“So,” Harper asked as the SUV turned off the main road and started winding its way through the twisting maze of streets that constituted off-campus housing at Laredo University. “They’ve bought us for the entire evening?” The tiny, half-clad brunette peered at her face in the compact, checking her makeup in anticipation of the evening’s festivities, and as a result she carried an air of distraction about her. “They’ve bought us for just the party this evening? Or for the entire night?”
“They’ve bought you for the entire night,” Missy Chrissy replied. The tranny carefully placed her pad on her thighs and steadied it with one hand as she scrolled through the screens with the other. “Four girls, at one hundred dollars apiece,” she explained as she read the contract. “Dressed skimpy, willing to be adventurous. They have to have no problem with bareback or multiple partners. Naturally they wanted virgins,” she added with a sneer and a wave of one glittering gloved hand, “but really, if you’re buying a hooker you can’t really expect that, right? Uhm… Ah. They’re going to be drugging you. So, essentially, you’ll all be party favors. Of course, you’ll each be getting your usual ten dollars for whoring.”
Chloe sighed and peered out the window as she shifted in her seat wishing that she had been able to wear a bit more than the tiny pink bikini panties and spaghetti-strap pink tank top that she had on. Oh, she had no problem showing the flesh… rather, it was the fact that her bare thighs, bare shoulders, the back of her neck, and a small strip of exposed skin in her lower back were sticking to the leather seat of the vehicle in the warm, sticky spring air.
Idly she scratched the furrow between her thigh and her taint, wishing that she could grab a shower. It was only seven in the evening, and already her pussy felt raw and used. Her appointments that day had started at four in the afternoon, half an hour after she had left school. The first had been a long-haul trucker who was just passing through town, a fat, somewhat sweaty man who had thrust into her with wild abandon for a few brief minutes before shooting his load into her pussy. Number two had used her for his full half hour later, and she’d been forced to sob and scream and struggle as ‘daddy’ raped his ‘daughter’ (a performance that she thought she had pulled off in spite of her excitement at his aggression and the four orgasms she had to suppress to maintain the illusion) and planted his seed inside of her. Three and four had come in together, and she still winced mentally at the thought of them trading her back and forth as they spitted her simultaneously, swapping her mouth and cunny and splurting into her already sloshing womb. Number five had wanted to watch her pee and masturbate while he jacked off in her mouth – which she did with a smile and a shudder of pleasure as she swallowed the thick, sticky load he shot into the back of her throat.
“What’s the matter, Clo?” Erin asked softly as she nudged the blonde girl gently in the ribs. “You seem almost… bored.”
“I kinda am,” Chloe replied morosely. She glanced at Missy Chrissy to make sure the tranny wasn’t paying attention, and pitched her voice to a low whisper as she leaned close. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, normally I love parties like this. And really, I should be excited – the thought of getting drugged, and strange men fucking me however they want, like, it makes me kinda horny.”
“Really?” Erin whispered back. “I’ve never done it before. I’ve only been drunk at things like this.”
“Oh, it’s the best!” Chloe leaned in close. “You get to see who is at the party” she whispered, “and after you swallow the stuff you start getting dizzy. If you get lucky you might remember some stuff, like flashes and pictures, but it’s really the best when you totally blank out. But then you wake up the next day, and it’s pretty obvious that you’ve been raped ‘n stuff, but you don’t know who or what or who did what where, but you can feel all the jizz in your belly ‘n maybe in your ass and throat, and it’s so hot…”
“So, you’ve like done this before?”
“Yeah, a couple of times. The first was when I was six, ‘n I’d just gotten owned,” she explained as she stroked the butterfly tattoo on the back of her neck. “And Her Majesty there took me to a convention, and there were like twenty Japanese businessmen, and when I woke up the next day I was so sore!” She shivered slightly at the memory and smiled a small smile. “I think all of them pounded the hell out of my cunny, ‘n my belly was actually all puffy with all the cum inside of me, but it was so hot knowing that I didn’t know what had happened!”
“So what’s changed?” Erin asked.
Chloe sighed again and turned back to peer out the window. “It’s so… common,” she finally said after struggling to find the right words. “I mean, I’ve been doing the whole whoring game for four years now, and yeah, the money’s been pretty decent,” she explained. “Like, last year I made almost a hundred dollars, and fucked almost a thousand guys! But…” She let her gaze rake over the Victorian-style buildings as the SUV turned onto Laredo’s Greek Row, trying to pick out any detail that would differentiate one house from another. “I’m starting to get bored.”
“What, with whoring?” Erin sounded almost shocked. She glanced at Missy Chrissy, saw that the tranny was locked in a heated discussion with the fourth member of the party favor crew – that little eight-year-old cunt Jesse – about the girl working a party by herself in the future, and lowered her volume to barely audible. “Jesus, I can’t get enough of it! All the guys, all the cocks, each one wanting something different…” Now it was Erin’s turn to shudder with pleasure as her thoughts rolled through her head. “I mean, I so love the feeling of a huge guy on top of me as he’s doin’ me, it gets me so hot…” She got lost in her reverie for a few seconds as a dopey smile crossed her lips, and she had to shake herself slightly to return to the present. “You don’t like the anonymous sex anymore?”
“No, I like it just fine,” Chloe replied. “I mean, remember what we did last Friday night! Oh, that reminds me,” she added. ”What was your final count?”
“Sixteen in my cunt, seven in my ass,” Erin replied in a matter-of-fact tone with just a hint of pride. “You?”
“Thirty-one cunt, all bare-back,” the blonde whore replied.
“Damn!” Erin looked astonished and jealous simultaneously. “You love living on the edge, don’t you?”
“Well,” Chloe explained with a smile, “when you’re tied to a table with your legs spread wide, blindfolded and gagged, it’s not like you can do anything about it if someone wants to fuck you. But that,” she added as the smile dropped from her face, “that’s what I mean! I mean, stuff like that, and the hotel sex, and the party games, and all of that. It’s just gotten so…” She paused as she once more groped for the right word. “So… everyday. I feel like I want to do something different, feel like I want something different!”
“What, like that?” The blonde girl turned her head as Erin nodded out the window, and she watched a small little story play out in front of her. A girl, obviously a student at the university, had been walking up towards the front door of her sorority house when a group of fraternity brothers had attacked. She shrieked in terror and struggled as one of them twisted her arms behind her back and a second tore open the tissue-thin tee-shirt straining to cover her full, rounded breasts while the rest disrobed. Chloe lost sight of the struggling, sobbing coed as she was forced to her knees and the pack descended upon her, fully in view of the two sisters lounging on the porch and the campus security officer issuing a parking ticket with a distracted look on his face. “You want to play rape-bait for a while?”
“Nah,” Chloe replied with a tiny wave of her hand. “Been there, done that, left a good-looking sobbing victim. I’m thinking… I’m serious thinking about…” She gnawed at her lower lip for a second, debating in her mind whether to bring Erin into her confidence. “I’m thinking about becoming a breeder.”
“Whoa!” Erin looked shocked, and it was only through the hardest of efforts that she kept her voice low. “Fuck, Clo, a breeder? Like, getting knocked up by total strangers just to get pregnant? That’s, like..”
“That’s like so hot!” Chloe admitted as she smiled and leaned close, and she rubbed her thighs together as she felt her spunk-soaked pussy start to drool at the idea. “I think I’m ready to start doing it, and I took the pill
It was the déjà vu. It was the similarities between the drive in her dream and the drive in reality that had prompted the flood of memories – the way that the Spring air was thick and humid, the way that her bare flesh stuck to the leather seat in the SUV, the way that she knew that she was going to a party in which there would be lots of sex that had finally allowed Chloe to remember one of her first nightmares.
Of course, it’s not totally the same, she thought to herself as she peered out the passenger window and her distant, distracted gaze slid over the suburban houses as they slowly passed by her view. For one thing, I’m wearing a lot more than panties and a tank top! Though she knew she was wearing pink bikini panties and a pink top underneath her clothing, the similarities between her dream-attire and her current clothes ended with the denim overall-shorts covering her body and the clunky tennis shoes (pink, of course) on her feet. Her flesh was sticking to the seat, but it was only her lower thighs and her upper arms instead of a lot more skin. She was in the front seat instead of the back, and her mother was driving instead of a forgotten, unseen chauffer.
And in the dream she knew what was going to happen, and actually welcomed it. In reality she knew that she faced a night of sexual torment – and that her actions would be controlled by an unseen puppeteer. And though she did not want it to happen, she knew that there was nothing she could do about it.
