Chloe absentmindedly tugged at the bottom of the skin-tight tee-shirt that was practically spray painted onto her slim little-girl body as she stood behind the soundman and watched the action unfolding on the gym set before her. Jesse was truly working her pre-teen slut factor, playing for the cameras as she wriggled and squirmed and ‘fought’ against her ‘molesters.’ Of course, the tiny blonde actress couldn’t really be sure how much was an act and how much was the tiny eight-year-old porn star trying to handle everything that was being thrown at her. The redhead’s tiny form was almost completely concealed by the three guys taking advantage of her diminutive size – and Chloe knew from past experience that taking a cock in both the cunt and the ass while sucking off a third required intense concentration and coordination, as well as the ability to channel pain into pleasure, all while remembering just what you were supposed to pull back into an uncomfortable, unnatural position to allow the cameras to record every penetration – as well as remember every God-awful piece of doggerel dialogue.
“Damn, that little slut is going to town,” remarked a quiet voice next to her. Chloe glanced over as Harper sidled up to watch the new girl being put through her paces. The brunette looked rather mussed, with her raven locks a tangled mess and her face free of makeup, clad only in a bath towel curled around her flat, undeveloped ten-year-old body. “How the Hell can she do multiple three-on-ones on her first day of filming?”
“Experience,” the tiny blonde snorted with a sneer of contempt. “Rumor has it that she got her training on the sets of Chimera’s kinder-porn. I’ll bet she’s been taking cock since she was two.”
“Ick.” Harper shuddered a little bit and leaned in close to her blonde co-star. “That sort of stuff always disturbed me,” she whispered after a quick glance to make sure nobody was paying attention to the two actresses. “I mean, a girl should wait until she’s at least six before she starts slurping spunk, ‘n maybe seven before spreading her legs.”
“Yeah.”
The pair paused as the actor working Jesse’s mouth yanked his cock out with a wet POP! and the redhead gasped for air. “Cum on me!” Jesse almost screamed as she threw her head back and mugged for the camera. “Cum on me, cum IN me, I’m a slut, yes, oh God yes, harder, fuck me harder, I deserve it!!!”
“Jesus.” Chloe shook her head sadly and turned away from the scene just as the cock dangling right in front of Jesse’s face twitched and splurted a thick, ropy strand of pearly-white cum straight onto her forehead and down between her eyebrows. “Girl just doesn’t get it. Less is more. There ain’t gonna be anything left of the set after she’s done with it.”
“Remember,” Harper replied with the tiniest of smiles. “Chimera. He ALWAYS insists his girls chew the scenery.” The brunette twisted the front of the towel even tighter across her flat chest and peered at Chloe’s costume. “Your office scene is next?”
The blonde glanced down her own body as the pair walked towards the craft services table, making sure that her outfit – a skin-tight, one-size-too-small pink tee-shirt emblazoned with a black rooster declaring her a proud member of the John Hancock Cocks, a pair of tiny, sheer, far-too-short gym pants in a darker shade of pink that barely covered her hairless pussy and was actually cut just a hair too high under her ass, two white knee socks and a pair of dark-dark pink sneakers with tiny crystal butterflies on the knots of her shoelaces. “Yeah,” she said as she scrunched her face in distaste and flipped her pigtails back over her shoulders. “An anal-and-oral spitting that ends in a facial. AND I can’t get totally naked like I want to get. AND Chrissy wants me to act like I hate it the cock in my butt.”
“Well, you’re always saying that you want to stretch yourself as an actress,” Harper pointed out with a wicked smile and a small snicker. “Taking a guy in the butt won’t stretch you down there with as many as you’ve taken, so I guess you’ll just have to work on your acting skills.”
“Hah-fucking-hah.” Chloe poured herself two fingers of vodka and threw back the drink with a single flip of her head. She hissed ever so slightly as she felt the liquor burn down her esophagus and settle with a warm comfort in her belly, and she poured herself another drink. “What do you have coming next?” she asked her best friend and sometime co-star.
“Shower room scene,” Harper replied with a shrug as she swirled her glass of whiskey and took a sip. “Poor little Harper’s gonna get jumped by half the boy’s football team while naked and vulnerable. Six spurting cocks in every hole, all for me.” She made a face, swallowed her drink in a single gulp, and poured another. “Tell me again, why did we decide to do this?”
“We’re doing it ’cause of the fame, and the fans, and the ten dollars per scene that we earn every time we spread our legs for the camera.” Chloe paused for a moment, and then decided to throw caution to the wind. “Have you decided about Wild Wilderness yet?”
“Clo…” The pony-tailed brunette sighed as she swirled her drink and scrunched her face in distaste. “You know I have no problem doing girl-on-girl, ‘specially with you,” she explained. “But with that bitch involved in the project…”
“Erin’s not that bad!” Chloe insisted. “Look, I know you two got off on the wrong foot…”
“Wrong cock,” Harper interjected.
“Right. But really, she’s actually sweet, and she makes sure that you cum when she goes down on you, and she never forces you to do anything you don’t want to do, and if the director wants you to do sick stuff…”
“Okay, I said I’ll consider it, and I’ll consider it! Jesus!” the brunette exclaimed as she placed her glass back down on the table. “You’ve sure got a little-girl woody for her!”
“I’m just sayin’…” Chloe replied.
“Miss Bauer?” The pair turned as the production assistant, a teenage girl with short red hair and somewhat thick hips, clad in jeans and a flannel shirt and carrying a clipboard as she cocked her head to the side and listened to her headset. “They’re ready for you on set.”
“Time to go, babe,” she said with a grin. The blonde leaned in and kissed her friend – a deep kiss filled with passion and more than a hint of nasty promise – and then walked off towards the ‘Coach’s Office.’ “Stardom waits for no girl.”
“Take ‘em all, and leave ‘em drained!” Harper replied as loudly as she could, repeating the girls’ mantra. “See you on the other side!”
As Chloe moved towards the other side of the soundstage she glanced at the current scene being shot. Jesse’s red hair was matted to her body with jism, and the slick slime dripped down her face and onto her flat, undeveloped chest. The first three of her ‘molesters’ had moved off to the side, replaced by three more fresh cocks. As the blonde watched, the little redhead spread her legs wide and took her third cock within the past ten minutes into her well-fucked cunt. “Please, harder, fuck me harder!” the girl shrieked as all ten inches of rock-hard shaft plunged deep into her belly with a single thrust. “Make me take it all!!!”
The things we do for fame, the blonde thought to herself as Jesse whimpered and writhed and moaned and a new guy roughly slapped her across the face and shoved his cock between her lips
“Hey,” Harper asked as she nudged Chloe gently in the ribs with her elbow, “where you at?”
“Hmm?” Chloe shook her head and tried to push the memory of last night’s dream from her mind. “Oh, it’s nothing. I was just trying to remember all the things I’ve got to do tonight.” I was trying to forget tongue-kissing you before I went off to be a porn star, her mind insisted. “I’ve got to get all my homework done before my mom will let me go to Missy’s party tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” the brunette replied as she scrunched her face in annoyance. “My mom’s the same way. ‘Gotta get your homework done, get good grades, get into a good school, find a nice Jewish boy, and get married,’” she added in a dead-on impression of Mrs. Goldberg. “I mean, c’mon, I’m only ten! And she’s already got my life mapped out for me.”
