Programming: Chapter 5 - Truths and Consequences

by The Pediatrician

mc; Mg; m+g; mf; bg; oral; nc; inc; caution

Chloe lounged face-down on the king-sized mattress, luxuriating in the sensation as the cool air washed over her sweat-slicked flesh. She shifted slightly, pressing her thighs together just a bit tighter as she squirmed into a more comfortable position, and she felt the wetness in her belly ooze just a little bit deeper inside her freshly-fucked womb. The sensation, combined with the knowledge of what the wetness actually was, made her shiver with pleasure, and she let a small smile curl up the corners of her lips as her heart beat faster.

Hey,” said a male voice softly, and she turned her head to see the john emerging from the bathroom. The hotel was like most of her pay-to-play stages – luxurious, well-appointed, and filled with all the high-end faux-comforts that the well-heeled traveler demanded. She was happy that he had bought her for the entire day and night, and she had felt herself growing wet the second he had opened the door that morning. Tall and handsome, with chiseled-good looks and a toned (if a bit skinnier than she was used to) body, he had treated her like a little lady. At first she had been confused and more than a little wary – What’s his game? she remembered thinking after he invited her in and fixed her a drink. She had sipped at her glass of scotch while he and she spoke, feeling herself relaxing in direct proportion to the alcohol seeping into her bloodstream with each passing minute.

His name was Piotr, and he was a businessman just transferred to the city from Amsterdam, he explained. He had yet to actually look for an apartment, or a house, or whatever – and in truth, he said with a smile, that particular item wasn’t exactly high on his list of priorities. Rather, he had decided that he was in the mood for little girl, and when he saw Chloe’s picture on the Butterflies website advertising her services he was instantly smitten.

Really?” she asked in a doubtful tone. She smirked just a bit, took another sip, managed to stifle the hard-alcohol face as the liquid burned down to her stomach, and fixed him with a pointed stare. “Out of all the girls up there, you picked little-old me at first glance?”

It wasn’t really a choice,” the middle-aged man explained. “You were the most beautiful one I saw. And,” he added as he shot back a smirk of his own, “you reminded me of my first love. So, yeah,” he concluded, “there wasn’t even any competition for you.”

Chloe actually blushed – blushed! – at his compliments, and cast her gaze down to her drink. He already knows he’s going to fuck me, and I’ll pretend to like it, she thought as she tried to regain her balance. What’s with all the fucking complements and kind words? “So, you weren’t really all that clear when you bought me,” she remarked, opting to grasp onto the business of her sex like a drowning girl clutching a life vest.

Invited you over,” he corrected.

The little blonde hooker stared at him for a good five seconds, her mind a whirl of confusion. “Right, invited,” she finally said. “Uhm, so, what exactly are you into? Daddy-daughter stuff, raping little girls, payment for mommy’s gambling debts? Bondage, anal, choking and slapping, what? It’s not that I have a problem with any of that stuff,” she quickly emphasized, “but I’d really like to know how I’m supposed to act…”

He made a little face, and she felt her heart thud in her chest as he turned to place his glass on the table between them and leaned forward. He was gorgeous, fatherly, with piercing blue eyes and tiny flecks of gray at his temples, and she shivered once again as he stared at her. “Actually, all that sounds like a lot of extra work,” he said simply. “Really, I want to get to know you. For example, what grade are you in? What’s your favorite subject?”

Is he for real?!? Chloe stared at him once more, searching his face for any hint of guile and subterfuge and, finding none, felt herself tense up even more. “Fourth,” she finally said. “And I like history,” she added in a slow, steady, measured tone.

They had talked – just talked! – for half an hour before he finally made his move, and even then it was rather tame… he merely just placed his hand on her bare knee, almost a foot below the hem of her short, slutty dress. They talked a bit more, and then he kissed her, and then talked more, and she became terrified at the growing calm in her heart. He was a Nice Guy, simply a sweet, respectful gentleman who just happened to be sexually attracted to her.