Please, she begged the Dark Force silently as tears stung the corners of her eyes, please, just let me be! Don’t let tonight be like THAT night! Though the start of her nightmare had come roaring back fully formed and filled with detail, the rest remained a fragmentary blur. She remembered the four of them piling out of the SUV in front of a fraternity house, she, Erin, Harper, and Jesse clad in panties and spaghetti-strap tanks of various colors, as a crowd of hooting and hollering young men cheered… She remembered mixing with the crowd, hearing the complements that made her blush and the adult comments that hinted at acts that should have been far beyond her knowledge… She remembered the odd tang of the cup of juice she drank, and how she started feeling dizzy almost instantly… She remembered being led away in the midst of a crowd of men, each stroking her flat chest and flat ass and thin thighs and gangly arms… She remembered the agonizing pain as yet another thick, hard, fraternity cock slid into her well-fucked pussy while another was thrust in between her lips and onto her tongue… She remembered waking up with the dawn in a pile of garbage out back of the house, nude and aching, sperm drooling out of her violated pussy and asshole and, despite the tranny shrieking at her to get moving because she had a full day of johns to service, feeling happy that she had been used so hard and that she was gambling after taking the fertility pill…
Did I get pregnant? she asked herself as her heart pounded in her chest and her breath caught in her throat. I can’t… I don’t WANT to get pregnant! “It didn’t happen, it was a dream,” she whispered softly in an attempt to calm herself. But she didn’t actually know if it was a dream and this was reality… or if the Chloe who was the porn star/whore/rape-bait turbo slut was the reality, and she was merely dreaming of her own innocence.
“Did you say something?” Amanda asked as she pressed the brake.
Chloe tore her attention from the landscape and focused in on her mother. “No, just mumbling,” she said lightly. She felt a momentary pang of guilt at the lie, but she knew that her mother didn’t see the Bad Things and couldn’t believe – or even understand – what her daughter was going through. “Thank you for driving me to the party,” she added.
“It’s my duty as family chauffer,” the woman replied with an ironic laugh. Amanda glanced at her daughter out of the corner of her eye and her gaze turned critical. “Did you have to wear that?” she asked in a pained voice. “You have other, nicer clothes, why do you keep wearing that thing?”
“What, my overalls? I wear them ‘cause I like them.”
“You look like you’re ready to work on the farm,” her mother opined.
“Well…” Chloe groped for a reply and finally settled on a safe bet. “You look like you’re going to the gym!”
“Well, that’s because I am,” Amanda replied. “I’ve got yoga tonight, and I’m heading on over to class after I drop you off.”
“Ah.” Chloe almost missed it… almost let the comment slide right on past without noticing. But the horrors of the past week, the strange occurrences, the violations she had experienced, the Stranger, had put her on edge and she almost started with the realization that this, too, was odd. “Wait,” she remarked. Careful, now… “I thought you had yoga last night.”
“I did.” Her mother darted her hair back and forth, her French braid dancing at the back of her neck as she swiveled her gaze, and then slowly proceeded through the intersection.
“And didn’t you also have yoga on Tuesday?”
“Of course.”
“Mom… Do you have yoga every evening?”
“I…” Amanda paused and thought for a second, and then gave a little laugh. “I guess I do!” she admitted.
“But… you’re not the teacher, are you? So why are you doing so much yoga?”
Her mother shrugged. “I don’t know,” she responded in a distracted manner. “I guess it’s just what I do.”
As the SUV turned onto a side street and the houses rolled on by, Chloe sank into her thoughts as she tried to reconcile her mother’s admission with the reality she knew. It’s weird, she never seems to do anything more than work, take care of us kids, and do yoga, she thought. She strained to find some memory of her mother doing something, anything different, and her failure caused her heart to thud in her chest. She doesn’t do ANYTHING else! she realized with a start. “Mom,” she asked slowly, “your job…”
“Hmm?”
“What exactly do you do?”
Amanda was quiet for a second, and then shrugged once more. “I do office-stuff,” she replied vaguely. “Filing, and typing, and writing things up.” Her mother glanced over as she pulled the SUV over to the curb and patted Chloe on one bare knee. “You are full of questions tonight!” she remarked lightly. “What’s with the third degree?”
I’m trying to find out if I’m going insane, or if it’s the world that’s insane! Chloe thought. “Nothing,” she said with a smile. “I was just curious, that’s all.”
“Okay.” She leaned over as Chloe unbuckled her seatbelt and gave her daughter a hug. “If you have any more questions you want answered, you can interrogate me tomorrow. Right now, you have a party to get to!”
“Yeah!” No… The blonde girl returned the hug, squeezing her mother tightly. “Have a good evening, and… be careful. Okay?”
“Be careful?” Her mother leaned back and graced Chloe with an odd, quizzical smile. “I think that’s supposed to be my line,” she replied. “You be careful. Stay at the party, don’t go wandering around, and have fun tonight!”
“I will. I love you, mommy.”
“I love you too.” Amanda squeezed her daughter one last time, gave the girl a kiss on the forehead, and broke the embrace. “Bye now!”
“Bye!”
As the SUV pulled away and she stood on the sidewalk, Chloe’s thoughts roiled through her mind in a confusing mish-mash of chaos. She doesn’t seem to do anything, she reasoned as she gnawed on her lower lip and clutched her small backpack to her chest, but it doesn’t seem weird to her. Is this important? She heard a noise to her right and glance at Missy’s house, taking in the well-manicured lawn, the bright lights, and the open door waiting for her. Maybe it’s not important, she thought as she stepped onto the grass and made her way towards the party. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe the Bad Things are making me crazy! “Hello?” she asked as she stepped onto the porch and peered inside, half-afraid at what might be waiting for her.
For a moment she couldn’t see anything but the empty entryway through the open door and heard the sounds of distant music, but her solitude lasted for only a moment as a tiny redheaded woman stepped into view. “Hi there!” she chirped brightly as she moved to the door. “I’m Rebecca, Missy’s mom. You must be Chloe?” At the blonde’s nod, she brightened into a wide smile. “Wonderful! You’re the last one here, everyone’s downstairs in the rec room, and there’s a bathroom right there where you can get changed,” she added as she pointed to a small doorway just off the entry hall. “Are you ready to have fun tonight?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Chloe replied.
“Wonderful!”
As the chattering woman kept up a stream of light nattering about the weather, the party, the girls downstairs, and the plans for the evening, Chloe tried to put the latest mystery out of her mind for the moment. It’s important, she concluded as she slipped into the tiny closet-sized bathroom and shut the door behind her. I just don’t know why, yet.
“Do you want red,” Melissa ‘Missy’ Murphy asked as she knelt before Chloe and peered into the blonde girl’s face, “or shiny pink?”
“Pink!” Chloe glanced at the small tray on the carpet beside the two girls, searched through the sea of cheap makeup cluttering its surface, and picked out the small jar that she wanted. “That one, the Bubblegum Blast!” she insisted as she tapped the lid.
“Big surprise.” Missy almost smirked as she opened the jar, dipped the small brush into the shiny liquid, and leaned close. “Okay, make a kissy face!”
Chloe pursed her lips and let the redheaded girl apply the gloss, and felt her tension ease just the slightest bit more. The evening had been normal, innocent, and not at all terrifying as she had feared it might be. She had been surprised a bit by the theme of the party – she had no idea that Missy was into something as immature as Fairy Princesses! But as the birthday girl the just-turned-ten year old got what she wanted, and Chloe soon found herself clad in a cute little pink tunic and a pair of tiny (and obviously fake plastic) fairy wings. She had stuffed her clothing into her backpack, got a stream-of-consciousness series of directions and a plate of cookies from Mrs. Murphy (who let slip that Missy had made it abundantly clear in no uncertain terms that the woman was to remain upstairs and that she was not to interfere in the festivities in any way!), and made her way downstairs to the party.
The rec room was normal… well, as normal as a wood-paneled basement room festooned with balloons and posters of fairies and tables stacked with goodies and populated by nine sugar-crazed pre-teen girls bouncing off the walls could be. The furniture, consisting of a coffee table and two couches, had been pushed up against the walls, while a television sat dark and silent in the corner. The carpet was thick and soft beneath her bare feet, and she had curled her toes and luxuriated in the pile. As she felt herself start to relax a bit Chloe added her small form to the mix of girls, slowly at first but with greater courage as no Bad Things happened. Missy’s mother had gone all-out for her daughter’s birthday, and the blonde girl felt happy that nothing scarier than gluten-free cake appeared.
“So how do you know e’ryone?” she asked as she tried not to move her lips.
“Hold still,” Missy admonished. “Well, I know you ‘n Harper from Mrs. Cooper’s third grade class, of course,” she said as she furrowed her brow and tried to ‘paint within the lines.’ “Erin’s mom ‘n mine did some library thing last year, so we got to know each other. I’m in Mr. Porter’s class with Dawn, Wendy, Beth ‘n Anna, and Ashley’s been my best friend since, like, forever!”