The crowd of shouting pre-teens surged and flowed around them, running back and forth and bumping into each other as they dashed away from John Hancock Elementary, hyper-charged at both the thought that the school day was finally over and that there was only one more day until the weekend. Chloe scowled as an eight-year-old boy caromed off of her side, dashed off a mumbled and insincere apology in his wake, and continued sprinting down the sidewalk. With a grumble the blonde hitched her backpack up onto her shoulders a little bit higher, ducked her head down, and tried to soldier on bravely as she made her way vaguely in the direction of the busses.
Her day had been… confusing. That’s the only word for it, she thought as a pair of twin six-year-olds darted between her and Harper. Her dream last night had been vivid and raw and disturbing – she couldn’t imagine being a movie star and letting people film her doing stuff, let alone a porn star having sex while someone taped it! But I was acting so okay with it! she mused. It was like it was something I always did, and it was actually boring! But at least I got to keep my clothes on this time – at least, I woke up before I took them off. She wasn’t sure what was worse about her dreams… the fact that she was evidently a pre-teen porn star-slash-hooker-slash-stripper who had been doing sex-stuff for money her entire life, or the fact that she was totally okay with doing sex-stuff for money. But other than her confusion over the far-too-vivid dream, nothing else disturbing had disrupted her otherwise normal, boring day. No sudden changes of clothes into a slutty outfit, no unremembered blowjobs, no girl-on-girl action in the bathroom…
“Hey, Earth-to-Chloe,” Harper’s voice intruded once more as she elbowed her blonde friend again. “Wow, you’re really spacing out today. You sure everything’s okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Chloe shook her head, plastered on a smile, and elbowed the brunette back. “And stop poking me!” she added with a laugh. Don’t tell NEVER tell they won’t understand they don’t see figure it out yourself…
Both turned as they heard a car horn sound from behind them. A small, beat-up sedan crept along the asphalt, moving a slow as possible to avoid hitting any of the dashing and darting and flitting children surging and ebbing around it. “Yo, blondie!” a musical falsetto called as the driver stuck her blonde head out the driver’s window and peered at the pair. “Wanna lift?”
“Yes!” Chloe didn’t even hesitate as she grabbed Harper’s hand and pulled her towards the car and salvation from the busses. “Can Harper come too?”
“Sure, the more the merrier!”
“Clo,” the brunette whined slightly as her mouth turned down in distaste. “She’s in there!”
“Stop it!” Without hesitation the blonde tugged open the back door (which creaked open with a dull, grinding, metallic squeak) and almost dove into the back seat, pulling an obviously reluctant Harper along with her. “Hi, Erin!” she said with a smile as she gave her blonde friend a quick hug. “And thanks for the lift, Hanna,” she added as she half-leaned over the front seat and turned her attention to the driver. “I really appreciate it.”
“Hey, no problem, kid,” Hanna replied as she swiveled her head left-right-behind-mirror-dashboard-everywhere, checking what seemed like sixty things in a single second as she slowly turned the wheel. “I need the practice.”
As the car pulled away from the school, Chloe settled back and felt her spirits lift just a little bit. Hanna Goldberg was Erin’s older sister, and at sixteen was everything the little ten-year-old hoped to become someday. Blonde, curvy, and focused, the green-eyed teenager always seemed to be dashing off doing something and being active – yet she always seemed to find time to do stuff with her little sister and, by extension, her sister’s friends. She’s so pretty! the ten-year-old thought as she peered at the back of Hanna’s head. I wish I were like her! “Your hair looks nice today,” she said lamely as a tiny blush crept up her neck.
“Nah, it’s a rat’s nest,” the teenager laughed as she tugged on her ponytail. “But what the fuck, I’m gonna be wearing a hat anyway, so who cares?”
“We have time to drop ‘em off?” a voice from the passenger seat asked, and Chloe finally turned her attention to the stranger. The girl was a teenager like Hanna, only where the driver was a blonde with blue eyes this girl had short-cropped hair of the deepest crimson and a pair of piercing green orbs. “If we’re late Pete’ll throw a shit-fit.”
“Don’t worry, it’s on the way. Oh, hey, you two never met, right? Chloe, this is Leila, we work at the store together. Lei, that’s Chloe, one of my sister’s friends. And that’s…” Hanna paused in her headlong rush of words as she glanced at the brunette seated beside Chloe and gnawed at her lip. “You’re Harper, right?”
“Right,” the brunette replied. “Hi Hanna, hello,” she said simply to the pair in the front seat. “Hello, Erin,” she added as she glanced across Chloe, her voice only a few degrees above freezing.
“Hello, Harper,” Erin replied with the tiniest of glowers.
“Good’ta meetchya,” Leila said. She turned and peered into the rear seat, and Chloe actually felt herself shrink back into the seat at the intensity of the girl’s stare. “You’re right,” she said out of the corner of her mouth to Hanna as she searched the blonde girl’s face, “she does look a lot like you did when we were kids.”
“Yeah,” Hanna replied with a laugh. “I’m gonna have to start calling her ‘Mini Me.’”
Chloe felt her blush deepen even as her heart skipped a beat. She thinks I look like her! her mind practically screamed as she ducked her head down and swallowed. Does she think I’ll be like her when I grow up too?
“Aw, Han, I think you made her blush,” Leila laughed. She turned back and sat straight, grinned, and elbowed her friend in the ribs. “I think you got an admirer.”
“Shut up!” Hanna laughed with a brilliant, musical laugh. Like Chloe, a faint blush crept up her neck as she paused at a stop sign. “I do not!”
“You don’t have a boyfriend right now,” the redhead continued, twisting the knife a bit further. “Maybe you can hook up with her!”
As the two teenagers bickered over whether it was appropriate for a sixteen-year-old girl to ‘date’ a ten-year-old, Chloe’s shrank back in her seat even further and tried to quiet both her roiling thoughts and her emotions. She didn’t say that she DOESN’T want to be my girlfriend! she thought. Does this mean that she WANTS to be my girlfriend? Do I WANT her to be my girlfriend? Am I gay? Her eyes flicked over to Erin for an instant and then focused back in on her hands in her lap. I did have sex with Erin – dream sex, she continued. But did it happen? Would it happen with Hanna? Would I want it to happen with Hanna?
“Your sister’s being a bit of a bitch,” Harper muttered sotto-voiced across Chloe’s suffering form to her rival for the girl’s friendship.
“She’s just teasing, it’s not serious,” Erin replied. The two girls stared daggers at each other for a few seconds, and then simultaneously hmphed! in disgust and turned to peer out their respective windows.
“So…” Chloe stammered as she searched her mind to find something, anything, that would change the subject and get her away from the embarrassing topic, “do both of you work at the same place?”
“Der,” Leila replied with a snort. “Can’t you tell?” She tugged at the sleeve of her yellow tee-shirt and nodded her head towards Hanna.
“Yeah,” the blonde replied lightly as she turned the wheel and accelerated. “Cosminio’s Pizza. It’s a job, and sometimes the tips are good.”
“Why are you doing this again?” the redhead asked. “It’s not like you need the money. Your family’s, like, loaded.”
“I so need it,” Hanna said. “I’ve got stuff I want to get, and my parents are, like, super-cheap.”
“What do you want to get?” blurted Chloe as she saw and took an opportunity to join the conversation. So stupid, I’m an idiot…
“A better car than this thing, for one.” The teenager paused as she checked the traffic at an intersection, and then turned left. “And makeup costs money, and nice clothes that don’t look like I just escaped from a kibbutz, and movies cost money…”
“I could use some more money,” Harper interjected. “D’ya think I could get a job there?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Erin grumbled. “You’re too young.”