They finally made love – it wasn’t fucking like she thought, but actually passionate, primal, physical pleasure in each other’s bodies. He undressed her tiny, undeveloped little-girl form, stroked her prickly, trembling skin, played with her rock-hard nipples and her aching clit until she was wired so high that she almost came when his sweet-smelling breath washed over the back of her neck, and then she undressed him and Chloe gasped at the size of the cock dangling before her eyes. Long and thick, it grew even larger at her ministrations until it grew into a titanic shaft of meat easily as large as her forearm. She winced in pain as she lowered herself onto it, hissing and gasping as she forced inch after agonizing inch of his rod into her pre-teen pussy. But his attentions had made her wet, far wetter than she had ever been in her life, and while the pain was incredible her girlish-slickness helped her slide down upon him. And to her shocked amazement she came hard, far harder than she had ever cum before, merely at the sensation of his shaft bumping up against her cervix while one of his large hands gripped her narrow waist and the other stroked the side of her neck before lightly pressing down on her shoulder.

Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as she rolled her hips, a steady rhythm as she fucked him. Well, it was less fucking and more like impalement… he was so big, and filled her straining cunny so much, that she actually couldn’t move too much, but the sensation of the rock-hard shaft pressing against her innards made her hotter than she thought possible. She came again, and then once more, and then he rolled her over and lay atop her, his gargantuan form completely covering her tiny little-girl body, and it was his turn to set up a steady rhythm as he fucked her, each thrust like a punch to her guts, and she came again, and then he came, filling her pre-teen womb with warm, thick spurts of his male seed, so much stuff that the excess oozed out around his cock and dribbled down into her asscrack, and she felt a joy that she had not felt in years, if ever…

What?” she said in a calm, almost sleepy little-girl falsetto as she gazed at his nude form.

Piotr strode across the carpet to the bed, and her mouth watered at the sight of his pendulous cock swinging back and forth between his thighs. “It was okay that I came in you, isn’t it?” he asked as she slid back onto the mattress. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted it or not, or wished I used a condom…”

No, it’s fine!” she replied quickly… perhaps a little TOO quickly. Easy, now… “I’m okay with that, really,” she said a bit more leisurely. She rolled back onto her belly and smiled as he settled in behind her, his long form pressing up against her tiny body as he stroked her spine. “I don’t usually go bareback, but with you I feel okay doin’ it,” she lied.

Really?” His words sounded doubtful, almost dubious, and for a moment she thought that he had seen through her falsehood… but then she felt his hand slide down over her bare backside, and she wriggled her hips happily at his touch. “Well, I just want you to know that if you get pregnant or anything, I’ll take care of everything.”

Well, in THAT case…” Chloe rolled over onto her side, facing her grown-up lover as she slid her hand down to grasp his heavy cock. “I think,” she said as she graced him with a tiny, tentative kiss. “That you,” and another kiss. “Should fuck me again.”

Certainly!” The tiny blonde girl shivered in excited terror as she rolled onto her back once more and spread her legs, and Piotr clambered between her splayed thighs, and she felt the bulbous, fist-sized head of his cock pressing against her far-too-small slit, and she whimpered as





Okay, THAT was different, Chloe thought as she reread what she had just wrote. She gnawed on her lower lip as she scanned the written page, and then glanced at her closed bedroom door to make sure she was still alone. It was almost… tame¸ she added as she dropped the pencil onto her journal and slumped down in her desk chair. No stripping, no gangbangs, no hardcore porn while the cameras rolled. She felt a bit weird, a bit confused that her dream had been so vanilla in nature. The dream had been unlike any she had previously experienced, almost…

“Romantic?” The blonde girl wasn’t sure if that was the right word for it, especially considering that Piotr had actually paid her to spread her legs for him, but she couldn’t deny the fact that the dream was more emotional than physical.

Chloe sat back up and hugged one knee, her heel perched on the edge of the chair as she tried to work out some pattern to both the dream-sex and the real-world sex. She did feel a bit heartened – that Sunday, just before noon, she felt far more positive, far more anticipating the day than she had felt in as long as she could remember, and she let a small smile curl up the corners of her mouth as she felt her heart beat just a bit faster in excitement.

I get to talk to Hanna today!

When the pair had realized that they both remembered their violations in the pantry Friday evening, the freshly-gang raped little girl and the half-stripped teenager had been stunned. They had wasted precious time staring at each other in shock, letting the precious seconds tick away as each tried to wrap their minds around the fact that they had tripped over someone who understood their torments. Chloe had opened her mouth to ask the first of a million questions… only to have the moment pass. The sounds of sex outside the pantry had ended, and the sounds of two soft voices talking had replaced the grunts and moans and growls of lust. “Han?” Leila asked as her voice floated through the gap at the bottom of the door. “Where you at?”