Chloe glanced out of the corner of her eyes at the other party guests, and felt a tiny sense of contentment at the sheer normalcy filling the room. Yes, each of the girls had exchanged their everyday clothing for something resembling ‘fairy dress’ and Missy had a cheap plastic tiara pinned atop her crimson hair as befitting her status as the birthday girl, but other than that difference the party was exactly as she expected. A peal of giggles drew her attention and she focused in on Harper as she knelt and whispered with twin sisters Beth and Anna. Harper was wearing a tunic-and-wings combo similar to the blonde girl albeit hers was blue instead of Chloe’s pink, while the twins each wore green. On the other side Erin (in red) stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and scrunched her face in concentration as she carefully applied eyeliner to an obviously nervous Dawn. Over at the small table overflowing with goodies and treats, Wendy and Ashley were each trying to avoid pigging out – and failing miserably. As the blonde girl watched, Wendy glanced at the crowd of girls to make sure nobody was paying attention and surreptitiously crammed another small frosted cupcake into her mouth. It’s safe, she thought to herself as one corner of her mouth twitched. Maybe nothing bad will happen tonight!
“I said to hold still!” Missy frowned, stroked the brush across Chloe’s lower lip once more, and sat back to eye her work critically. “It looks good!” the redhead remarked with a smile and a nod of satisfaction. “Wanna see?”
“Uh huh!” Chloe picked up the hand mirror next to the makeup tray and peered at her reflection. She did have to admit that she looked good… Missy had done a wonderful job of applying light, subtle shades that actually made her look a couple of years older than she actually was. Her lips seemed to almost glimmer as they caught the light of the room, while the dark eye shadow almost seemed to make her blue eyes pop. The mascara, while maybe a bit cheap and clumpy, made her eyelashes seem almost miles long, and she smiled as she flipped her pigtails behind her shoulders and turned her chin back and forth. “Wow, perfect!” she said in admiration. “I’m so jealous that you know how to do this stuff!”
“My mom taught me,” the redhead replied. She smiled as she placed the lip gloss back onto the tray and settled back on her heels, her hands folded in her lap. “Mom always says that a woman’s face is how she presents herself to the world, ‘n so she’s been teaching me since I was, like, seven.”
“Lucky! My mom won’t even let me have any of this stuff.”
“Hey, Clo.” Harper gave her best friend a little hug as she settled down beside the blonde girl. “Wow, you look so good!” she added as she peered into Chloe’s face.
“Thanks! You do too!” Chloe returned the hug, and then turned her attention to the twins who sat on either side of Missy. “You all look good!”
“Thanks!” Beth chirped.
“Harper does a good job!” Anna added in a matching voice.
“Well, girls with red hair are always easy to match,” Harper replied modestly. “You just go for something greenish, it matches their eyes.”
“This is so much fun!” Missy remarked.
“What’s fun?” asked Dawn as she and Erin joined the throng.
“Makeup!” Missy replied. “It makes me feel all grown up!”
“Well, your mom is cool that she lets you wear it,” Wendy pointed out as she and Ashley completed the group. “My mom would freak if she caught me wearing this stuff!”
“So what do we do now?” asked Ashley.
“Hmm…” Missy thought for a second, and then the birthday girl grinned a small, tiny, wicked grin. “I know! Let’s play ‘Truth or Dare!’”
“Ooo, that sounds like so much fun!” Erin exclaimed.
“Sounds dull,” Dawn said in a quiet voice. “Why don’t we dance, or something?”
“Nah, c’mon!” Missy bounced excitedly for a second, and then scooted back on her tiny backside a few feet. “Everyone get in a circle, and we’ll go around. It’ll be fun!”
“How does it work?” asked Wendy in a quiet, quavering voice. Chloe glanced at the small girl and wondered once again why she was so reserved. She was pale, quiet, and painfully shy, almost to the point of being invisible. “I’ve never played it before,” the girl explained nervously.
“It’s easy,” Missy explained as the girls spread out a bit. “I’ll start, and then we’ll go around. You pick someone, and give them a choice of answering a question or doin’ a dare. If they pick the question, then they have to tell the truth – but if they don’t wanna answer a question, they gotta do a dare.”
“What if they choose a question, but they don’t want to answer it?” asked Dawn.
“Then they gotta do two dares!” Missy elaborated as she leaned forward and tugged Beth back to a spot beside her, and then patted the carpet on her left as she pointed at Anna with her chin.
“And you gotta make the questions really embarrassing,” Harper added with a wicked glint in her eye. “’Cause otherwise it’s no fun.”
“And once you’ve actually answered your question or done your dare, then it’s your turn to pick the next girl. Okay! Since it’s my birthday, I’ll go first.” Missy took a deep breath and scanned the circle of girls, searching each one’s face for a moment as she tried to select a victim. “Ashley,” she chose with a tiny grin. “Truth or dare!”
“I knew you’d pick me first,” the brunette said with a little laugh. She planted her palms on the carpet behind her and leaned back slightly as she stretched her legs out in front of her. “Okay… truth!”
“Um… What is the worst grade you’ve ever gotten on a test?”
Ashley blushed a bit as she grinned. “Really? That’s it? Wow, this is going to be so easy!” She leaned forward and hugged her shins and peered at Missy. “I got an F in English,” she said. “I always get confused with adjectives and adverbs, and when Miss Marsh gave us a test with both of them on there I got all flustered. I flunked so bad!”
The girls giggled – except for Chloe, who merely smiled as she relaxed even more. This isn’t so bad…
“Okay, it’s my turn now!” Ashley scanned the girls, her gaze moving around the circle until her eyes alit upon Erin. “You,” she said with a wicked grin as she slowly raised her hand and pointed at the skinny blonde girl.
“Ugh.” Erin made a face, sighed, and flipped her hair back over her shoulders. “Okay, hit me!”
“Truth or dare?”
“Uh… Dare!”
“Okay…” Ashley paused for a few seconds to allow the tension to build, and then widened her grin. “I dare you to snort like a pig before you say anything, before every sentence,for the rest of the night!”
“Um…” Erin thought for a second, and then snorted, a thick, nasally sound that almost seemed to reverberate throughout the rec room. “Like that?” she asked as the girls broke into fits of laughter.
“Right!”
Snort! “This isn’t so bad,” Erin said as she too giggled. Snort! “I sound like a pig, though!”
“You sure do!” Chloe laughed. “But I thought that Jewish people didn’t do pig!”
“Oh, you bitch!” Erin snorted loudly and leaned over to swat at Chloe’s head as the blonde girl leaned away and the girls exploded with laughter. “Just for that… truth or dare, Clo!”
“Yeah!” Dawn shouted. “Make it a good one!”
“Truth!” Chloe laughed.
“What is the weirdest dream you ever had?”
Chloe froze for an instant as memories of her nightmares flooded her mind – images of thick, hard cocks, of cruel molesters, of her stripping for crowds of howling men before spreading her legs and welcoming them all inside of her, using her, raping her. I can’t tell them that! she thought as her mind raced. “Uhm,” she stammered lamely. “I’m at school…” she began.
“Yeah?” Beth asked, her green eyes glittering with interest and humor.
Lie lie LIE!!! “And I’m wearing my gym clothes… But I’m sitting in class. And I’ve got to take a test.”
“An English test?” Ashley asked by way of clarification.
“Yeah.” Chloe scrambled to find some story that would seem odd yet normal, and grasped the first thoughts that came into her head. “And I so haven’t studied, but I’m sweating all over the desk, and it’s dripping onto the paper, and every answer I write ends up being smudged. ‘N Mr. Skeller is standing over me, telling me that I’m doing it wrong, that I need to write on the paper, and I look down and I’ve been writing on the desk.”
“That’s weird,” Anna remarked.
“Totally,” her twin sister agreed.
“Seems kinda tame to me,” Wendy said with a grimace as she momentarily forgot her shyness and got with the general ease in the room. “I was expecting something with boys and kissing!”
As the girls broke into fits of giggles once more, Chloe sighed to herself with relief. They bought it! she thought. She knew that the girls would not understand the true dream that she had adapted – of how she wasn’t wearing her gym clothes but had been naked, and how Mr. Skeller had forced his thick man-cock into her mouth while she masturbated, and then Ms. Lyden crawled under the desk to lap at her tiny little-girl slit until he came and she came and it ended in a wet, gooey mess. If I keep things normal, things will BE normal, she insisted to herself. “Oh, so you want boys and kissing, is that it?” she pointedly asked the shy brunette.
“Uh oh,” Missy said as she nudged Wendy’s thigh with her toes, “it looks like it’s your turn!”
Wendy blushed as she realized that drawing attention to herself had been a big mistake, and she ducked her head as she swallowed nervously. “Truth!” she blurted without being asked.
“Fine!” Chloe thought for a second, and then grinned. “Wendy, do you have a crush on a boy?”
The shy brunette moaned in embarrassment as the girls giggled and whispered. “I’ll bet it’s Mark Trainter,” Erin whispered loudly to Ashley.
“Naw,” Ashley replied in just as loud a whisper, “I’ll bet it’s Tommy Henson!”