“Stop it, back there,” Hanna remarked. “I need to concentrate, and I can’t have everyone fighting and asking me questions all the time!”
As the teenager turned her attention back to the road, Leila pulled out her cell phone and scrolled through the menu. Harper and Erin glared at each other one more time, hmphed! again, and turned to stare out the windows once more. And Chloe almost shivered as thoughts of naked girls floated unbidden into her mind, of Erin tying her up and lapping at her pussy, of the sheer pleasure she had felt – had dreamed she had felt? – when she had been forced to come. I don’t understand… she thought.
And things got even more confusing for the ten-year-old when, for the briefest of instants, Erin’s bobbing head and stroking tongue were replaced with Hanna’s.
“Chloe!” Amanda’s voice floated up the stairs and into Chloe’s room from her place at the foot of the stairs. “Are you doing your homework?”
“Yes, mom!” Chloe’s reply bounced off the walls and evidently made its way downstairs to satisfy her mother. Let’s see, she thought as she gnawed at her lower lip and turned to the last page of her worksheet. “Trevor has a red tee-shirt, a black tee-shirt, a yellow tee-shirt, and an white tee-shirt,” she read quietly aloud. “He has red, orange, and black jeans. How many different combinations can he wear?” She tapped her pencil against the page, the lead tip leaving tiny little black spots on the pristine white paper, as she turned the problem over in her mind. Twelve, she decided as she wrote the answer. She paused, considered, and shrugged. “How the Hell am I supposed to show my work?” she asked herself in disgust as she slouched in her chair, her denim-clad backside sliding along the well-worn wood, the back of her tiny pink tee-shirt riding up.
She glanced at the clock, saw that it read 8:02, and sighed. Only English after this, she thought as she stuck the worksheet into her notebook and turned her attention to the last page of her schoolwork. And then I can go to bed, and then tomorrow is school and then Missy’s party! The thought of the light at the end of the tunnel actually perked her up a little bit, and she leaned in with renewed energy as she forced herself to learn about adverbs.
Her train of thought was interrupted by a chime next to her. She pushed the paper aside and turned her attention to her computer – an older thing that sat heavy and clunky and so out-of-date on her desk – as she grasped the mouse. An email? Who would be writing me this late? she asked herself. At the first movement of the mouse her butterfly screensaver flicked off, banishing the blue and orange and black and red and yellow fluttering insects to the ether in which they resided when the computer wasn’t in use, and with a few quick clicks she brought up her mail program.
Who the Hell is gcl4435 at skipper dot com? she wondered as she clicked on the message. She read the email, and felt a cold dread settle into her belly as the words sank into her consciousness.
Hello Chloe,
I am so looking forward to seeing you tonight! I was surprised when you contacted me on CherryPickers, nobody really seemed interested in my profile. But you are a little sweetheart, and I am so excited!
You asked, so here it is – I’ve got a nine-inch cock, and it’s pretty thick. I have fucked a few girls, none as young as you, but some young teenagers. You said that you want me to make you a woman, and I’m happy to do that.
You said that you’ll leave your doors unlocked and that I should just come into your room. It will be late, but I’ll be there – is there anything else that you want me to bring? I’m leaving the condoms at home like you asked, and I’m happy that you actually are willing to do stuff without protection! But is there anything else?
See you tonight! We’re going to have so much fun!
Love, John
What the Hell? Chloe shivered as her heart raced in fear. I never contacted him, who is he? She scrolled through her saved messages and saw no others from him. I don’t… How could he think… She re-read the message, trying to work through the mystery in her mind. Is this one of those… It must be, she concluded as she swallowed heavily. It’s one of the Bad Things!!!
She clicked reply and started to type – slowly at first, but then faster and faster, opening her mind and letting her fear take over. She wrote that she had changed her mind, that John should not meet her, that he should not come to her house and tie her up and do horrible things to her, that he should be ashamed of his thoughts. And then all her rage, all her confusion, all of her uncertainties and terrors and sickness over her situation flowed forth, and she hinted at the police, of trials and imprisonment, of being branded a pervert. And if you actually come I’ll kill you!!! she ended emphatically, and with an almost violent stab of the mouse key she sent her rage flitting back to him.
She sat back and panted, feeling sweaty and dizzy and with a pounding in her head, as she tried to calm herself down. That should do it, she thought as she swallowed dryly. That will show him. After a few seconds she felt her heart slowing, her breathing return to normal, of a post-rage calm start to settle over her shoulders like a blanket.
After a couple of minutes she almost felt normal once again – but then, with a suddenness that cause her to jump in her seat, her email chimed once more. Slowly, with a trembling hand, she clicked on the email and read his response… and her brow furrowed in confusion as she saw that John had simply replied with a smiley face emoticon. What the Hell? she wondered. That’s weird! She flicked the wheel on the mouse and scrolled down – and as she read her response to his message she felt the cold dread settle over her once more.
Dear Daddy John,
I don’t need you to bring anything else but you and your wonderful boy-thing! But if you want to bring rope or a gag or anything like that I won’t mind – I love that kind of stuff! And as long as you don’t leave any marks or stuff I don’t care how rough you get.
Ooo, nine inches and thick! I am so happy that you’re so big! I always wanted my first time to be with something big and fat – I’ve kissed big boy-things like that before, but now I’m ready for one to go inside of me!
I’m glad that you don’t mind taking my virginity without a condom or anything like that. I always thought they were stupid – the best part of being a little girl is feeling the boy juice on your body! I’ve had a lot on my face and I’ve tasted it, and it’s tasty – and just to let you know, I love to swallow!
The door will be unlocked and I’ll be upstairs waiting for you. Just come upstairs and do what you want to me – I’ll love it all! Just make sure that you squirt in my puss before you leave, that will make me a real woman!
And I want to call you daddy, because for tonight you will be my daddy and touching me and making me feel real good and all wet and dirty! My puss is getting wet just thinking about it, so hurry!
Love, your daughter Chloe
At the very bottom there was the top edge of a photo, so she forced her fingers to move the wheel further – she didn’t want to see, she had to see! And when her eyes focused in she felt dizzy and hot as the entire room seemed to tilt and slide as her heart actually skipped a beat.
It was a picture of her, obviously taken by the webcam on her computer. She was seated in her chair, her jeans and panties pulled down and hanging off of one leg as her other heel was perched on the edge of her desk, her tee-shirt pulled up to her neck. Everything was exposed, and photo-Chloe smiled as she let John see her flat chest, her stiff, dark nipples, her tiny tummy, her wide-spread legs and her little girl slit that she was holding open with two fingers and the bright pearly pink flesh of her inner flower gleamed…
I didn’t do that! her mind screamed. She saw the time stamp on the photo and saw that it had been taken less than a minute earlier. I didn’t write that, I didn’t take of my clothes, I didn’t send him that picture! “I didn’t do any of that,” she whispered as she shivered and hugged herself tight. “No, please, no, don’t make me do it, don’t do this to me!”
On her screen photo-Chloe’s smile almost became mocking, as if telling her that she had no choice in the matter – that John was going to creep in, that he was going to take her virginity, that she wanted him to do it. And there was nothing she could do about it.
The photo told her that it was what she had always wanted.
The sound of a creak somewhere in the house caused Chloe’s eyes to snap open yet again. Is that him? she wondered for what felt like the millionth time. Is he here now? She strained to hear something, anything, that would give her a clue, but with the exception of her jagged breathing and the pounding of her own pulse all she heard was silence. No, it’s not him, she finally decided. As she calmed just the slightest bit she rolled over and snuggled deeper under her covers.