“I’ve… got to go,” the teenager had said. Hanna crossed one forearm over her bare breasts as she stood up straight, and then grinned and let the arm drop, exposing her B-cups to the little girl’s sight. “Don’t know why I bother doin’ stuff like that,” she said quietly. “It’s not like anyone’ll notice my boobs hanging out for the rest of the evening.”

“I… Yeah,” Chloe crawled out from under the shelf, standing nude and exposing her jism- and sweat-covered pre-teen body to her new friend. “Should we… I mean, what should we do?”

“Just pretend like nothing happened,” Hanna suggested. “I’ll get a hold of you this weekend, we’ll figure out a way to get together and compare notes.” The teenager hissed through her pursed lips as she tried to settle her cocked baseball cap more fully onto her blonde hair. “There’s got to be something that’s causing this!”

They both slipped out of the pantry and rejoined the ‘real world.’ Mrs. Murphy bustled around the kitchen, totally oblivious to the fact that the only stitch of clothing on her was a bra tangled around her shoulders, while Leila stood nude from the waist down chatting with the hyperactive woman. “There you are!” the redhead said when Hanna reappeared in the kitchen. “C’mon, we gotta jet. I’ll be back late, mom, don’t wait up!” she added to the older woman.

“Okay, dear, drive safe!” Mrs. Murphy gave her daughter a hug, and Chloe tried not to shiver in revulsion as a glob of spunk transferred from Mrs. Murphy’s breast to the front of her daughter’s tee-shirt. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up to see Hanna staring down at her. The teenager gave her a reassuring look and a little squeeze, and then she too proceeded to act as though she wasn’t topless, that Leila had on her pants and that her mother wasn’t totally nude, and that Chloe wasn’t covered head-to-toe in pints of drying, cooling, sticky sperm.

The rest of the party had been surreal. The girls in the basement didn’t remember the orgy, were oblivious to the fact that they were nude, and didn’t even see the sweat and jism coating their pre-teen bodies. It took all of Chloe’s inner strength to force herself to imitate their innocence, but she managed to rejoin the gaggle and laugh in a fake manner and smile smiles that she didn’t feel and sleep in a sleeping bag as the smell of spunk and fresh-fucked little girl filling the room assailed her nostrils. For whatever reason, she didn’t dream.

The next morning everything had reverted back to normal. Her fairy costume was back, the smells and sights and remnants of sex were gone, and the world was back to the way it had always seemed. Her mother had picked her up early, dropping the little blonde girl off back at home as she jetted her way off to yoga (once more), and Chloe had spent the time furiously updating her journal. The rest of Saturday had passed in a blur of cleaning her room, doing chores, shopping with her mother, dinner with the family, and back into bed. No strangers insisting on raping her, no weird events, no throbbing, spurting cocks on bound and trembling female flesh – it was almost as if the orgy at Missy’s party had reset the world back to normal for a change. Hanna had sent her a short email, asking that the little girl meet her Sunday afternoon to compare notes. As she dropped off to sleep Saturday night she felt wary but somewhat relaxed.

The dream that night reminded her of her surreal reality, and when she awoke the next morning her mind whirled with confusion. She had gotten dream-fucked, of that much she was certain – but unlike the primal, physical, degrading nature of her other dream-fucks, this one was almost pure and reassuring. Does this mean that something has changed? Chloe asked herself as she furrowed her brow and stared at her journal. Is anything different from before? Her room was silent and proffered no answers, and the ten-year-old grumbled a bit as she realized that she had yet another mystery on her hands.

She leaned forward, pushed her journal off to the side, and woke up her computer. “I have to see,” she almost whispered to herself, willing her hands to move and her eyes to see even though the small, immature, little-girl part of her mind wanted just to run and hide. “I have to see what’s changed.” She opened her browser and typed… and in a heartbeat she was back at Cherrypickers dot com.

The site seemed to take forever to load, and with each passing second Chloe’s heart pounded a bit harder in her chest. When the home page flashed up on the screen – this time featuring a sweaty, moaning eight-year-old Asian girl named Nami riding a thick, hard, adult male cock while another was draped over her shoulder like a flesh-colored snake – she felt a twisting sickness in her belly. “I have to see,” she whispered again as she clicked and pulled up her page…

And there she was. Faux-Chloe’s ‘official cock count’ had risen to two, and her photo was of her, clad in the tattered remains of her fairy costume, stretched out on the carpet in Missy’s basement rec room as one of her rapists from Friday night plowed into her over-stretched pre-teen pussy. Wait, I KNOW I had more boys in me than THAT! she thought in outrage. She sat back and scowled as she tried to decide if she were more annoyed at the fact that she had been short-changed in the count or if she still couldn’t figure out how these recordings were getting out. A quick click on the newest film file, and she watched as faux-Chloe was fucked for a few minutes, willing herself to sit through the sight of her duplicate writhing and moaning and begging the strange man to cum inside of her. At the end she smiled for the camera, held up a pair of fingers, and boasted, “That’s two!”

