the empty need that could only be filled with cock and sperm, made its presence aware in her mind. No, I think a good fucking is what I need, she decided.

A sudden dizziness washed over her, a strange sort-of twisting of her senses as the entire rec room seemed to tilt and spin just a bit, and Chloe was forced to grab the edge of the table as her suddenly-weak knees seemed to buckle under her. Heavier than booze, she mused to herself as she shook her head slightly in a vague attempt to clear her mind, musta grabbed a roofie cocktail! Nice… Her head felt heavy, so heavy that she was having trouble keeping it up straight on her neck, and her eyes for some reason just refused to point in the same direction at the same time. She was fuzzy and horny at the same time, a weird combination that made her feel hot and cool at once, and she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to lay down or to lay on top of a boy. A sudden presence beside her drew her attention, a male someone-or-other who ran his hands down her bare chest and thumbed one rock-hard nipple, and the ten-year-old gasped as the fuzzy/horny feeling spiked even higher. “Fuuuuuuck,” she moaned through slack lips, helpless to stop the dribble of drool from oozing down her chin and onto her tummy, and she wasn’t sure whether she was cursing at how intense the sensations flowing through her pre-teen body were or pleading for the strange guy to use her helpless little-girl body. She wasn’t sure what she wanted… was she unsure? No? Yes? She tried to decide, tried to somehow think clearly, was still trying even after she felt the man take her hand and lead her away, deeper into the rec room, and she wondered if she should try to find out who he was but honestly in that moment she really didn’t care enough to try, she saw that he had a cock and that was all that really mattered.

She stumbled a bit as her toes snagged on the carpet, but the stranger was there to catch her, to hold her upright and keep her moving forward, past the dim corner where Wendy was being raped and loving every second of it to an even dimmer and murkier part of the basement where a group of men and boys waited. The little blonde wasn’t quite sure just how many there were – every time she tried to count she would lose track after just three. Were there five hard naked terrifying delicious cocks waiting for her? Ten? A thousand? Everything was blurry and confusing, she just wasn’t sure what was going on… but the thought that she was a horny little girl in a sea of naked men and boys, each one ready to use her pre-teen body for what it was designed to be used for, made her happy and she couldn’t help but giggle as she wondered why she would ever question it at all. Other hands caught her and took her to the center of the group, and she could feel their hands all over her, stroking her hair and tugging at her pigtails and touching her face and flicking her so-hard-they-hurt nipples and sliding over her belly and slipping between her ass cheeks and probing her drooling slit, and every touch of their hands, every caress on her burning body felt good, so good that she squirmed in pleasure! There was a quiet snap that sounded inhumanly loud in her ears as someone yanked off her fairy butterfly wings and the cords holding them to her shoulder blades broke, and then she was naked except for her high heels, naked and surrounded by naked men, and her heart sang happily as she got exactly what she wanted!

As the men and boys crowded in she felt hands pressing against her shoulders, and she surrendered to their insistent pressure and dropped down to her knees. Everywhere she looked, every direction she turned to face she saw cocks bobbing in front of her, long and medium-sized and thick and thin and bulbous, all of them stiff and hard and just for her, just because of her! I want them, she thought as she drooled – literally drooled, as she felt her spit dribble against her chest – at the thought of so much cock. She raised her arms and took one in each tiny hand, the shafts so thick that she couldn’t even wrap her fingers around them all the way, while she turned her head to one side and pushed it forward, parting her lips to suckle at the thick head of a third, feeling hands pressing gently against the back of her head to encourage her on. As she pumped her fists she opened her mouth, stretching it out as far as she could to the point that she felt a twinge in her jaw, and managed to work the cockhead into her mouth. The glans tasted wonderfully, and she moaned a bit as she felt the cock on her left throb and suddenly a wet spurt splattered against the side of her face, and then the one on the right painted her bare shoulder, and then the one in her mouth splurted thick, hot, ropy strands of sperm onto her tongue and into the back of her throat, and it was all so amazingly perfect that she almost came right then and there!

As the guy before her pulled his cockhead out of her mouth with a loud, rather vile-sounding POP! Chloe swallowed, shivering in happiness at the taste in the back of her throat and the warm feeling filling her tummy. “Muh-yum,” she mumbled, “muh-ma-yummy!” Her voice sounded weird, sounded all blurry and echo-ie in her ears, sounded as if she were outside her body and talking through a tunnel, and she wasn’t totally sure where she was and what was going on except that she wanted the wonderful feelings coursing through her body to last forever. She raised her head and looked up and all the guys were fuzzy and grey and she just… couldn’t… actually… see… them clearly, and she felt someone put their foot on her chest and give a little shove, and she giggled as she fell backwards onto the carpet ‘cause it was so funny, and the second her head hit the ground she threw open her legs, spread her thighs wide because she knew she should it was what good slut whore cunts like she was did, and a guy climbed on top of her and she could feel his thick bulbous cockhead pressing against her slit and she instinctively let him in, moaning a low rumble of sheer pleasure as he slid up inside of her, in and out, in and out, in and out and in and out and in and out and again and again and again and again and again and he got stiff and there was this really wet splashing inside her tummy and oh YEAH he CAME in ME and she felt her own body cumming as well, felt the protective gatekeeper of her cervix quiver open to let all the boy-seed inside, all the boy-seed in so that it could wash over and find one of her eggs and a wave of rapture washed through her very soul as the wet spunk washed through her guts…