After the realization that she was going to have a visitor had sunk into her mind, the rest of the tiny blonde’s evening had been a blur. She tried to write a response to ‘Daddy John,’ something that would convince him to leave her alone – but she found that she couldn’t, the words just wouldn’t come, that there was absolutely nothing she could think of that would drive him away. It was this knowledge, and the fear that any response would be ‘rewritten’ by the Dark Force driving her experiences into something vile and slutty and oh-so-sexual, that prevented her from typing. In the end she merely closed down her email, shut off her computer, and tried to complete her English homework. She knew that it was a mess, that when she turned it in it would get a poor grade, but in the moment she didn’t really care.
At nine her mother bustled on in – still clad in her skin-tight yoga pants and a tight sports bra, her flesh gleaming with perspiration and her hair pulled back into a messy pony tail – and insisted that she get ready for bed. Chloe moved like a robot, mechanically brushing her teeth and washing her face and pulling her blonde hair into a pair of pigtails, of stripping off her clothes and pulling on a clean pair of tiny pink panties with small white daisies, letting her thin cotton nightie settle over her slim body – all while thinking about her visitor. Her mother had returned after she had clambered in bed, tucked her in and kissed her goodnight, and snapped off the light, leaving Chloe to her fate.
I wanted to tell her, the girl reminded herself as she felt the gritty exhaustion in her eyes, but I couldn’t. WHY couldn’t I say anything? She had tried at every opportunity, tried to mention John to her mother, tried to tell her that her precious youngest daughter was going to get molested that very night – but every time she decided to speak and opened her mouth, the words just wouldn’t come. It’s like SOMETHING was stopping me from saying anything, she concluded. I wanted to say something, but whatever’s causing the Bad Things wouldn’t let me. Besides, she concluded sourly, it’s not like she’d believe me anyway.
She glanced at the clock, saw that it was after two in the morning, and groaned. I’m so tired, I wish I could sleep. Maybe he wouldn’t come. Maybe the Dark Force behind all the Bad Things was just messing with her mind. Maybe…
She heard the creak of a heavy tread on the stairs through her bedroom door.
He’s here! Her heart raced, pounding so hard that it threatened to burst out of her chest, and the little blonde felt herself tense. Oh God he’s here I have to hide… She willed herself to throw back the sheets, roll out of bed, and find someplace dark in which to conceal herself…
And nothing happened.
No, she moaned in terror, not now! She tried to roll over, and she remained exactly as she was, curled up on her belly with her arms clutching her pillow. She tried to kick her legs, to move her hands, to wriggle her toes, only her body remained motionless. What’s the matter with me? she shrieked in her own head. Why can’t I move?!? She tried to open her mouth to scream – and nothing happened, nothing sounded in her ears, nothing except her quiet breathing and the soft tread outside her door. She heard the soft click of her doorknob and she tried to do something, anything, to make her body react to her will – and was horrified that her body still didn’t respond.
“Chloe?” she heard a deep, masculine voice ask as a large, hulking man entered the room.
“Daddy John?” she asked breathlessly in an excited little-girl voice as her body pushed her shoulders up off the mattress and she turned her head to face the door. “Are you finally here?” I didn’t want to say that! her mind screamed. Stop it!!!
The stranger chuckled. “You can just call me ‘daddy,’ baby girl,” he said in a thick, low voice. She was helpless to react as he closed the door behind him, walked across the carpet, and towered over the bed next to her. She saw him reach out and flick on the light switch on the small lamp beside the bed, and for an instant she blinked as the dim light of the low-wattage bulb filled the room. And he…
… Looked normal.
He doesn’t look like a monster, or a child molester! The stranger was middle-aged and rather bland. He had black hair, brown eyes, and a somewhat droopy face. He wasn’t too muscular, or too fat, or too tall, or too short – in fact, he seemed almost generic. Maybe he won’t… For the briefest of instances she thought that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t going to follow through on his promise – but then to her shock she encouraged him. “Are you going to fuck me like other boys fuck my mommy?” she asked. Why did I say that?!? I don’t want him to do THAT!!!
The stranger chuckled again. “Oh, yes,” he said with a rather average smile. He paused for a moment, looking her blanket-covered form up and down, and Chloe felt herself laying back on the mattress as she waited for… something. “Mmm,” he added as he leaned over and peered into her face, “you are such a pretty little girl.”
“Thank you,” she heard herself reply as she felt her cheeks redden. Why am I doing this please don’t make me do this I don’t want to do this let me go… “I’ve been waiting all day for you, ‘n I didn’t even touch myself down there like I normally do, ‘cause I wanted you to be the one to touch me. Please, daddy, please make me a woman.” Stop it stop it stop it…
She wanted to move, wanted to run and hide, wanted to do something… But her arms and legs felt heavy and her joints stiff, almost as if they were frozen in place. She heard the heavy creak of the bedframe and felt the mattress sag as the man sat on the edge of her bed and leaned over her motionless body. “Young and fresh,” he said softly as he reached out a hand to stroke the side of her face. “I’ll bet you’re really popular with the boys.”
“I am,” she heard herself say. I’m not!!! “But I don’t want a boy,” she added as she nuzzled his palm, gracing the rough surface with a series of tiny butterfly kisses. “I want a man, all I’ve ever wanted was a man.”
She felt his palm stroke her cheek one last time, and then his hand slid down the side of her neck. Curling his fingers into hooks he snagged the edge of her covers – and continued to pull down. Inch by inch her sheet and blanket slipped down, exposing her nightie-clad body to his leering gaze. This can’t be happening this can’t be happening oh God why is this happening… “Do you think I’ve got a pretty body?” she asked.
“Oh, yes.” His palm slid back up, sliding over her flannel-covered belly, moving up her abdomen, glancing over her stiff nipples. Chloe gasped as she felt him flick her nubbins, tiny little lightning bolts of pure pleasure shooting from her chest into her belly, felt a flush rise up her neck. “Do you want me to pinch your nips?” he asked as he flicked again. “It feels really good, and all the girls seem to like it.”
“Yes, do it all to me,” she half-whispered, half-moaned. Stop it stop it leave me alone… The tiny blonde gasped again as she felt his fingers tighten around her left pokie and tug ever-so-slightly. “Oh, that feels good,” she whimpered as he did it again, and again, and a fourth time with a little twist. “It makes me feel hot, and my tummy tight!”
“That just means you’re special, sweetheart,” the stranger murmured. He moved his attention to her right nubbin, then back to her left, and then back to the right. “It means that you’ll get horny really quick when someone plays with them.” He leaned in and her lips parted as he kissed her, her tongue darting into his mouth as she whimpered and gasped and quietly squeaked as he grasped both nipples and twisted. “It means that you like it rough, and the boys really like girls who like it rough,” he explained softly as he broke the kiss.
Chloe’s head swam as the combined pain/pleasure warred in her brain, and distantly she felt one hand leave her chest and slide back down her belly. She wanted to resist, wanted to do anything that would make him stop, but her own body betrayed her and she could only lay there, horrified, as she spread her own legs to give him better access to the glories between. His fingers slid down, past her mons, sliding across the thin, tight cotton of her panties as they came to rest right over her hairless slit. She felt pressure for an instant, and then he was rubbing her stiffening clit, the pads of his digits moving in little circles as her hips rolled in time to his strokes. Oh God this is horrible but it feels SOOOO good please don’t… “Oh, daddy, that feels so good!” she moaned as she slid her thighs apart a bit more. “It feels good when I touch my flower like that but you’re making me feel real good!”