“No, by then that was about fifteen!” real-Chloe hissed quietly in response. What the Hell is happening? she wondered. What are the rules of this thing? What happens when I reach one hundred? The questions swirled through her mind, a confusing mish-mash of terror and wonder and annoyance and dread. She scratched her ribs through her thin tee-shirt as she glared at the screen, her mouth curled down in aggravation. I just don’t have enough information yet! I need to get more!

With an almost violent motion she clicked on the mouse button and typed, searching the website for something, anything more that might give her some answers. According to the ownership information the site was based out of Los Angeles, owned by something called the Kazarinski Group – but when she opened a search engine and tried to find them, there were no responses. Dead end, she decided. A few more clicks and she was back on the individual pages, searching, exploring…

An hour later she sat back, stunned, as she stared at the latest page of her journal. They were all there, all bragging about their sexual exploits on CherryPickers – Harper and Erin, Missy and Wendy, Dawn and Anna and even Jesse Connolly, dozens of little girls, hundreds of pre-teens, each proud of what they had accomplished. She had clicked through them, forcing herself to watch as the twins, wearing matching lingerie that hid none of their undeveloped, little girl bodies, sucked off some stranger in a nondescript bedroom, each fighting the other for the honor of lapping at his cockhead… As Harper pulled aside her gym shorts and exposed her hairless slit to the camera, begging for her man to give it to her, to fuck her virgin pussy, to make her a woman… As a smudged and somewhat grimy Erin whimpered and sobbed as a fuzzy, out-of-focus guy dressed all in black pushed his thick, throbbing cock into her butt… As Missy gasped and whined, her elbows flapping helplessly as her bound wrists let her do little more than wriggle her fingers, as she forced her pussy down on a guy’s way-too-big thing while another pushed into her backside… As little redheaded Jesse knelt on the floor with her fingers furiously working her pre-teen cunny while half a dozen guys shot their boy-stuff on her face and flat chest, the eight-year-old redhead begging for more, begging to drown in the stuff…

Each girl has a count, she noted. Each profile had a little cherry icon in the upper right of their photo, boasting of the number of cocks they had pleasured – and Chloe felt a little bit of sick relief that, at least as far as her torments had been, her count was still so low. That Jesse Connolly sure is a little slut, she thought with a bit of sick satisfaction as she logged out of the site. Over ten guys? What a whore. She paused for a moment as a terrifying thought crossed her mind. Wait… Am I going to do that much stuff too? I hope not… She glanced at her message box, and made a face at the number of offers waiting for her. Well over one hundred perverted messages awaited her attention, but she just couldn’t face dealing with them that morning…

She closed down the website and opened her email – and felt her heart race in excitement as she saw the message waiting for her! As she had promised Hanna had written to her, asking to meet the little girl in the park behind her house at noon where the pair could compare the horrors each had experienced. Chloe smiled as she stood and had a little skip to her movements as she made her way over to the closet. What should I wear? she mused as she started flicking through her clothes, considering and rejecting each outfit in a millisecond as she clicked through the hangers. I don’t want to look like a little kid, but I just don’t have that much? A quick glance at her clock, and she saw that she only had one half of an hour – and she redoubled her efforts, eager to meet her girl-crush.

Fifteen minutes later the little girl clattered down the stairs, semi-happy with her preparations. A sassy little skirt fluttered around her thighs, short enough to show off her long, thin legs while still long enough so that any random breeze wouldn’t flash her panties to the world, while her slim torso was concealed by a pink spaghetti-strap tee-shirt featuring a tiny cluster of lavender flowers between her non-existent breasts that she believed to be the cutest thing she owned. A pair of wedge sandals completed the ensemble, and when she looked in the mirror she had smiled at the proto-sophistication she believed she displayed. Her blonde hair was brushed into a flowing cascade of golden, shimmering silk that draped over one bare shoulder, and she had snuck into her mother’s makeup supply and managed to figure out how to apply a little bit of mascara to her already long lashes, gleaming gloss to her bee-stung lips, and some blush to her cheeks. I look so good! she decided as she gave a little pirouette at the landing. Hanna will definitely think I’m just like her!