She felt herself falling, slipping away, sinking into the pure hazy bliss of her perverse need as he pulled out of her and a second guy took his place, and he was rougher and he in out in out inoutinoutinoutinout spurted his stuff into her and oh PLEASE God give me more! and then he pulled out and a third guy climbed on top but hand yanking her pigtail yes OUCH! yes!!! made her turn her head and there was a COCK and she licked it and he shoved it into her mouth as she could TASTE him it tastes SOOOO GOOOOOOD as the third guy tensed and shot his stuff into her womb and pulled out and the back of her throat was filled with jizz as another guy lay on top of her and pushed into her and dizzy confused “more fuck mouth more” dribbling wet cunny womb “Ungh!” yes fifth pregnantplease yes “Take it whore” yes sixth asshole OH GOD ITHURTS yes TEAr mE oPen there pleasE spatter across yes her belly as yes guy pinches and yes twists yes her nips yes spurt deep inhershitter yes pullsoutnew Guy iN her yes CUnT yes useme yes rapeme yes yes yesyesyesyesyes…

The world vanished, everything faded along with her rational mind as she surrendered herself fully to the sexual creature she was. She couldn’t remember anything but flashes, couldn’t feel anything but joy, couldn’t do anything but give every part of herself over to the glorious wet full feeling deep in the core of her body. Everything degenerated into a foggy blur punctuated by flashes of sex. The little girl gagged as a cock was shoved past her mouth and into her throat while a particularly long, thick, and solid cock tore into her sperm-soaked pussy… The blossoming pain in her scalp as someone grabbed both her pigtails and pulled her head back as another guy pinched and twisted her tiny nipples… The gloriously nasty feeling as a wet spatter of jism sprayed against her flat chest and bare mound… The taste of someone’s cum-filled slit on her tongue as another girl squatted over her face while a cock was pressed into her tight, screaming asshole… Her arms pinned behind her back as someone helped her drink more of the vodka/roofie cocktail… Her face being pushed into the carpet as a cock slid into her from behind… Her entire world shrank to become the orgy that she was a part of, the thing that was Chloe vanishing in favor of the sex-fueled creature that was nothing but need and want and desire and was just a cunt mouth asshole whose only existence was to be filled with thick, hard cock and sprays of cum.

She had no idea how long she existed like that, no clue how long she was nothing but a cunt to be fucked and a mouth to be fucked and an ass to be fucked, no awareness of how long she was nothing but primal SEX… but when she finally managed to work a single coherent thought through her mind she just instinctively knew that it had been hours. She first became aware of the side of her face resting on something musky and soggy and a little rough, and one weak, flailing hand managed to wipe enough jizz from her left eye so that she could crack it with only a little bit of sting to try and see what was going on. Her face was pressed into the carpet, the pile thick with a combination of her drool and sperm from who-the-fuck-knows-how-many guys, and as she shifted a tiny bit she could feel it squish beneath the side of her face. Her entire body felt bruised and slimy and sticky, and a tiny part of her knew that she had been used, used like the whore she was, used by an uncountable number of men and boys as a receptacle for their seed. Perfect, perfect, the single word echoed through her mind as she felt hands on her hips, wait her hips were on a soggy, sodden pillow, that’s right! her ASS was up in the AIR ‘cause a billion guys fucked her butthole, but this guy was sliding his dick into her pussy, it slid in so easy and she giggled a bit as the squishy-farty sound squelched from her cunny, it feels so full it must be SO FULL OF CUM, and he thrust, and he fucked her, sliding his thick cock into her fucked-numb pussy in and out, and she just lay there and moaned happily as he used her like she was made for and she shivered and shuddered a bit as she came and her WOMB felt so FULL, and he tensed and she knew he was cumming in her and it was so good, and she was so happy, and it was a little embarrassing when she drooled out of the corner of her mouth as she smiled, but the new dose of boy-seed in her belly washed away a bit more of the fog and she could finally start to think again.