“That’s ‘cause you’re a good little girl,” he replied with a chuckle, “and you like it when boys touch your pussy.” She couldn’t stop him as he continued to massage her slicking pussy, and in fact she felt ashamed as she rolled her hips in time to his strokes. With his other hand he slid the hem of her nightie up from around her hips, pushing the thin, billowy fabric up her body to expose her flat belly. She felt her tummy muscles contract and to her horror she found herself lifting her shoulders up off the mattress, her own hands fluttering down to grip the cotton on either side, and with a single, shaky motion she helped him strip the garment up over her ribcage and off her body. “Fuck, you’re just a skinny little thing,” he commented as she settled back down and lay her arms to the side, letting her girlish, undeveloped body lay free for his appraising eye. She felt his gaze rake over her topless form, and blushed deeper even as she moaned in frustration in her mind. “You look like you’re not even starting to get your titties yet,” he added as he pressed just a bit harder on her clit and stroked just a bit faster.
“Is that bad, daddy?” she asked in a quavering, little-girl voice as she bit her lower lip. Of COURSE I don’t have boobs yet you pervert, I’m only ten! “Do you still want to make me a woman?”
“Oh, it’s just fine, baby,” he said with a smile. He leaned in and kissed one bare, stiff nipple, and Chloe gasped at the touch of his lips on her nubbin. “That just means that you’re getting an early start. And I know just how to make little girls into grown-up women.”
Even though she couldn’t actually control her body she could still feel, and as the stranger stroked her flat little belly, his fingertips grazing the elastic of her panties and pushing them down a fraction of an inch with each stroke, she felt her hand moving up his thigh. A sharp flash of humiliated embarrassment shot through her body as her palm slid along the smooth fabric of his slacks to the bulge in his pants, and she felt the throbbing heat in the center of her palm as she gripped his growing erection. “Oh my God, daddy,” she whispered in a breathy moan, “your boy-thing is so big!” At her caress and her words his cock jumped under her hand, and she heard herself giggle. “And it’s getting bigger!” she added as she gripped the thick, hard shaft through his pants. God, I can’t be saying this…
“That’s ‘cause you’re so pretty,” he replied. Chloe flushed as he kissed her nipple once more, and then she felt his hand move away from her flower. “Don’t you think it’s time for you to show me your little pussy, baby girl?” he asked in a low, husky voice thick with lust.
Oh GOD no… “Yes, daddy!” her mouth replied. “I want you to see everything!” She pressed her thighs together and lifted her hips off the mattress, pushing her pelvis high into the air as her hands slid down her slick torso. With his help she pushed the tiny pink panties down past her slim, girlish hips, onto her thighs, and down her legs. Dropping her now-bare backside back down, she raised her legs in the air and allowed him to slide the thin cotton off her legs, where he wadded up the no-longer-needed underwear and dropped them on the table beside the bed. “Do you like what you see, daddy?” she asked in a breathless voice as she let her legs fall open, exposing her hairless slit to his greedy eyes. “I hope my little puss looks pretty…”
“Oh, yes, baby,” he almost growled with a hungry look on his face. “Very, very pretty! In fact,” he elaborated in a quiet whisper, almost as if he were admitting a secret to her ears alone, “it might just be the prettiest little puss I’ve ever seen!” Chloe gasped as he stroked her belly once more, and despite her will her body spread her thighs a bit wider as his fingers slid down. Past her belly button, over her hairless mound, down to the soft, smooth flesh between her legs, his fingers dancing just barely above her girl-slicked slit…
The first touch of his fingertips on her bare clit was electric. The little girl gasped and arched her back, bringing her tiny little slit into the air as she rolled her hips with instinctive pleasure. “Oh, you like that, do you?” the stranger chuckled as he pressed a bit harder and slid up, stroking her stiffening nub and sending hot, wet bolts of lightning shooting straight into her belly.
“Y… Yes, oh God, it feels so good!” Chloe moaned as she squirmed under his touch. Stop stop no stop no no no… “D… Keep going, I love it, keep going! Just don’t… I want you to…”
“You want me to keep my fingers out of you right now, right?” he replied with confidence. “You want me to pop your cherry with something else, right? You’ve been dreaming of something else, isn’t that right?”
“Ye… yes!”
“Say it,” he ordered as he increased the speed and intensity of his strokes. “Tell me what you’ve been dreaming of, say it!”
I don’t want anything I want you to leave I want you to leave me ALONE… “I… want… your… thing!” she gasped in time to her rolling hips. “I… NEED… your thing!”
“Say it…”
She could feel a hunger welling up inside of her, a need so intense that it terrified her. She tried to tamp it down, to keep it in, to deny admitting her shame… to deny everything. But just as her body wouldn’t obey her commands, just as her own actions betrayed her thoughts and feelings, she was helpless to stop the words from blurting past her puffy, agape lips. “I need your cock!” she moaned, even as she screamed in revulsion within her own mind. “I want your cock, I need your cock, I’ve been dreaming of it! Please,” she said suddenly as her hands flew up and gripped his shoulders, and she peered deep into his eyes. “Please, let me see your cock, let me see what you’ve brought!”
“Oh, I can do that,” the stranger said with a smirk. He placed his free hand on her chest and pushed her back down, pinning her to the mattress with his palm as he continued to work her throbbing, aching, rock-hard clit with his fingers. “But first I want to watch you cum. Do it!”
“No, please, fuck me, please fuck me…”
“Do it!” he hissed. “You said that you’ve been practicing, but I want to see that you finally understand the difference between frigging your little cunny and having someone else do it. So first you cum, and then I’ll let you play with my dick!”
“Please…”
“Do it!”
She was so confused, so terrified, so caught up in trying to keep her mind free and focused and to not succumb to the terror she was experiencing that her sudden orgasm caught her by surprise. Her entire body tensed as she snapped her thighs around his hand, curling her pelvis up to the ceiling as her little-girl pussy throbbed and twitched and searched for the jism it was convinced was flooding her womb. Her heart thudded in her chest even as she gaped, and only his pressing palm kept her from arcing up from the mattress. Her pulse roared in her ears even as her blue eyes half-rolled into her back of her head, and she heard a distant keening sound of pure animal pleasure issuing from between her lips. Oh GOD he did it I did it he made me cum…
“Oh, so pretty,” she heard him say, his voice distant as her orgasm roiled through her body. “Your pussy has gotten so wet! See, I told you,” he added as he knelt next to her sweat-slicked body. “Girls who let boys make them cum feel real good.”
“So good, so good,” she whispered as her body trembled. Her orgasm started to ebb and her mind began to come back down, and a part of her felt so happy and so contented – while the conscious part of her brain shrieked and sobbed and felt so incredibly dirty. Oh God this is horrible… “Oh daddy, thank you, thank you!”
“You’re welcome, baby girl.” She felt him shift, and even though she wanted to look away her eyes remained locked on the stranger, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt and shucked it off his shoulders, and then peeled his tee-shirt up over his head. “Now, I think I made you a promise, didn’t I?” he asked.