“I knew it!” Missy crowed triumphantly. “Who is it?” she asked expectantly as she leaned in and peered at her friend.
The short-haired brunette looked as if she wanted to crawl into a hole, to let a chasm open up beneath her and swallow her whole in order to save her from her shameful admission, but no rescue was coming and she almost seemed to shrink under the interested gazes of the other girls. “It… it’s Dylan,” she said in a tiny, quavering voice barely above a whisper. “Dylan Bauer.”
“Dylan Bauer!” Harper exploded in laughter and fell back, rolling onto her shoulders and kicking her thin legs in the air in mirth (and inadvertently crumpling her fake fairy wings in the process). “Oh my God, Clo!” she added as she sat back up and wiped the tears from her eyes. “She’s got the hots for your brother!”
“I don’t have the hots for him,” Wendy said in denial as the girls broke up once more. “I just… kinda like him,” she elaborated.
“That is… so gross!” Chloe opined as she too joined in on the giggles. “He’s a butthead!”
“Well, Chloe’s kinda cute, so he’s kinda cute too,” Anna said in support of her sister.
“Yeah, I’d kiss him!” Beth blurted, and then ducked her head in embarrassment as she realized that she said it out loud.
“Looks like you got some competition,” Erin stage-whispered to Wendy. “You gonna let her get away with that?”
“No!” Wendy swallowed and then peered directly at her rival. “Okay, Beth, truth or dare!”
“Aw, dare, of course!” the redhead stated with confidence. “Bring it!”
“Yeah!” Anna echoed her sister’s sentiment with a defiant glare. “We can handle anything!”
“Hmm…” The girl looked around the room for a second and her face lit up the second her gaze fell upon the snacks table. “Okay,” she said with something of an evil smile, “I want you to go get an ice cube and stick it down your panties, ‘n it has to stay there ‘til it melts!”
Beth glanced at her sister and the pair exchanged some weird, non-verbal twin telepathic communication, and then the redheaded pre-teen looked over her shoulder at the table festooned with treats. “No problem,” she said with just the tiniest of nervous hitches in her voice as she rose to her feet. “It won’t be so bad!”
“Oh, yes it will!” Ashley giggled.
“Back or front?” Anna asked.
“Front,” Missy replied with a wicked grin.
Snort! “Oh yeah, definitely front!” Erin laughed as she leaned back and extended her legs out before her, her bare limbs pale and thin stems poking out from beneath the tiny skirt of her crimson fairy outfit. Snort! “Back is way too easy!”
“Yeah!” Harper agreed. “An ice cube on the cunt is way more uncomfortable!”
Chloe froze as the rest of the group exploded in laughter. Did she just say… She felt her heart start to pound in her chest at the thought that maybe her relief had been too soon, that the Bad Things were just starting. “Wh… What did you say?” she asked the brunette in a weak, quavering voice.
“I said that an ice cube melting in the front will make it look like she peed her pants,” Harper replied easily. The smile left the brunette’s face as she peered at Chloe with a look of concern. “Hey, is everything okay?” she asked softly. “You’ve got this weird look on your face.”
“I… No. everything’s fine,” Chloe answered. She looked around the room, her gaze searching for anything wrong, anything different, any indication that the Dark Force was starting to intrude – and she saw nothing out of the ordinary. Nine little girls, sitting in a rec room, dressed in costumes, playing truth or dare. Nothing but normal. I… probably just dreamed it, she told herself, willed herself to believe, as she patted Harper’s hand and plastered a weak, wan smile on her face. “I just thought I saw a spider, or something,” she lied.
“Geez, you gotta see someone about that spider thing. Oop! There she goes!” Harper grinned and gripped Chloe’s hand tightly as she turned her attention to the redhead by the snack table.
Beth had dipped her hand into the large punchbowl filled with ice and cans of soda, retrieved a somewhat drippy cube from the middle, and glanced over her shoulder at the breathless girls. “Okay, fine,” she said in a somewhat nervous voice. With a tiny blush that reddened her pale face, she pulled up the hem of her green fairy skirt to just above her navel, took a deep breath, and dipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties. “Oh, jeez!” she said in a startled voice as she dropped the cube and let the elastic snap back in place. “That’s cold!!!” she added as she did a little dance of discomfort.
The girls broke up with laughter as Beth twitched and squirmed, Chloe joining in the merriment… but all her good feelings vanished when she heard a tiny cough behind her. Without losing her smile she glanced over her shoulder – and there, seated on the couch behind her, were three men. Nondescript, middle-aged, and somewhat forgettable, they carried the air of fatherly authority about them as they peered at the giggling pre-teens with inscrutable looks on their faces. What… Where the HELL did they come from? the blonde girl thought as her laughter died in her throat and the smile was wiped from her face. I didn’t hear them come in! How long have they been sitting there? She snapped her head back around and looked over Missy’s head, a tiny little movement catching her eye and drawing her attention to six teenage boys lounging beside the snack table. Just like the men their attention was also focused in on the girls, only they carried a hungry, almost predatory look in their eyes. I KNOW they weren’t there before! What is going on?!? As Beth took some jittery steps back to the circle and sat back down, a large wet spot forming on the front of her panties just below the hem of her fairy tunic, Chloe tried to surreptitiously look around the room, trying to gauge just what was happening. The three ‘fathers’ on the sofa behind her, the six teenagers by the snacks, four boys about her own age near the stairs, other men against the walls or squatting in the corners… Twenty! Oh, God, no… She opened her mouth to speak out, to say something, to warn the others that Bad Things were going to happen… and to her shock only heard a bark of laughter. “I can’t believe you did that!” she crowed as her face almost ached from the forced smile curling her mouth. No, no, no…
“I can’t believe I did it either!” Beth said. The tiny redhead gave a little shudder as she squirmed in discomfort. “It’s cold!” she whined.
“Aw, suck it up,” Missy said with a smirk. “It’s not that bad!”
“Oh yeah?” Beth stuck her tongue out at her friend. “Just for that, truth or dare!”
“Truth! I’ve got no secrets…”
“Fine!” Beth thought for a few seconds, gnawing on her lower lip as she tried to come up with a devastating question that would give her victory. She glanced at her twin, shared another brief, silent, telepathic conversation, and grunted with satisfaction. “Oh, okay, Missy!” she said as a small, evil smile curled up the corners of her mouth. “Have you ever gone skinny dipping with a boy?”
Chloe felt her heart thud in her chest, as much from the question as from the sound of the male observers shifting slightly as they watched the girls. She felt slimy, felt their eyes raking over her prepubescent form, felt their gazes sliding over her chest and back and butt and legs, and yet she couldn’t do anything about it. Survive, just find a way to survive and try not to think about it…
“Ulp!” Missy stiffened and her face reddened in embarrassment at the question. “Uhm… yeah,” she finally admitted. As the girls laughed with delight she blushed deeply and peered down at her curled legs beneath her. “It was at summer camp last year, Peter Mark. Y’know, that fifth grader from Misses Fontaine’s class? Anyway, we snuck out to the pool after lights out, ‘n I forgot my swimsuit, but we really wanted to swim, so we both decided just to do it… naked.”
“But you were, like, nine!” Ashley said in astonishment. “And he was, like, twelve!”
“Did you see his thingy?” asked Wendy in a breathy voice.
“Yeah,” Missy replied. Her blush deepened and she almost seemed to shrink into herself as she dropped her voice to a whisper. “And we did things…” she added as she flushed so deeply that it seemed as if her face was about to catch fire.
Chloe felt herself laugh in accompaniment with the rest of the girls, even though she felt almost terrified inside. It’s the BAD THINGS IT’S THE Bad Things no God please… She rolled her eyes around the room, grateful to have that smallest of control over her body and tried to keep watch, to see any danger before it pounced – even though she knew in her heart of hearts that there would be no way to prevent what was coming. She couldn’t see what the men behind her were doing, could only catch the vaguest hints of movement out of the corner of her eyes of the boys by the stairs, could only spy shadowy hints of the other men as they lurked against the walls and eyed the girls hungrily… and then she saw it, saw HIM, in the corner.
At first she wasn’t sure she saw anything, wasn’t positive that anything was actually THERE, and she lost sight of him/it when her body turned her head to whisper something naughty in Harper’s ear that caused the brunette to blush and giggle madly. When she turned her head back she focused her eyes, peered intently into the corner. There WAS a man there, lurking in the corner – maybe – but his entire form was lost in shadow so deep that she couldn’t actually tell where the man ended and the wall began. He was less a body than a presence, a dark, malevolent something that lounged and eyed the girls like they were gazelles and he was a hungry lion, ready to feast. Who is… WHAT is he? the little girl asked herself as she strained to make out any detail and failed miserably. Is he even there? Is he the Dark Force causing the Bad Things? She didn’t know, and once again she lost sight of the form as she rocked back with forced laughter at some comment that Missy made.