The guy gave her ass a bit of a wet, spattery slap and just pulled out of her, and Chloe finally started to feel like Chloe again. I wonder how many guys fucked me tonight? she wondered idly as she stirred. She tried to push herself up with her hands but she felt so weak, so completely out of energy that all she managed to do was squirm a bit, an action that sent what felt like a steady flow of jism pouring out of her well-used pussy and down to the pillow below. Eventually she managed to roll off the pillow and onto her back, and the simple movement so exhausted her that she had to rest for a minute. It wasn’t wasted time, though… she took the opportunity to pull one of her pigtails out of the pool of spunk on her collarbone, running her fingers down to wring out some of the sticky white stuff out of her sodden locks before letting it simply flop to the carpet beside her head. She was covered in the stuff, so completely soaked in sperm that it felt like she had taken a bath in the goop and just hadn’t yet toweled off. Mmm, a CUM bath, she thought with a little giggle as the image of a bathtub full of boy-seed that she could just submerge herself in flashed through her mind. Neat! I’d get knocked up for SURE with THAT!!!

Eventually she managed to work up enough energy to roll over once more, to slowly raise herself up onto her knees and hands, to slowly make her way over to the nearest wall. Every movement of her body took her most intense concentration, every movement sent yet more sperm oozing out of her pussy and ass and down onto the carpet below, but she did it, she forced herself to do it, and finally found herself slumped against a cool wooden panel as she just rested. She was exhausted, so tired, but at the same time she had to admit that she was happy! She let her head loll down – Dammit, my pigtail is back on my chest! she grumped easily as she pulled it out of the slime once more – and let her gaze move down her gleaming chest, past her glowing-angry-red nipples, over her slightly-puffy tummy, down to the featureless cleft between her thighs. She sat with her legs splayed open in a very unladylike manner, feeling the spunk cooling on her white-hot flesh as what seemed like fifty gallons of the stuff dribbled from between the folds of her well-used pussy.

So glad I came tonight,” she murmured dreamily as she tore her attention from her own body and let her skull rest on the wall behind her as she let her eyes roam over the rest of the party. Before her Missy was bent over, pressing her face and slurping at the inch of cum in the bottom of the kiddie pool with her bare ass high in the air, an offering to another random guy as he groaned and shot his load onto her cheeks… Erin’s mascara ran down her cheeks in wide, dark rivulets as she sobbed and oinked and forced her asshole down over her who-knew-how-many cock of the night, shuddering slightly as she fingered her own clit and chanting “Piggy cumming! Piggy cumming!” in a whiny, pain-filled voice… Another hard SMACK! of a flesh-on-flesh slap accompanied by a cry of pain as Wendy struggled against her bonds and another guy pushed his cock into her pussy… Ashley fiercely fucking a guy as she moaned through slack lips, almost completely unrecognizable under the thick glaze of jism covering every square inch of her face and hair and dribbling down her naked, pre-teen body… Dawn laying limp on the weight bench, totally unconscious to the world as a guy thrust into her and another half dozen waited their turn with the stoned brunette… Beth and Anna lost in a sea of thrusting cocks as each twin took a guy in their mouths, pussies and assholes at the same time… Harper bearing down on one cock as she took a second in her ass, a third in her mouth, and one in each hand, her entire body a sweaty and spermy mess that showed just how dedicated she was to her cause… Nope, she thought as she let her head loll forward once more, normal. Everything’s normal. She smiled weakly and ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the musky boy-spunk in her mouth. Just like I expected it to be!

“Really?” The single softly-spoken word cut through the fog in her mind like a knife, tearing her attention away from the orgy before her. Slowly, almost as if she had to force herself to do it, Chloe turned her head and noticed for the first time the girl sitting next to her. She was somewhere around college age, was simply dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey sweatshirt emblazoned with the logo of Laredo College, and sported hair a neutral-brown color that flowed from her scalp to brush her shoulders for a moment before continuing down. Her face was cute in an average sort-of way, but for some reason her eyes didn’t quite look… right. What color are they? the ten-year-old wondered as she tried to focus for a few seconds before mentally shrugging and giving up. Besides, there were far more troubling questions roiling through her brain – When did she get here? the pre-teen wondered. And why isn’t she naked, and fucking like she should? “You… expected all of this?” the girl asked as she stared at her with those weird eyes. “This is normal for you?”

“Uhm… yeah,” the ten-year-old replied dully, only partially surprised at the sheer exhaustion in her voice and the slight slur in her words. Why is she asking such an obviously stupid question? she wondered. “I knew I was gonna get fucked, ‘n I knew that there was gonna be a lot of guys here, so I got fucked by a lot of guys,” she explained lamely.

The girl’s eyes tightened a little bit and the corners of her mouth dipped down into a little frown as she peered at Chloe. “How… many guys you let cum in your pussy tonight?” she asked.

She thought, thought hard, but every time she tried to count in her head the numbers just skittered away from her consciousness. “I dunno,” she finally replied as she gave up with a weak shrug. “Ten, twenty? I lost count.”