“Yes!” Chloe could only watch in horror as her hands fluttered up to his belt, unbuckling the brass-colored buckle, unbuttoning the waistband, unzipping the zipper. As his pants sagged around his hips she eyed the massive bulge tenting up the front of his boxers. “Ooo, so big!” she heard herself say as she slipped her fingers into the elastic and pulled them down. As his rock-hard cock bounced free from its fabric prison she gasped, her eyes widening as his erection jutted out before her. Oh my God it’s a COCK I am actually looking at a BOY’S DICK… “Oh my God, it’s so big!” she whimpered. She felt her fingers sliding along the edge, feeling the heat of his shaft and the throbbing of his pulse under her fingertips, and then tried to wrap her hand around his prick. “I can’t even fit my hand around it!” she said in wonder even as she moaned in disgust deep in her mind.
“That’s okay, baby,” he replied gently. “You can use both hands.”
Chloe added her other hand and couldn’t stop herself from pumping slowly, both of her fists moving forward and backward as she jerked him off. Her eyes were locked on the tip of his cock, almost obsessively staring at the tiny, wet-looking slit at the end, and she felt herself lick her lips. “Daddy…” She swallowed heavily and felt her gaze slide up to his face. “Daddy, can I kiss it?” Ewww….
“Why, of course, baby girl.”
The tiny blonde couldn’t do anything as she curled her tummy and raised her head and shoulders up off the mattress, bringing her face closer to his boy-thing. No don’t make me… She brought her lips closer, closer still, and then she felt them purse, and then she graced the tip of his cock with a tiny kiss. “Mmm,” she murmured deep in her throat as she kissed again, and again, and then her tongue flicked out and to her disgust she lapped at the tip. “Ooo, it tastes salty!” she remarked in a wonder-filled voice even as she was retching in her mind.
“But I bet it tastes good, doesn’t it, baby?” the stranger asked.
“Yes!” Chloe lapped again, and again, washing the thick, bulbous head of the stranger’s boy-thing with her tongue, making the flesh of his prick gleam in the dim light of the room. And then her lips parted as she suckled on the tip, her tongue glancing off and lapping along the length of his slit, feasting on the stranger with murmurs of pleasure. Her double-fists pumped a bit faster as she dropped her jaw and tried to take the head into her mouth, but even with her lips stretched wide she couldn’t fit in much more than an inch. Oh this is so DISGUSTING I’m gonna barf…
“Holy fuck, you’re amazing!” The stranger hissed, his eyes narrowing as he stroked the back of her head. “You’ve obviously done this a lot to be this good at it!”
No I haven’t! Chloe felt herself murmur in agreement, an assent from her throat that was muffled by the boy-thing between her lips, as she worked her fists even faster and suckled even harder. No no no no no… The taste was – odd, that was the only way she could describe it. It tasted something like fish, or this weird cheese that her mother had once made her head. She had to admit that it didn’t taste awful, that it wasn’t the worst thing she had ever put in her mouth… but it was the sheer idea of putting her lips on a boy-thing that was disgusting. Please let me stop…
And then she felt him tense, felt his grip on her pigtails tighten, and the cock between her lips twitched and her mouth was suddenly full of a hot, sticky gunk. Her mind screamed in disgust as he came, splurting thick, ropy strands of jism onto her tongue and into the back of her throat, blast after blast of musky spunk that flowed around her teeth and oozed between her gums. She instinctively swallowed, clearing some of the boy-cum from her suckling mouth, only to have to stuff replaced as he spurted more, again and again, a seemingly never-ending tidal wave of jism that flowed down her esophagus and into her belly. She wanted to vomit, wanted to spit it out – but her body wouldn’t respond to her commands, and to her horror she murmured and smiled around the cock-head lodged between her lips. “Oh, fuck,” she heard him groan as the flow slowed to a dribble, “that’s so hot! You’re quite the little cocksucker, aren’t you?” Chloe didn’t answer but instead smiled even wider as she slowed her pumping fists and swirled her cum-coated tongue around the head of his prick.
This isn’t happening, this is a dream, this is a BAD THING… The pre-teen girl chanted the words like a mantra in the back of her mind, horrified at what the Dark Force – the someone, the something – had made her do, the horrible, disgusting, grown-up things, and made her act as though she loved doing them. Why can’t I stop it? How much more do I have to do? “Oh, daddy!” she heard herself say as she let the stranger’s prick slip from between her lips, “it tasted so good! Your boy-stuff is making my tummy feel all full!”
“I’m so glad, baby girl,” he replied kindly as he stroked the side of her sweat-slicked face. “But that’s not really what you wanted, was it?”
“No, daddy, I want more.” No stop don’t I won’t wake up wake up WAKE UP… “I want your boy-thingy in my puss,” she demanded as she settled back onto the mattress and pulled her knees up until they were almost pressed into her armpits. In her mind she sobbed in frustration as her fingers slid down over her ass, pressed against either side of her tiny, sopping-wet slit, and spread her flower for the stranger. “Please put it in me,” she begged, her voice soft and high-pitched and filled with a longing desperation. “Please make me a big girl!”
“All you had to do was ask, princess.” To her horror he crawled down and settled in near her curled ass, the tip of his cock laying heavy against her pussy. The stranger leaned forward and stroked the side of her face one more time, as he grasped his shaft with his fist. Chloe couldn’t see what was going on, but she felt the tip glance against her tiny, way-too-small slit. “It’s gonna hurt, angel,” he said softly, sympathetically, as he slid his hand across her mouth. “I’m going to make sure you don’t scream too loud, okay?”
Chloe couldn’t answer if she wanted, but behind her eyes her mind screamed in terror. Nonononono… Her head swam from the tidal wave of sensations coursing through her body, she found it hard to breath with his sheer weight pressing down upon her, her hips almost felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets from her thighs being spread so wide – but all of that paled in comparison to the horror roiling through her soul as she felt the tip of the stranger’s thick cock push apart her hairless pussy lips. “Do it,” she begged, her words a mumbled blurb as her voice was muffled by his palm. “Shove it in, do it!” No please don’t, her mind screamed. Someone, please, help me…
She felt him shift, and her eyes widened even more as the stranger settled even more of his massive weight on her pre-teen body, and then she felt him shift again, and the pressure against her flower increased, grew harder, harder still, harder to the point of pain – and then, with a grunt of effort and a single thrust, he pushed his hips forward. Chloe shrieked in agony as she felt something tear deep inside of her, and then she felt full and stretched as two inches of the stranger’s thick cock rammed into her. “There we go, baby,” he said softly in a kind voice as he smiled down at her. He pulled out slightly, and the blonde girl bucked beneath him as she felt like her innards were being sucked out of her body, only to scream again as he shoved three inches inside of her. “You’ve taken your first cock! I’m so proud of you!”
OH GOD IT HURTS TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT TAKEITOUT… Chloe tried to force her legs to kick, tried to squirm and buck him off, but her body still wouldn’t respond, and she sobbed in frustration as she could do nothing more than lay there and let the stranger tear her open. He pulled out and thrust back in, and again, and again, and again, and each time she felt as though she would die as her tiny slit felt stretched to the point of ripping… but at the same time her body felt hot and tingly, and she felt a twisted knot of pure pleasure forming deep in her belly. She gasped for air as he moved his hand away from her mouth and arched her back as he rammed home once more. “Yes daddy, fuck me,” she moaned as tears of agonized ecstasy flowed down her cheeks. “Fuck me, fuck me harder! It hurts so much, fuck me harder, daddy!!!”