“Okay!” Missy shook herself, letting her loose crimson locks dance around her shoulders as she shook off her embarrassment. “I think it’s time to kick things up! Wendy, truth or dare!”
“Uh… Truth!”
“If you were gay,” Missy asked in a low, suggestive voice, “who here would you find the hottest?”
“What?!?”
“Aw, c’mon, Wendy!” giggled Ashley. “If you were a big ol’ dyke, who here would you wanna eat out?”
“I… I…” Wendy stammered as she blushed furiously, fidgeting as she glanced around the circle of giggling girls.
“She’s stalling,” Anna commented with a smirk.
“Totally,” her sister agreed.
“I…” The shy brunette took a deep breath, screwed up her courage, and looked up with a small, stricken look. “If I were a lesbian,” she finally said, “I would totally wanna get with Chloe!”
“I knew it!” Erin crowed as she exploded into a gale of laughter.
“Makes sense,” Dawn pointed out. “She’s hot for her brother, so it’s only right that she’s hot for her as well.”
“Well, Clo, how about it?” smirked Harper as she nudged the blushing Chloe with her elbow. “Wanna do a three-way with your brother and Wendy? Might be hot…”
“Stop it!” Chloe was mortified, her face burning with embarrassment as she too giggled. Deep inside she was shocked, sickened by what was happening – the game turning so adult, the men and boys peering intently at the girls who couldn’t even see them there, everything caused her to want to scream and run and hide. There’s no way… But the Dark Force was controlling her body, controlling her words, and she was helpless to stop herself from adding, “I might be willing to fuck her, but not that butthead Dylan…”
“I think she’s lying,” Anna said.
“I’m sure she’s totally lying,” Beth added.
“I’ll be she does her brother every night, ‘n that she just doesn’t want to share him with other girls,” Missy smirked.
“Everyone shut up, ‘cause now it’s Wendy’s turn!” Chloe could do nothing more as she blurted the words, caught up in a script of someone else’s design and helpless to change the play. “I think you should do Harper,” she advised the shy girl as she nudged her friend with one toe.
“What? Why me?” whined the brunette.
“’Cause you suggested a three-way! C’mon, Wendy, do it!”
“Uhm, okay.” Wendy thought for a second, and all the girls leaned in a bit in anticipation of her words. “Harper, truth or dare!”
“Um… Dare!”
“Good.” Wendy’s gaze narrowed a bit, and she got a crafty look on her face. “I dare you,” she ordered slowly as a small, evil smile crossed her lips, “to go the rest of the night naked!”
“Aw, is that all?” Harper visibly relaxed and smirked by way of reply. “Piece of cake!” Without hesitation the ten-year-old grasped the hem of her fairy tunic and slid it up her thin body, pulling the garment up over her head and tossing it aside. The brunette rolled onto her back and grasped her thin cotton panties at the hips, and in a single fluid motion slid them down her legs as she rolled back into a seated position. “There!” she exclaimed smugly amid peals of girlish laughter as she twirled her panties around her fingers before tossing them at the shy girl. “That’s not a dare!”
“Yeah,” Chloe heard herself agree. “For Harper, that’s just your average day!”
“Oh, you bitch!” Harper giggled and threw herself on Chloe, who tried not to think about the naked girl wrestling her to the carpet as she giggled and squirmed and fought back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the observers watching closer, some stroking the growing bulges in their pants as they eyed the pair, and she felt her pulse quicken even further. “Just for that,” the brunette added in a breathy voice as she sat back down, “it’s your turn! Chloe, truth or dare!”
“Dare!” Chloe couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t prevent herself from rising to the challenge and blurting the word in a breathy voice. “Bring it!” Noooo…
“Fine! I dare you to… make out with Anna for three minutes!”
Chloe stiffened for a second, and deep inside her soul retched. But she was only along for the ride, helpless to stop herself as she grinned and rolled forward onto all fours. “That’s not a dare,” she replied, echoing Harper’s words back at her in a haughty tone as she crawled across the carpet. Beth grinned and leaned across Missy to punch her twin sister in the shoulder, and she remained leaning against the giggling birthday girl as Anna smiled and rolled forward herself. The two met in the middle of the circle, surrounded by hooting girls, and Chloe felt herself smile. “Ready?” she asked the redhead.
“Definitely!” Anna replied in a breathy voice. She leaned forward, and Chloe mirrored the movement as she felt her eyes fluttering closed… and then there was an electric shock as she felt her lips meet the redhead’s. Their kiss was slow, gentle, almost tentative at first, but with each passing second she could feel her heat grow and the buss grew deeper, more passionate. Anna murmured in pleasure as Chloe parted her lips and darted her tongue between the girl’s teeth, meeting the redhead’s with her own as both feasted upon the other. The blonde girl felt delicate fingers stroking the back of her thigh, and knew instinctively that Harper was using the opportunity of her kneeling state to fondle her best friend. Chloe felt her body growing warm, felt her little-girl slit start to slick as Harper’s palm slid up and over her panty-clad ass, stroking and squeezing, rubbing and massaging, and the torrent of conflicting feelings, of lust and disgust, of fear and anticipation, of pleasure and horror warred in the pre-teen’s mind.
The three minutes seemed to pass in a flash, and Chloe found herself crawling back beside Harper, her breathing rapid and her face flushed as Anna did the same. “You tasted sweet,” she heard herself tell the twin in a low, husky voice.
“You too,” Anna replied with a blush.
“That was so fucking hot,” Dawn murmured. She glanced over and saw the brunette snuggled up against Erin, her fingertips idly stroking the blonde’s stick-thin thigh as her gaze flicked back and forth between Chloe and Anna with undisguised lust.
“It sure was!” Missy agreed. She ran her fingertips up Beth’s side, and the redhead shivered with pleasure at the attention. “Are you sure you’re not a dyke?” she asked.
“Aw, fuck you!” Chloe laughed and nudged the nude Harper. “I was just doing a dare! Speaking of which… Missy, truth or dare!”
“Dare, of course!”
“I want you to demonstrate your favorite sex position,” Chloe heard herself ask. This is so wrong… “Get into the position that gets you the hottest whenever you’re getting fucked!”
“By a boy or a girl?” Missy replied. “’Cause they’re different, you know.”
“Boy!” Ashley shouted.
“Yeah, definitely a boy,” agreed Erin.
“Oh, that’s easy!” Missy gave Beth a small, delicate kiss on her jaw and then pushed the redhead twin away. Without hesitation she extended her legs and then rolled onto her back. Tucking her heels close to her tiny, flat ass, she spread her knees as wide as she could and exposed her panty-covered slit to the entire group while gripping her ankles tightly. “Missionary, of course!” she explained as she lifted her backside up off the carpet. “The cock gets in there deeper!”
“I dunno,” Wendy replied softly. “I always feel like the cock goes deeper when I get fucked from behind.”
“Yeah,” Anna agreed. “Doggy-style is better.”
“No way,” Ashley interjected. “On top is best, you can control how deep it goes.”
“Facing him, or facing his feet?” asked Harper.
“There’s a difference?”
“I think it doesn’t really matter,” Chloe heard herself reply factually. To her horror she heard herself add, “I’ve fucked dozens of guys, and as long as I get a cock in me I’m happy.”
“Yeah?” Missy closed her knees and sat back up, peering at the internally-mortified blonde girl with interest. “How many have you fucked, in total?”
“In total? Uhm…” Chloe felt herself pause, and her eyes rolled crazily around the room as she tried to force herself to stay silent. “I’d have to count,” her mouth finally said, “but at least thirty.”
“Wow, so cool!” Wendy whispered in awe. “I’ve only done eighteen myself!”
“Don’t feel too bad,” Missy replied easily with a smile. “I’ve only done sixteen.”
“Fifteen here,” Beth interjected.
“But we did them both at the same time,” Anna elaborated. She turned to her sister and asked, “Does that count? Can we share guys like that?”
“Amateurs!” Dawn looked smug and lounged back, propping herself up on her palms as she smirked at the group. “I’ve done forty-seven in total! ‘N I only ended up getting knocked up, like, six times!”
“That’s awesome!” Chloe replied. “But don’t get too comfortable, I’m only getting started!”
“What, on cocks or unplanned pregnancies?” Ashley shot without hesitation. As the girls collapsed into gales of laughter, Chloe could only whimper inside as the humiliation of the night rolled on. The men were staring hungrily, some stroking their exposed, semi-hard cocks as they watched the little girls act like sluts. This can’t be happening this isn’t real wake up wake up! Her eyes darted around the room, finally alighting back on the shadowy figure. She still couldn’t make out any detail – he (she didn’t know how, but she was sure it was a he) was all blurry and vague, indistinct, almost as if he wasn’t truly there. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could just tell that he was watching just as intently as the other men, his gaze flicking from girl to girl, and as she leaned over to whisper something vile and super-sexual to the nude and visibly aroused Harper she felt him peering directly at her. The look lingered, almost seemed to stroke her shivering flesh, almost seeming to probe deep into her mind, into her soul, before it slid away to focus in on Ashley. What the Hell is he?!? she asked herself. He’s not human – or is he? Is he even there?!? Am I going insane?!?