She opened her mouth to call out to her mother… only to have a pair of raised voices from the kitchen forestall her words. “I can’t believe you’re doing this!” Lisa screeched, her rage-filled words ricocheting down the hall and into Chloe’s ears like a sonic assault. “You’re such a bitch!!!”

“Lisa Laura Bauer!” Amanda’s voice shouted back. “Language!”

“I told you that my name is Persephone!!!” yowled the teenager in response. Even from the entry hall Chloe could hear her older sister stamp her foot in petulant frustration, the sheer force of her stomp causing the pictures on the walls to rattle a bit. “I will no longer respond to your conformist, bullshit labels any longer! And I AM going out tonight!!!”

“You are NOT!” her mother replied forcefully.

“You can’t tell me what to do!” shrieked the teenage girl.

“I am your mother! I most certainly can! And you’re grounded!!!”

Chloe lurked just outside the tiny connecting hallway to the kitchen, wondering if she should actually disturb her mother during this apparent time of familial crisis. She probably doesn’t have time to deal with me, she thought as she began to worry her lower lip – and then instantly stopped as the memory of the shiny pink lip gloss she had managed to apply relatively evenly sprang to mind. No… if she saw me like this she’d FREAK! “Mom, I’m going out!” she elected to call as she slid backwards towards the front door.

“What… Okay, be back in time for dinner!” Her mother’s voice sounded harried yet relieved, almost as if she were happy that she only had to deal with one of her problem children. “You see, that’s how a child should act!” the blonde girl heard her mother state forcefully. “Why can’t you be well behaved like your sister?”

“Do NOT compare me to that little suck-up!” Chloe actually started at the sheer venom dripping in Lisa’s voice as the teenage girl screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Do NOT raise your voice to me!” Amanda screamed back in return.

Chloe darted through the front door and quietly shut the portal behind her, breathing deeply as she tried to calm her nerves. “That’s bad,” she murmured to herself as she tugged at her proto-grown up attire, stepped off the front porch, and started to make her way around the side of the house. I’ve never heard them fight like that before, she thought, worrying her lip despite the gloss. She spared a glance back at the house just before she pushed though the small demi-forest separating her yard from the community park beyond, and actually debated for a heartbeat on whether she should go back to help calm the situation…

No, she decided. She stiffened her spine, tried to put the fight out of her mind, and plunged into the thick brush. This is more important… HANNA is more important! Just the thought of her new friend, and the mysteries that might be solved, sent a tingle down her spine, and she felt her mood lighten just a bit as she moved a little bit faster towards her date with destiny.





“… And then I could move,” Chloe said in a quiet, scared voice. The little girl hugged herself tight, almost willing her own arms to protect her shivering body from the horrors she had experienced, drawing comfort from just the telling of her truth. “And I managed to get away before the next guy could put his thing in me. Nobody else tried to escape, they were all into it, into all those guys putting their things inside of them, but I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t!”

“I believe you,” Hanna replied in a calm voice. The teen girl tightened her grip on the chains of the swing and pushed back slightly, standing poised for a second before pulling up her legs and letting her body weight move her forward in a slow, steady arc. “I don’t want that stuff happening to me either, but sometimes…”

“Right!” Chloe kicked off and started her own swinging motion, her body moving in easy synchronicity with her new friend. “I don’t want to either, but sometimes… Something just makes you do it!” She gave a little shudder and fell silent, letting her pendulum motion relax her a bit. “So then I ran upstairs, but there were these guys, and they were raping Mrs. Murphy – I think, she didn’t seem to be fighting too hard to get away – and two of them spotted me and started coming for me…” She shivered at the memory and planted her feet in the sand, almost willing herself to invisibility in order to escape her shame. “So I ducked into the pantry, and I was hiding, and then you came in.”

“Wow.” Hanna’s voice was filled with shock and sadness. “That’s… That’s awful. I don’t even know how you’ve managed to survive so long. I mean,” she continued as she too planted her feet and leaned back, “I’ve been having dreams and been… forced, to do some stuff too, but nothing like what you’ve been forced to do!”