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight!” The stranger groaned as he pulled back out and then plunged back in, burying all nine inches of his rock-hard prick into her no-longer-virgin pussy and stretching her almost to the breaking point. He started a firm, steady rhythm, driving in and pulling out, in and out, again and again, his grunts of effort combining with the alarming creak of the bed and the sob he tore from between her lips each time the tip of his cock punched against her sensitive cervix.
Chloe wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, clutching the stranger to her as he pounded – as he fucked – her with long, steady, aggressive thrusts. He lay upon her fully, covering her like a blanket and cutting off any escape. Each stab of his cock was like a knife in her belly as he tore her open… but at the same time she was sickened to find that her body was responding, that her pussy became even slicker to aid in his thrusts, that her nipples felt hard enough to cut glass, that a small, perverted part of her brain was begging for more. I can’t I can I won’t I WILL… Her thoughts roiled in her brain, a confused war between the innocent little girl she believed herself to be and the sex-crazed slut that her body told her she actually was, and she teetered on the edge of consciousness.
And then to her horror she felt him tense, felt him thrust into her so deep that she could feel his cock-slit pressing against her twitching cervix, and then he grunted as a hot wetness filled her belly. OH GOD NO he’s CUMMING… Real-Chloe shrieked in her own mind, but slut-Chloe sobbed in pleasure, and she teetered on the edge of madness as her body responded by cumming again, welcoming the stranger’s jism as he injected it straight into her pre-teen pussy, coating the walls of her womb with his seed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she clutched his body and trembled beneath him, and the cock in her cunt spurted and sprayed and filled her to overflowing
With a gasp of breath Chloe awoke to a darkened room. It was dream, she thought for an instant as she tried to calm her pounding heart. It was all a dream, it didn’t happen, I can move and he’s not here and it was a dream…
Her thoughts lasted for only a few seconds before reality came crashing into her consciousness. As she shifted on the bed she felt a sharp, tearing pain in her flower, her bare flower, and an oozing wetness that seemed to dribble from deep within her belly. Her fingers fluttered over body, and she found that she was nude – and in the dim glow of her bedside lamp she saw her panties wadded up next to her clock. And beneath her panties…
A single five dollar bill.
“I didn’t,” she whispered in horror as she stared at the money and hugged herself. “I wouldn’t, it didn’t happen, it was a dream.” But her own body told her the truth, told her that she had just lost her virginity at the age of ten. That the stranger had been real, one of the Bad Things, and he had crept into her bedroom in the night and had fucked her, and she had welcomed it, and that she had sold her pussy for only a few dollars. “No,” she moaned as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Slowly she lay back down and pulled her blanket over her head. Why is this happening to me? she wondered to herself as she curled into a ball and sobbed.
“Chloe, I hope you’re getting ready!” Amanda’s voice floated once more from the foot of the stairs, down the hall and into the little girl’s bedroom. “The bus is going to be here in about ten minutes, don’t be late!”
“I’m almost there!” the tiny blonde called back. “I’m just getting my stuff together!” For the briefest of instances she felt bad about lying, but she quickly quashed those feelings as she furiously clicked her mouse. What she was doing was far more important than mere school – and it was something she had to do, something she needed to do. Why is this stuff happening? HOW is this happening? she asked herself as she peered closer at the screen before her.
Chloe had awoken just as the first rays of morning light slid into her bedroom window, long before her alarm was set to ring, and for several minutes she just lay in bed. It wasn’t a dream, she thought with a heavy heart. It actually happened. I got fucked… I sold my virginity for only five dollars. The evidence was all around her – from her nude, stiff body aching under the covers, to the crumpled nightie on the floor next to her bed, to the panties sitting in a crumpled wad of pink cotton on her nightstand, everything screamed that the stranger in her bed last night was no dream. Even the room smelled of sex, it practically reeked of his cologne and her sweat and his spunk and her hard-fucked pussy. She shifted slightly and felt a gurgling deep in her belly… and before she could react she felt an oozing wetness seep from her aching slit and dribble down her thigh.
Slowly she rolled over and felt the mattress squish beneath her slim, bare ass. What the heck is… She wondered what was soaked into her bedding for only a moment before the truth hit her – it was his sperm, and her girly-juices, mingled within her own body into a vile sex-stew, a broth that had oozed and dripped from her no-longer-virgin pussy in the dark of the night while she slept fitfully. “Oh, God, no,” she whimpered as tears filled her eyes. She curled into a ball, but that motion only made the oozing worse and she lay there, her arms wrapped around her shins, as she shook at her loss and tears flowed down her cheeks and the stranger’s spunk flowed down her ass.
The next hour was a blur. She vaguely remembered sliding out of bed, trying to ignore the massive puddle of sperm and blood staining the center of her mattress, and almost duck-walked into the bathroom to keep from dribbling anything onto the floor. She remembered scrubbing herself in the shower so hard that her flesh stung, and kneeling on the cool tile of the stall as what felt like gallons of the stranger’s seed oozed and burbled out of her womb to pool between her feet like a vile, disgusting slug. She remembered staring at her nude body in the mirror, dully noting the raw red of her normally pink nipples and the stubble-rash on the inside of her thighs, as she searched her face to see if her shame was apparent. She remembered getting dressed and tried not to hiss at the discomfort of her joints as she moved and the stinging pain of the cotton panties against her violated flower. She remembered eating mechanically and responding dully to her mother and ignoring Lisa and Dylan and going back upstairs and standing in the middle of the sex scene that her bedroom had become and wondering what to do next…
And so she did the only thing that she could think to do… she wrote. The little girl glanced at the clock to check the time, sat at her desk, pulled out her notebook, and mechanically wrote down her molestation. She tried to write as much as possible, and was actually surprised by the level of detail that she could remember. I guess that means it really did happen, she thought as she scanned the page and a half of tight writing. When I dream I don’t remember how it smelled, or how it feels. Or how I feel the next morning. She sniffed and felt herself tear up as she recalled the stranger’s weight on her and the agonizing, tearing pain in her tiny slit as he shoved his cock inside of her, and her rubbed-raw pussy throbbed in sympathy. I guess I did invite some stranger to take my virginity. I just can’t remember doing it!
Chloe stared at the page for another minute, and then suddenly started. Wait, where did he say he found me? She clicked her mouse and banished the butterfly screensaver to the ether once more, and quickly pulled up her email. There was his message, he kind and fatherly as he talked about fucking her, she excited as she begged him to fuck her… There, that’s it! “Got it,” she muttered as she fired up her browser.
Three clicks later, and she sat back, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in shock, as she stared at the screen. CherryPickers dot com looked like a dating site of some sort, with a search engine and profiles and a chat room and a forum and everything – except that she could not believe that it was legal. Central to the welcome page was a tiny Asian girl, her young, undeveloped body fully on display, wearing nothing but a tiny halter top pushed up to her neck and a smile who held a hard cock in each hand, her legs splayed wide to show off her hairless slit. ‘Find the Girl of Your Dreams!’ the banner at the bottom of the picture screamed. ‘Cum-Crazed Pre-Teens Sluts Are Waiting For You!!!’ This can’t be real, she thought. The cops would have shut this down a long time ago! But her questions about the site’s legality were secondary, and she quickly banished them from her mind as she slowly moved the cursor to the search box, clicked, and with trembling fingers typed her own name…
Part of her prayed that nothing would happen, begged God or the universe or whomever that she would not get a return – but almost instantly she felt a twisting sickness in her belly as a profile flashed up on screen. There, large as life, was a photo of her on her bed, her face and chest flush, her skin gleaming with sweat, her legs spread wide and her tiny slit looking puffy and raw. As she watched a dull thudding sound reverberated from her speakers as the word PICKED in harsh red lettering flashed across her photo. That had to have been last night, she thought. “But he didn’t take any pictures,” she added aloud as she tried to wrap her mind around what she was seeing. “He didn’t have anything but his clothes…”
She moved the mouse over to her profile and saw that it was indeed her. Age, ten years old… Height and weight exactly as tall as she was and what she weighed… Hair and eyes and normal likes and dislikes… It was her. She saw a little film-strip icon, and reluctantly clicked…
Her screen was replaced with a video that quickly buffered. “Say hello to all your fans, Chloe,” she heard the stranger say.