“Okay, my turn!” Missy glanced around the circle and her gaze alit upon Erin. “You,” she said in a husky voice as she pointed with her chin, “truth or dare?”
Snort! “Dare!” Erin didn’t hesitate, and Chloe couldn’t help but note the twin pair of tiny, stiff nipples that almost seemed to poke through the thin fabric of her friend’s red fairy tunic. The blonde girl came to her knees and almost posed defiantly, with her fists on her hips and her face proud. Snort! “I can take anything!”
“I dare you to seduce your girl crush!”
Snort! “Fuck, that’s not a dare!” For a moment Chloe was afraid that Erin was going to come on to her, but with a strange pang of disappointment the Jewish girl turned to the brunette Ashley beside her. Snort! “Hi there,” she said in an almost shy, seductive voice.
“Hello yourself,” Ashley replied with a tiny smile.
The girls all leaned forward expectantly, peering at Erin as they waited for the show to start. For her part the blonde girl got a crafty look in her eye, and after a quick smirk at Missy she turned and leaned over, placing her face next to the brunette’s, pressing her cheek against Ashley’s. A soft, low whisper buzzed from the pair as Erin spoke softly, far too soft for Chloe to make out any individual words, but the effect on Ashley was electric. As Erin continued to say what she said, the brunette’s face flushed a brilliant crimson, a stunned look filled her eyes, and she visibly shuddered. Her painted lips fell open and she gasped in shock, and then pulled away from the blonde girl. “Are you serious?” she asked in a quavering voice.
“Uh…” Snort! “Uh huh,” Erin replied with a wicked smile.
The brunette stared at the girl for a heartbeat, and then let lose a great, guttering gasp that contained more than a little bit of whimper in it. “Oh, fuck yeah!” she moaned as she threw her arms around Erin and pulled her to the carpet, her mouth seeking out the blond girl’s wantonly as her hands slid over the girl’s back and ass.
“What did she say?” Wendy asked, entranced by the impromptu make-out and grope session unfolding before her. “Did anyone hear what she said?”
“I didn’t,” Beth replied as she too peered at the softly moaning pair with a hungry look in her eyes.
“Wish I did,” her sister added as she mirrored her twin’s gaze.
“I think she fulfilled the dare,” the Dark Force made Chloe state with a tiny laugh. “But it looks like she’s busy right now. Are you too busy to continue playing, ‘Rin?” she asked her friend.
“Fuck off,” Erin muttered vaguely in Chloe’s direction, distracted with the task of helping Ashley pull her own panties down over her flat backside as she forgot to snort like a pig.
“I think she’s too distracted,” Chloe heard herself say. “How do we handle this?” she asked Missy.
The redhead opened her mouth to reply, but to everyone’s surprise Erin broke her kiss with Ashley with a great gasp and a wet smack. Snort! “Fuck that!” she said with a grin. Snort! “Chloe, truth or dare! Kiss Wendy’s bare pussy! Now!”
Chloe felt her conscious mind swim as outwardly she grinned. “What, no choice?” she laughed rhetorically. Already she was moving across the carpet, her knees sliding through the thick fiber and her fingers curling into the plush pile as she crawled, stalked, in the direction of the shy and nervous brunette girl. “Hey, sexy,” she purred, “you wanna feel real good?” she asked as she peered into Wendy’s hazel eyes.
“Yeah,” the little girl answered in a quiet, shaky voice. “Are you gonna lick my cunny?”
“Oh, yeah.” Helpless to stop herself, Chloe could only look on as she reached out and grasped Wendy’s slim ankles, and with an almost rough motion she pulled the girl towards her. The brunette’s baby-blue fairy tunic rode up to reveal a pair of white bikini panties, and the blonde girl wasted no time in tugging the no-longer-needed barrier to her desire down the girl’s slim, supple thighs. “Spread your legs,” she ordered in a husky voice, but she didn’t wait for the girl to act before she took a firm grip of Wendy’s knees and splayed her thighs wide.
“Oh, fuck, I so want this,” Wendy whispered as she squirmed and rolled her shoulders against the floor, working to tug more of the tunic up her skinny, undeveloped body to give Chloe easier access to her form.
“Me too!” Chloe wanted to shut her eyes, wanted to wish everything away, wanted everything to go back to the light and innocent party into which she had arrived, but she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop what was coming. Plus, to her horror, she found that she was actually curious… I’ve never actually seen another girl’s pussy before, she thought to herself as her entire view was filled with Wendy’s concave belly, onto which the blonde girl feathered a series of slowly descending kisses. I’ve never even seen MINE before! I wonder what it looks like… “Keep those legs open,” she ordered the brunette as she stroked the girl’s inner thighs and moved her chin even lower.
“Oh, God, yes, please, do it!” Wendy was squirming, her chest heaving and her flesh burning beneath the blonde’s lips. She had managed to pull the tunic up to under her armpits, exposing most of her body to Chloe’s numb-yet-curious gaze, and the girl found her gaze drawn to Wendy’s stiff, erect nipples. They’re cute! she realized with a little start. They kinda look like mine!
Then her other-directed gaze dropped lower, and Chloe realized that, for the first time in her young life, she was staring directly at Wendy’s cunny. What the Hell? the blonde thought as she nuzzled the girl’s right thigh. THAT’S all it is? What’s the big deal?!? In her opinion, Wendy’s cunny wasn’t anything special – just a tiny little dark slit, about as long and as thick as a quarter on edge, nestled between her trembling thighs. It doesn’t look like anything, she added. How can something that isn’t there cause such feelings? “Get ready,” she heard herself say to Wendy. Ready for what? she thought nervously. “I’m gonna make you feel real good…”
“Yes,” Wendy gasped. She managed to pull her legs apart another half inch, almost thrusting her tiny, featureless slit into the blonde’s face. “Eat me, please, eat me!”
“Here it comes…” As Chloe watched on, her fingers slid up the inside of Wendy’s thighs until they were nestled on either side of the slit. She felt herself press in slightly and pull – and almost magically the brunette’s slit parted, and Chloe was dazzled by the gleaming pink flesh beneath her gaze! Holy… Wendy’s pussy was a brilliant, slick-looking bubblegum pink mass of flesh, almost shiny in the light of the rec room, a whorl of dense flesh swirling into a tightly-closed little hole leading deeper into the girl. At the same time there was a tiny little nubbin of flesh, about the size of a pencil eraser, perched at the very top of the slit. All THIS is hidden inside ME TOO?!? “Ooo, pretty!” she heard herself murmur.
“Please, eat me, please,” Wendy moaned, begged.
“Of course!” Chloe felt her eyes flutter shut, and for the briefest of instants she was actually annoyed that the Dark Force wasn’t letting her see more of the fascinating thing before her face. Wait, no, this is wrong, she was forced to remind herself as she felt her lips press against the tiny flesh nubbin – Wendy’s stiffening clit, she realized – and plant a tiny, gentle kiss. I don’t want this, I don’t want ANY OF THIS! STOP STOP STOP!!! Still, her body refused to respond, and she heard herself murmur in pleasure as her lips parted and the tip of her tongue snaked out to glance against Wendy’s button.
As Wendy gasped and jerked her hips with pleasure at Chloe’s touch, the blonde girl heard the others commenting on her lewd acts. “She’s really into it, isn’t she?” Dawn said.
“Well, she’s done enough of it!” Harper replied with a laugh. “She likes both boys and girls!”
“Aw, screw you, bitch!” Chloe was surprised at how easy and lightly the swear left her lips, but at least her words were tinged with lust-fueled humor and no malice. “Just for that, I dare you to finger my cunny!”
“Like you have to ask!” As Chloe turned her attention back to Wendy’s pussy she felt a pair of hands stroke her cotton-clad ass, the touch light and delicate for a moment before becoming firmer and more insistent, and then she felt Harper’s fingernails catch against the back elastic of her panties. She pressed her thighs together as the brunette worked the underwear off of her backside and down her legs, and once freed from her fabric prison she spread her legs wider, planting her knees firmly into the carpet below. At the same time she ran her tongue up Wendy’s slit, shuddering at the taste of little girl on her lips as she poked the girls stiff clit for an instant before rolling the nubbin under her tip. This is wrong I don’t want to DO this it’s not too bad… The blonde pre-teen was surprised at the unexpected flavor of the shy girl moaning beneath her – a musky, sour/tangy that tasted organic and exotic at the same time. I thought it would taste yucky, she mused as she tried to see past the splayed thighs and flat, little-girl belly filling her view. But it’s like some weird candy, or ethnic food, or something like that! She rolled her eyes to the right and arched her back, raising her bare backside further into the air as she shifted position and tongued the rough pink flesh just inside the slit. I’ve tasted worse, she concluded.