“Thirty-seven,” the girl replied simply. “You got fucked by thirty-seven guys tonight, so far. Thirty-seven guys used you like a whore, letting ‘em stick their dicks into whatever hole they wanted to, using you. And that’s just how many came inside of you! Did you like being that big of a slut?”

“Yes!” She was so confused – why was this strange girl asking her all these obvious questions?!? “I love cock, I love getting fucked! I’m just a cunt, that’s all I was made for. If I could get fucked for the rest of my life I’d be so happy!”

“Huh.” The strange, confusing girl looked around at the orgy, and then turned her attention back to Chloe – and the ten-year-old felt her heart skip a beat at the sheer burning rage that seemed to lance out from her weird, confusing eyes. “And what would Hanna think?” she asked simply.

Hanna! The mention of the mystery girl from the notebook caused a tiny little spark of interest flare in the little girl’s clouded mind, and she leaned – slumped – closer to the strange girl. “I… Do you know who that is?” she asked. Chloe tried to think, tried to reason things through in her mind as she worried her lower lip and scratched idly at a cum-dribble down her right side, but none of her thoughts wanted to stay in place, it was so damn frustrating! “I read about her, but she’s not real. I couldn’t find her anywhere.” She allowed her curiosity to sink back down into the swamp of her mind as part of her decided that it wasn’t important, that she just plain-old didn’t care anymore – it was way too hard to think about it! But still she managed to mumble the last thought in her sex-focused mind. “Did I make her up or something?”

The girl’s expression didn’t change, but somehow Chloe was aware that her response annoyed her. Maybe it was a slight narrowing around her eyes, or maybe the corners of her mouth turned down even further, she wasn’t quite sure… but for some reason when she had admitted that she didn’t know any ‘Hanna’ the girl got upset. “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be,” she muttered, her weird eyes containing a hint of cold, hard, glittering fury. She leaned in slightly and fixed Chloe with a piercing look, and suddenly the ten-year-old slut felt a shaft of uncertainty lance through her heart. “Aren’t you a little lezzie?” she asked quietly. “Don’t you like eating pussy?”

Chloe swallowed as she shrank a fraction of an inch away from the stranger, away from the intense gaze that the girl focused squarely on her. “Uhm,” she stammered as she thought for a moment before realizing the correct answer. “Eh,” she finally replied dismissively, giving her spunk-spattered shoulders a tiny little bounce as she shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess. I mean, eating pussy is fine if there’re no cocks around to fuck, but really, I mean, weren’t girls made to spread their legs for guys? Right?” She felt the purity of her thoughts, felt the total and undeniable logic in her words, and the knowledge that she was correct gave her a bit of reassurance. “So, I don’t know why girls would want to keep doing each other when they should be out looking for guys to fuck. Right?”

Her words, however, seemed to have the opposite effect on the stranger, and she frowned even deeper and seemed to think deep thoughts for a second as she regarded Chloe like a bug under a microscope. “Right, okay,” she finally whispered. “It looks like I’m back in this fucking game.” She glanced around the room one more time and Chloe joined her, her pre-teen mind whirling in confusion as she regarded the girls, her friends, satisfying the mob of men and boys around the party, being sluts, being whores, doing what they were made to do. “Chloe,” the girl said in a low, ominous voice, “are you ready for the truth?”

“What truth?” God, this girl is so fucking weird… she thought. I think I’ll go find another guy to fuck me stupid…

“This truth.”

The girl reached out her hand and gave Chloe a tiny, light little poke squarely in the middle of her forehead. There was a sudden rushing through her body as something raced up, running from the soles of her feet past her aching cunny and pounding heart and bruised and stinging nipples straight into her brain, where it exploded like a supernova. The electric jolt knocked all her dizziness away, knocked the fog from her mind and made her aware, so aware, of just how perverse she actually was, had been, was being. She was aware, so horrifyingly aware of the gallons of sperm in her pussy, her ass, her stomach, coating her from head to toe and oozing out of her aching body… She was aware, so sickeningly aware of how naked she was, of how every inch of her pre-teen form was exposed, on display for anyone and everyone… She was aware, so revoltingly aware of the other girls and what they were doing, and how she had believed it to be normal and right and wonderful and natural and perfect…

And her memories returned in a great, painful, tearing rush, her memories of Hanna and the Archons and the mysteries, of every sick, twisted, perverted thing that she had been forced to do, of how she slept with her gym teacher and the Marshes and the guy at the store in the mall and her own brother, how she fucked all of them and took their sperm, theirs and that of hundreds of other guys, straight into her pussy without any sort of birth control at all, and she did it all with a song in her heart and a stupid smile on her face and a belief that it was perfect, it was natural, it was wonderful, it was right, it was normal.

And she remembered. To her horror, she remembered.

She remembered.

Everything.

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