“Hello!” Her voice sounded hoarse and rough, but the faux-Chloe on the screen smiled and fluttered her fingers in a tiny wave. “I’m so happy that I just got picked!”
“And how did you like it?” the stranger asked.
“Well, it was scary, ‘cause your dick is so big,” faux-Chloe admitted. “And it really hurt! But you wouldn’t stop, and I wouldn’t stop you even if I could, and I did it, I took it all!”
“Show us,” he ordered.
Chloe hugged herself and shivered, her eyes unable to look away, as the stranger zoomed in on the girl’s well-fucked pussy, and faux-Chloe giggled, reached down between her legs, and spread her slit with her fingers. She saw the wet gleaming of the girl’s inner flesh, shiny and red and raw and definitely no-longer virginal, and felt sick – and felt her gorge rise even further as faux-Chloe almost moaned, and the pink inner-flesh twitched, and a thick gob of pink-stained sperm oozed from the hole to her vagina and dribbled down the girl’s taint. “See?” faux-Chloe asked in a little-girl falsetto. “I’m a big girl now!”
“I didn’t do that,” real-Chloe insisted as tears dotted the corners of her eyes. “I would never do that!”
“So what’s next for you,” the stranger asked as he moved the camera up to faux-Chloe’s face. “Now that you’ve finally become a woman, what do you want to do next?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” faux-Chloe said with a smile. “I’m going to be eleven in three months, so I’ve got a lot of cock to catch up on! So,” she said as her eyes took on a wicked glint, “I want to fuck one hundred guys in one hundred days!”
“No,” real-Chloe moaned in horror. “I don’t want that!”
“So guys,” faux-Chloe continued as more of the stranger’s spunk oozed out of her pussy and dripped onto the mattress, “if you want to fuck me, just send me a message and we’ll set something up. I want your jizz, and I don’t care where I get it!”
“I didn’t say that!” real-Chloe insisted.
“Didn’t say what?” The voice behind her caused her heart to skip a beat, and with a squeak Chloe jumped in her chair. She spun to see her mother standing behind her, peering at the mess on her desk. Amanda had managed to get herself partially ready for work – the woman had managed to slide on her stockings and a mid-thigh length skirt, although she had yet to put on her blouse and her black bra practically popped against the tanned flesh of her body – and stood in the middle of Chloe’s bedroom with her hands on her hips as she peered around the chaotic scene with a small look of distaste on her face. “What didn’t you say?”
“I… I didn’t say anything, mommy,” Chloe said weakly.
“I’ll take you in my ass or my mouth if that’s what you really want,” faux-Chloe boasted on the screen behind her, “but I’m really dreaming of taking you all in my pussy!”
“Huh.” Amanda peered at her daughter, her look of distaste replaced with one of doubt. “What are you hiding, Butterfly?” she asked.
“Do they have to wear rubbers?” the stranger asked.
“No… I mean, I’m not hiding anything!” Chloe insisted.
“Fuck no!” faux-Chloe proclaimed. “Nothing feels hotter than a hard cock shooting its stuff right into my belly! I learned that tonight!”
“Uh-huh.” Amanda turned and looked about Chloe’s room, her eyes sliding right over the massive spunk-and-cherry-blood pool in the center of the mattress, the sweat-soaked wadded panties on the nightstand, the clothes strewn about the floor, and turned back to her daughter. “This place is a pigsty,” she remarked. “I had hoped you might be cleaning. Why are you playing on the computer instead of getting ready for school?”
“One hundred cocks,” the stranger remarked with an ironic laugh. “You realize that you’ll probably get knocked up, right? Is that what you want?” he asked. “You want to get pregnant before your eleventh birthday?”
“I… had to print out something for school,” Chloe lied. “I have a paper due today. And I almost forgot to print it out.” She doesn’t see it! she suddenly realized. She doesn’t see ANY of it!!!
“Oh fuck, that’s hot!” faux-Chloe admitted with a shiver. “Maybe I’ll have a girl, ‘n I can teach her to love jizz as much as I do!”
“Okay,” her mother said. Mollified for the moment, she smiled and kissed the top of the blonde girl’s head, and then mussed up her hair with nimble fingers. “Just hurry it up! You’ve only got a couple of minutes left, and both Lisa and Dylan are already out there. Get a move on!”
“Yes mommy, I will.” Chloe gave her mother a quick hug, and then turned back to her computer as her mother left the room. She didn’t see anything wrong, it’s like she’s blind or something! she thought as she clicked off the video. Why am I the only one who can see this stuff? What makes me so special? She moved to close down the webpage, but paused as she wondered – and then quickly clicked on an icon that looked like a tiny envelope.
And there they were, her messages. There were over fourteen new messages waiting for her, each composed and sent within the past four hours, each one from an address she didn’t recognize, each one with some vile offer in the subject line. Let Me Knock You Up! begged RapingRobert at skipper dot com… Six Cocks Are Ready for You boasted simon666 at laredo dot edu… I Will Pop Your Belly! promised klmmj75 at lowan dot fr… She scrolled through the mailbox, aghast at the sheer number of offers to fuck her. And what was worse was that each offer had an icon indicating that she – or faux-Chloe – had responded. I can’t… What… Her mind whirled as she tried to understand what was happening. “If I’m not actually sitting at the computer, then how can I write them back?” she asked herself quietly. This doesn’t make sense! Thing like this can’t happen!
“Chloe, let’s go!” her mother yelled up the stairs. “The bus is at the end of the block!”
“Coming!” I have to figure this out, she thought as she crammed her books into her backpack – and after the briefest of hesitations she tossed in the notebook containing her notes on the Bad Things and the Dark Force. Nobody ever sees anything, she mused as she slung the pack over her shoulder and dashed out the door. So that means nobody would believe anything I say. I can’t talk about this to anyone. But how can I figure out what’s going on if I can’t talk to anybody?
“Do you have everything?” her mother asked as Chloe reached the bottom of the stairs. Her mother finished buttoning her suit jacket and then slung her purse over one shoulder as she peered at her daughter expectantly.
“Yes mommy, I’m ready.”
“Okay, then have a good day at school.” Amanda gave her daughter one last kiss on the head and hustled the both of them out the front door. “Tonight is Missy’s party, right? What time do I need to drop you off?”
“Six. ‘N I’m going to be sleeping over, so Missy’s mom will drive me home tomorrow.” Maybe if I’m in a crowd the Bad Things might stay away…
“That’s fine. Whoops! Bus, go, go go!”
As her mother gave her a little shove Chloe dashed across the lawn for the bus, her face a neutral mask as she tried not to think about the stranger, or the party… or the dozen-plus offers sitting in her mailbox on CherryPickers.
But the stinging pain in her slit was a constant reminder that her world of the Bad Things was becoming all too real. And she still had no idea of how to stop it.