Her shift in position had the desired effect, and she could finally see some of what was happening around her. To her right Erin and Ashley were fully engaged, both of their lips locked together as they gasped hot, breathy moans into each other’s mouths while each simultaneously pumped two fingers into the other’s bare pussy. On the left she saw Missy seated on the floor with her feet apart and her knees spread wide, rubbing the crotch of her stained-wet panties with her fingertips, her brow furrowed with concentration and her forehead dotted with perspiration as she watched Chloe feast on the little brunette girl. As the blonde girl spied on, one of the twins grasped a handful of Missy’s hair and pulled her head back to kiss the redhead intently, her tiny hand sliding down the front of the redhead’s tunic to tweak one of the birthday girl’s stiff, hard little nipples. Behind her she heard a gasp – probably Dawn – as someone did something to someone else, but from her position she couldn’t see and the Dark Force would let her do nothing but lap at Wendy’s rapidly-drooling womanhood.
And then she felt a wash of hot breath across her bare and upturned ass as Harper leaned in. She graced Chloe’s cheeks with a light, delicate kiss as she stroked the insides of the girl’s thighs with the tips of her fingers. The blonde felt herself shiver as a low, languid warmth started to spread deep in her belly as the brunette’s fingers stroked her already-wet slit, and she murmured in pleasure as she squirmed her hips as Harper pressed inside of her – and the vibrations of her lips caused Wendy to gasp and jerk with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” the girl moaned, and she dropped one hand to the back of Chloe’s head and laced her fingers through the blonde’s hair. “That’s it, yeah, you’re making me so fucking wet, Chloe!” she whined, her voice a high-pitched nasally whimper of sexual need. “Don’t stop, eat me, I’m so close!”
Harper’s fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy, driving her wild with the sensations as her digits rubbed and scraped against the sensitive walls of her pre-teen fuck-hole, and Chloe moaned into Wendy’s dripping pussy as she felt the warmth in her belly rise even higher. This is wrong this is SICK but it feels sooooo goooood… Her hips were rolling furiously in time to the pumping, helping the little lesbian get her off, and with a tiny shudder of happiness she felt the shy brunette before her tense and press the blonde’s face firmly into her slit as she came, filling Chloe’s mouth with the musky salty-tart taste of little girl orgasm. The fingers in her cunt, the pussy against her lips, the sheer scent of wanton little slut filling her nostrils, finally sent the tiny pre-teen over the edge, and with a shuddered gasp she felt her womb undulate as she came. No no yes no yes no yes yes… Her emotions were a roiling wash of confusion as she twitched and trembled through the tidal wave of her orgasm, horrified at what the Dark Force had made her do but also warm and content in the wash of sexual satisfaction as she distantly felt her thighs spread wider and her hips roll forward as she hunched over and presented her spasming, sperm-ready womb to the universe. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered as her entire world shrank to her own tense, trembling body, the fingers in her sopping slit, and the succulent tiny pussy pressed against her lips. “Oh God… Oh fuck…”
Dimly she became aware of movement all around her, and she was startled when the oh-so-wonderful digits inside her pussy were yanked out. She whined for an instant at their loss, but then she felt a pair of large, strong hands grip her narrow hips tightly and a large, bulbous form press against her swollen, slick lips. They’re tired of waiting and they’re RAPING us!!! her refocusing brain screamed as the head pressed firmly forward and then forced its way inside of her. No no no no no…
At the same time the delicious pussy before her was yanked away, and she dimly heard Wendy squeak with surprise as the girl was dragged away from her lapping tongue. She tried to see what was happening but was stopped when her head was cruelly yanked up by her hair, and her entire field of vision was replaced with the somewhat pudgy belly and thick, throbbing cock of one of the men. A quick slap across her face brought her back to the present as he pressed his shaft against her mouth. “Open up, cunt!” she heard his gravelly voice order. Chloe sobbed but did as she was told, and she gripped the carpet pile tightly as the man shoved his way-too-big cock past her lips and onto her tongue.
Stop PLEASE stop… Her conscious mind teetered on the edge as she struggled to breath, struggled to move her body to escape the cocks violating her, but the Dark Force made sure that she could do nothing but take the punishment. The man behind her lunged forward, fucking her, pounding intoher with a wild, cruel abandon as he slammed his cock deep inside her aching pussy, each thrust punching the tip against her already screaming cervix. At the same time the man in front of her shoved his cock forward, forcing the little girl to open her aching jaw even wider as he lodged the thick head in the back of her throat. She gagged and squirmed in discomfort, but they fucked both her mouth and her cunny without regard to her desires… and worse, she felt other hands roaming over her body, tugging and ripping her fairy tunic, stripping her down to expose her sweat-slicked flesh, tweaking and pinching her hyper-sensitive nipples and slapping her flat ass and raking their nails down her tender flesh. And worst of all, her body responded as she pushed back against the cock in her pussy and slurped at the shaft in her mouth and shifted her arms a bit to give the groping hands easier access to her. Only her conscious mind was still hers, only her eyes were under her command, and she held onto these two things with a desperation bordering on the fanatical. She wished that she could die, wished that she could pass out or wake up or something to escape her torments, but there was nothing she could do. Don’t think don’t breathe don’t DON’T DON’T RESIST and it will all end…
And then she felt the guy behind her tense, and with a growl he pressed forward as far as possible, and with the tip of his prick firmly planted against her straining cervix he came, jetting blast after white-hot blast of thick, sticky, male seed directly into her pre-teen womb. At the same time the cock in her mouth was yanked out from between her lips with a wet, suctioning sucking sound, and the man pumped his shaft furiously as he held her head in place by her hair and splurted thick, ropy strands of jism onto her upturned face. Noooooo…. Chloe screwed her eyes shut as she felt the sperm splattering against her cheeks and lips, arcing across the bridge of her upturned nose, even as she felt her body shudder with a Dark Force-prompted mini-orgasm. What can I do…
And then with a cruelness and coldness that actually shocked her the men simply lost interest. The one behind her just pulled out of her spunk-sodden pussy with a wet slurp, while the one holding her hair simply let her drop to the floor. She gasped for an instant before she felt a new set of hands grasp her ankles and flip her onto her back. She blinked the jism out of her eyes and peered up to see one of the teenagers yank open her legs and lean over her, and she felt him slide inside of her with a single thrust. At the same time another teenager gripped her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, pinning her to the carpet, while a third tapped his cockhead against her puffy, burning lips and a fourth jacked off on her other side. She rolled her eyes as her mouth involuntarily opened to suck off another rapist, and she caught a quick glimpse of Missy kneeling in the midst of a group of five nude boys, sucking and pumping the erect cocks ringing her head as fast as she could.
This can’t last long, she thought, she begged, the hoped beyond hope. The teenager thrusting into her took only a minute before he too tensed and spurted inside of her, while the one in her mouth pulled out and deposited a second load on her face and the third painted her flat chest with his seed. They withdrew, only to be replaced by another three who took their turns… And then another three… And then two of the boys her own age… Over and over, one after another, in groups of three and four, the men and teenagers and boys each took their turns with Chloe, using her helpless, responsive body, fucking her, raping her responsive, helping, welcoming body, soaking her mouth and womb and body and face with their spunk. She felt dirty, she felt sticky and slimy, she felt as if death was her only escape…
It didn’t help her mind, but she did see that she was not the only girl suffering at the hands of the party crashers. Two of them, a man and a teenager, were violating Erin on one of the couches – and the little blonde girl seemed more than happy to be their fuck-toy. Snort! “I’m a piggy slut!” Erin whimpered, her words tinged with pain as she sank further down on the cock in her ass. Snort! “I’m a filthy piggy slut who needs more cock!” The teenager kneeling between her spread thighs pressed the head of his prick against her tiny slit. Snort! “I’m a piggy, I’m a piggy, I’m a AAAAAHHH!” The thing blonde girl cried out in agony as the man shoved his hips forward and tore into her, sinking all ten inches of his cock inside her pussy with a single thrust and filling her completely as she twisted in pain. “Oh God oh God oh God…” she chanted as both men began a rhythmic fucking of her lower holes.
Another replacement of spent cocks for fresh, and on her other side she saw Harper on the carpet a few feet away. The brunette’s face was a mask of pain as one guy forced her knees up to her shoulders, curling her body and exposing her fully to him… but he ignored her obviously already well-fucked little slit in favor of plunging his thick member deep into her ass. Chloe could hear nothing but a wet snuffling sound from her best friend’s nose, though, as someone’s younger brother made liberal use of her mouth, forcing his hairless four-inch cock between her lips as he held her head steady by pressing his hand onto her chest just below her throat. As the blonde girl watched in horror both man and boy tensed, and Harper flopped her arms weakly as the pair pumped their spunk down her throat and into her bowels.