“Yeah.” Chloe blinked back tears as she felt a warm comfort wash over her soul – just the act of telling someone, of being able to tell someone, of her torments had made her feel so much better! And what made her relief even sweeter was that it was Hanna, and that the teenager understood what she was going through. Still, she wasn’t telling her new, sympathetic friend everything – and for some strange reason, she felt that Hanna was holding things back as well. She wasn’t sure why, but she was holding back CherryPickers, and the emails, and The Darkness. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t tell Hanna about those things… rather, deep in Chloe’s mind she thought that her story was fantastic enough, far too unbelievable as it was, without the addition of the mystery website and the dozens of men offering to use her body and the strange observer at Missy’s party who wasn’t there. She just wouldn’t believe THAT stuff, she thought to herself as she bit her lower lip and glanced at the blonde teenager out of the corner of her eye. “I… There’s been a lot of stuff…” she said in a soft, quiet voice.

“I… I think that I’ve done lots of stuff too,” Hanna replied softly. Chloe glanced at the teenage girl and felt not only admiration for her courage at relating her story, but also a bit of wonder at how good she looked doing it. The second that she had seen her friend, the little girl realized in an instant that her attempt to make herself look older and more sophisticated had failed miserably, as Hanna’s effortless outfit and makeup combination made Chloe’s seem trashy. The sixteen-year-old tugged the hem of her a-bit-too-short belly shirt down once more, almost as if she wasn’t used to showing that much of her bare tummy and winking navel in public and was trying to get used to the idea of the white-with-flag-colored-heart covering just what it was supposed to cover and nothing more. Around her hips a knit belt was cinched to secure a pair of tight Capri-style jeans that came down her shapely legs only to mid-calf, and a pair of hippie-style sandals graced her narrow feet. Two tiny, jingly butterfly earrings made musical little tinkles every time she moved her head, and her makeup was as light and as subtle as Chloe’s was garish and amateurish. “I didn’t want to do any of it, but I just… had, had to do it,” she added as she worried the end of her blonde pony tail in her fingers, her gaze distant.

I wish I could wear that sort of stuff, the pre-teen girl thought with a touch of jealousy. The light flashed off of the golden charm necklace draped around Hanna’s neck that danced above her gentle mounds, and Chloe blinked the spots out of her eyes as she tried to focus in on the teenager’s face. She’s so pretty! “It’s like something took over and made you do it, and you were just riding along, right?” she asked sympathetically.

“Y… yeah,” Hanna replied. She worried her lower lip, a move so familiar that for a heartbeat Chloe felt as though she were looking at a future copy of herself, before the teenage snorted in a way that the little girl had never snorted before. “I mean, yeah, kind of,” she continued. “There have been… some times, back at the beginning…” The sixteen-year-old got a distant, haunted look in her eyes as she stared off into the distance, and with a shudder she managed to shake herself free from whatever nightmare she was remembering. “I think that I’m just like you,” she said quietly, her voice quavering a little bit. “It started with the dreams – I’d be doing something, and then some guy would hit me and r… He would rape me. And then I’d wake up, and everything would be normal. But it kept happening, and then…”

“And then it started happening in real life, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.” the pre-teen said sadly.

“Yeah.” Hanna’s voice was flat and emotionless, almost robotic as she continued her tale. “Around Valentine’s Day was the first time – I was in school, and then next thing I know I’m walking into the boy’s locker room. And there were three football players in the shower, and I took off my clothes and got in with them, and they…” She shuddered at the memory, and hissed a sigh of frustration through pursed lips. “They fucked me, one after the other, and I acted like I loved it, but inside I was screaming and fighting, but I couldn’t move.”

“Oh my God,” Chloe replied sympathetically. “That’s horrible!”

“Thanks.” The teenager flashed the little girl a quick smile, and then her face fell back into neutral blankness. “It started happening more and more, I’d be taken over and forced to do things I didn’t want to do. I started an affair with one of my teachers, even though the guy was old and disgusting. I went to a party and ended up fucking about a dozen guys. I’d be in the girl’s restroom, and I’d end up having sex with a couple of girls I knew on the cheerleading squad. Y’know, things like that. And then…” Hanna trailed off, and hugged herself as she shivered in fear. “And then… it made me do stuff. Really sick stuff.” She paused and looked at Chloe out of the corner of her eye, almost as if debating how much to share. “Stuff with dogs,” she finally said in a simple, matter-of-fact voice.