She lost track for a few minutes as two boys elected to add to the growing pool of sperm coating her face, but when she could once more see properly all she saw was more vile sex. Dawn on her knees and Ashley on her back, their lips locked together as they whimpered and moaned, each getting fucked by a teenage boy… Wendy upright and wobbling as she bounced up and down on a prone man’s thick, glistening cock, while another stepped in close behind the pixie-haired girl and pumped gooey strands of jism into her hair, the back of her fairy tunic a sodden, sopping mess and proof that he wasn’t the first… Beth and Anna, nude and indistinguishable from each other, part of a roiling mass of arms and legs and cocks and asses and flat chests as five different guys used the closest hole of the nearest girl as a receptacle for their seed… The guy fucking Erin tensing as he came inside of her, and then pulling out and forcing the whining piggy-girl to clean off his cock with her tongue as her swollen cunny gaped and a huge glob of gleaming white sperm dribbled onto the front of the couch as it was forced out of her sweaty body by the shaft straining her ass… Harper sobbing as another pre-teen boy fucked her already well-used asshole, her face streaked with tears and rivulets of jism as it oozed down her cheeks and gobbed up her hair… And through it all, in the corner, The Darkness lurked, his gaze roaming from girl to girl, a satisfied energy radiating from his not-there form as the men used and abused the helpless little girls…
As a fresh teenage boy clambered between her legs and prepared to add his load to the huge pool sloshing about in her womb and puffing up her belly, Chloe locked eyes with The Darkness, felt his indifference, his amusement, his regard of her as nothing more than an object… and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Wha… Where did he go? He was simply there one minute, and gone the next, leaving nothing but an empty, dimly-lit corner. She lifted her head off the carpet and checked the other corners, checked the stairs, looked everywhere, and she couldn’t find him. He just simply vanished! she realized with a start as she felt the boy drive home inside of her with a vile-sounding, sopping-wet squelch, stretching her out easily as the slime between her legs made entry into her ravaged pussy effortless for him. And then…
Holy fuck I CAN MOVE MY HEAD!
Chloe screamed, a loud, piercing shriek of terror and pain and humiliation as she whipped her head back and forth. The control was gone, her body was her own once more! “Get off!” she shrieked as she bucked her hips against the boy atop her, “get off! Stop it!!!” She yanked her arms down, and felt one wrist slip free of her captor’s grasp as the sweat on her skin made her slippery, and with a sob she balled her hand into a tiny fist and began to beat at the teenager as he pistoned in and out of her aching pussy. The boy holding her down tried to catch her flailing limb, but she used his shifting position to yank her other hand free and he simply sat back on his heels, staring dully at the struggling girl. “Stop it stop it STOP IT STOP IT!!!” she howled as she slapped at the boy above her, raked her fingernails along his chest, clawed at his eyes… but he ignored everything. His hips bucked forward and back, each thrust sliding his too-large cock in and out of her, fucking her, raping her. He leaned forward and lay atop her body, pinning her fully to the carpet as she beat ineffectually against his ribs. “No! Get off me!” she begged, her voice growing weaker as the realization that, while she might be able to control her own body, the teenager inside of her was still far larger and stronger than she. “No… Please, don’t cum in me…” She turned her head to the side and breathed a great, gasping lungful of air as she felt him tense, her mind whirling as she sought some avenue of escape. “Noooo…” she whimpered weakly as yet another load of hot, sticky spunk was injected straight into her pre-teen womb. That’s eleven… at least… she thought dully as the boy grunted and she felt what seemed like a quart of male seed slosh in her belly.
Her chance came when he levered himself off her body and stepped back, making room for yet another hard cock. As the tall, thin man stepped forward to take his turn with her, she curled into a ball, kicked against his legs and rolled onto her stomach. The man tried to grab her but she twisted in his grip, her fingers and toes scratching for traction on the carpet. One feet, two feet, and she was past the kid who had been holding her wrists, slipping by him as he seemed to reach out in slow motion. She scrabbled to her feet and dashed for the stairs, her stomach roiling and her heart pounding, her ears filled with the sounds of her own gasps and her friends being fucked, her sinuses filled with the musky scent of man. And then she was dashing up the stairs, desperate to escape the sexual dungeon that the rec room had become. She glanced behind her one last time as she fled, and was horrified to see her hostess in the middle of the tortures. Missy hunched over a man, driving her pre-teen pussy onto his cock with wild animal grunts of lust, while another six men and boys stood around her, furiously jerking their cocks as they looked down upon the girl impassively. Her red hair was plastered to her scalp and neck with spunk, and her face was a gleaming, pearly mask. “I’m the birthday girl!” she bragged as she raised her face to the assembled males, “give me more cum! I’m the birthday girl, cum on my face more!” As the door to the basement slammed shut behind her, Chloe’s last sight was of one man stepping forward to grant the greedy girl her wish, and of Missy throwing her head back as she stuck her tongue out to receive it.
Chloe leaned against the basement door and sobbed with relief, pausing for a moment to wipe some of the spunk off of her face. I’ve got to get out of here, she thought as she flicked her hands at the floor, sending gobs spattering to the hardwood at her feet. I’ve got to hide! She turned… only to find Mrs. Murphy lain out on the kitchen table like some sort of banquet feast, held fast by another group of large, menacing men. The hyperactive redheaded woman struggled as one of her captors pistoned in and out of her grown-up pussy, and any screams of agony – or perhaps ecstasy – were muffled by the cock shoved into her throat. One of the men looked up, straight at the terrified blonde girl, and grinned an evil grin. “Looks like we’ve got another plaything,” he laughed as he nudged the guy raping Rebecca’s face and indicated the shivering child.
Fuck, no! Chloe squeaked in fear as two of the group left the table and Mrs. Murphy behind and moved, stalked across the floor towards her. Terrified, the blonde girl turned and dashed through the nearest open door, slamming the portal shut behind her. Plunged into darkness, she sobbed and tried to feel around her – rough-ish wood, cans, jars, cloth… I’m in the pantry! she realized. She dropped to the floor and felt around, searching for a nook, a cranny, a place into which she could crawl and die and never be found again. “It’s never going to stop,” she whimpered as tears began to cut through the patina of dick-slime on her cheeks. She found a small space in the back on the left, and she curled herself into a ball as she hugged her knees and sobbed. “It’s never going to end, it’s going to happen again, nobody understands, nobody sees, I can’t take it any more…” Please make it stop please make it stop please make it stop…
She heard footsteps outside the pantry, the heavy tread of the men causing the floorboards to creek as they moved closer. And then… they moved past, retreating back the way they came. Chloe held her breath, willing herself not to exist as she strained to hear, as the low murmur of muffled voices crept into the dark pantry. Another voice, higher-pitched… More low rumbling… A shouted, feminine “No!” and the sounds of rushing, pounding feet...
With a sudden fury the door to the pantry was yanked open! The terrified girl’s gaze was dazzled as light spilled into her hide-out – but only for an instant, as a figure darted into the room and slammed the door behind them! “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” a soft, feminine voice chanted over and over, her words tinged with a hitch and sob as she leaned against the door. “This can’t be happening, this can’t be real…” The voice was silent for a moment, and all Chloe could hear was the sound of heavy, rasping breathing, and then the figure spoke. “Is there someone in here?” she asked the darkened pantry in a soft, terrified voice.
“Don’t hurt me,” Chloe begged in an equally soft, equally terrified voice. “Leave me alone, don’t hurt me anymore, please…”
“Chloe?” The tiny girl heard a soft rustling, and with the flick of a switch the low-wattage bulb overhead sprang to life, casting a murky, dim light throughout the pantry. Chloe stared dumbly as Hanna stared back at her. Erin’s sister held one bruised forearm over her bare, rounded breasts, concealing them from view as her chest heaved, a crazed, terrified look in her blue eyes. Her normally calm, easy-going mien was gone, replaced with a panicked look that matched the pre-teens. “What the fuck?” the teenager asked. “Me ‘n Leila were delivering some pizzas, and when we walked in there were these guys fucking her mom, ‘n a couple of them tried to grab me ‘n they tore off my shirt… Oh, fuck,” she added as she laughed a short, hysterical bark of laughter. “Mr. Cosminio’s gonna fucking freak…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Chloe remarked dully in a voice that was filled with misery. “In a little bit, nobody will remember anything.”
“I know,” Hanna replied, “but Mr. Cosminio always seems to remember when I request a new shirt after shit like this goes down…”
Hanna realized what she had been saying, realized what Chloe had said, and visibly started. For her part, the tiny blonde girl stared at the teenager in astonishment. “You... remember?” she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
“You remember?” Hanna asked in reply, a shocked look filling her eyes.
Both girls stared at each other in shock for a few heartbeats…