Chloe shivered herself and hugged her torso tighter. “Oh, that’s so sick,” she whispered as a look of disgust crossed her face.

“I know! But I couldn’t stop. Whatever this thing is, it wouldn’t let me stop. And after that… Things got worse. A lot worse.”

“I…” The pre-teen ‘s mind whirled as she tried to make sense of what she was hearing. “How… You had sex with a dog…”

“Dogs, plural,” Hanna interjected sadly.

“Dogs… So how could things get worse?!?”

Hanna bowed her head as she swayed back and forth gently on the swing, her face a mask of pain and humiliation. When she raised gaze to Chloe once more, tears streaked her cheeks. “Because someone recorded them, and they decided to blackmail me,” she whispered. At the little girl’s look of horror she bowed her head in shame once more and gripped the chains of the swing tighter. “Someone told me that unless I did what they said, they would send the videos of me and the dogs to everyone I know, and they’ve been… making me do stuff, now. I’m still having an affair with that teacher, but now I have to show up during lunch every school-day and fuck him or they’ll send it out. I have to do it every day, that’s what I was told. And I have to fuck a lot of other people, and they’ve hurt me and raped me and I have to pretend like I love it. Every weekend I have to fuck a bunch of animals, it’s sick and I don’t want to do it but I have no choice in the matter, I can control myself but they say that if I don’t do what they say they’ll take over and make me do it anyway and they’ll show my parents and my friends what I’ve done and I’ll go to jail and I can’t let that stuff get out…”

“Oh, Hanna!” Chloe jumped off her swing and gave her friend a sympathetic hug, and Hanna returned the embrace with a crushing one of her own as she clung to the girl. “That’s horrible!”

“I know!” The teenager sobbed as tears rolled down her face. “I don’t want to do it but I have to do it, I can’t let anything out…”

“Well, well, what have we here?” A deep masculine voice drawled in a guttural southern accent, his words dripping with mocking scorn, his snide comment cutting right through Chloe’s mind and sending a shiver up her spine. “A couple of little dykes?”

Hanna leapt from the swing, simultaneously straightening in defiance while pushing the little girl half-behind her back. “Conner!” she practically spat his name. “What do you want?!?”

Chloe peered around Hanna’s side, and felt another shiver of fear run up her spine. Five teenage boys – all tall, all muscular, and all with hard, cruel looks about their faces – lounged near the jungle gym next to the swings. Two were white, one blonde and another brunette, while another two were black and one had a dusky, swarthy look about him. I didn’t even hear them coming! the tiny blonde thought as she mentally kicked herself for not paying better attention, and she clutched the teenage girl’s hips tightly as she glanced behind the pair to make sure nobody else was sneaking up on them. Where did they come from? Are they Bad Things?

“Why, I missed you, you little cunt,” Connor – the sandy-haired blonde – replied with a laugh. His amusement was cold, almost sinister, and Chloe could feel a knot of terror forming in her stomach as she saw the predatory look in his… in all of their eyes.

“Yeah,” added in one of the black guys. “We wanna get our rocks off, ‘n Connor suggested you. He said you’re easy.”

“Quiet!” Connor glared at his henchman, and then turned his attention back to the defiant girl before him. “You know the rules, cunt,” he said menacingly.

“Yes, I know them,” Hanna said. Her words might have seemed defiant, but through her hands Chloe could feel just how scared the teenager actually was. Hanna’s body was trembling and the flesh on the small of her back was breaking out into goose bumps despite the warm late-May air filling the park. “I know what I have to do.”

“Good! Well, then,” Connor said with an evil leer as he waved his hand at the patch of grass separating the two, “what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off, spread your legs, and take your gangbang, you little slut. I’ve got plans later, so get your ass in gear.”

“This is taking too long,” the swarthy-skinned boy said impatiently. As the little girl felt Hanna start to sag before her as the defiant strength left her body, he asked, “Can’t we just rape the cunt? After all, you said she won’t tell, and if she tries we can just bust out her teeth or somethin’ so she can’t talk…”

“No!” Chloe had no idea where her courage came from, but suddenly a fierce anger welled up from the depths of her soul, and she was in front of Hanna, standing between the boys and the terrified teenager, her eyes blazing as she planted her tiny fists on her narrow hips and glared at the five. At her defiant shout the boys’ gazes were torn from the terrified Hanna and refocused on the pre-teen, and suddenly she felt a wave of terror wash through her soul. “Leave us alone!” she added in a voice not quite as confident as her shout.

“Well well well,” Connor remarked with a sneer as he pushed off the slide and slinked his way across the grass toward the girls. “Aren’t you a mouthy little shit? Is this your little sister, cunt?” he asked Hanna.

“No,” whispered the girl.

“Yeah!” Chloe lied, screwing up her courage and trying not to let the boy see just how afraid she actually was. “And you leave my sister the fuck alone!”

“Quite a mouth on her,” the other black guy remarked.

“I’ve got something that’ll shut her up,” growled the brunette-haired boy.

“How adorable!” Connor boldly strode up to the pre-teen and crouched down before her, his piercing blue eyes raking over her face. “And all made up like a little slut, just like her sister,” he added. He reached out a hand and stroked the side of Chloe’s face, and it was all the little girl could do to stand rigidly stiff and hide her fear as his palm slid down her neck, and then past her collarbone and over one tiny nipple. He gave a little twist, and Chloe bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain and shock as a lightning bolt of agony speared into her brain from her abused nubbin. Still, the cruel boy noticed her discomfort, and chuckled a dark, evil laugh. “And nice ‘n sensitive, just like her slut sister, too!”

“Leave her alone,” Hanna whispered fearfully.

In a flash Connor lunged up, pulled back his hand, and slapped the teenage girl across the face. The sound of his open palm smacking against her cheek and Hanna’s cry of pain made Chloe wince, and she shrank back against her friend, as the boy leaned in. “I didn’t give you permission to talk!” he hissed. “Now, just for that, I’m gonna fuck you so hard that belly of yours is gonna pop!”

“No, I’ll do it,” Chloe heard herself say.

“What?”

Connor stepped back and glared down at her, and the little girl reached back and clutched Hanna’s thighs, almost drawing strength from her friend as she gave the petrified teenager as much of her own as she could. I need to protect her, she’s all I’ve got! “I said I’ll do it, I fuck you guys,” Chloe said, her voice trembling. “Just leave her alone, and I’ll do what you want. Me, not her.”

“No,” Hanna begged softly as she clutched Chloe to her body.

“Don’t worry, sis,” Chloe said, maintaining the lie as much as she could. She looked up at Hanna’s face, and felt a tear fall from the teenage girl’s to her own as she smiled wistfully. “I’ve got this, I’ll take it this time.”

“Hmm…” Connor peered down at the little girl before him, his mind weighing his options, and then glanced at the four behind him. “Well guys,” he asked in a dark, menacing voice, “what do you think? Fuck a used-up cunt, or fuck a little slut?”

The four glanced at each other. “I’ll fuck her,” one of the black guys said with a shrug.

“Me too,” added the swarthy-looking guy.

“Sounds good to me,” said the other black guy. His face twisted into a cruel, evil smile. “I like hearing them cry.” The brunette guy didn’t say anything, but merely looked at Chloe hungrily.

Connor nodded in satisfaction. “Well, then,” he said as he turned back to Hanna, “it looks like you get to keep your pants on this time. But you’re still gonna blow me… It looks like I have to teach you that your mouth is used for something other than mouthing off.” He took several steps back and crossed his arms, a contented look on his face. “But just to show you who’s in charge, you get her ready. Strip her down!”

Chloe felt sick as she turned back to Hanna, but managed to find a steely resolve that kept her going. “Just do it,” she whispered as she placed a gentle hand on the girl’s forearm. “I’ll take it this time, for you.”

“I can’t stop,” Hanna managed to croak out. The sixteen-year-old stroked the side of Chloe’s face, and then dropped to her knees. “I want to grab you and run, but I can’t…”

“I know,” the little girl replied as she felt the teenager’s hands flutter down her body. “This is my choice.”

Hanna’s cheeks glimmered with tears as she curled her fingers and slid the spaghetti straps of Chloe’s top down over her shoulders, and then pulled the tee down her torso. The little girl shivered as she felt a breeze wash across her exposed body, and a tiny flash of embarrassment flashed through her soul as her nipples instantly stiffened. The teenager’s fluttering fingers stroked her bare belly for a moment, and then rolled the tiny skirt up around Chloe’s waist, tucking the filmy fabric into the top to expose her hips. The little girl started and shivered as the girl slid her panties down her thighs, and then she was exposed, feeling dirty and sick and humiliated and ashamed as Hanna grasped her shoulders and spun her back around. “She’s ready,” the teenager said in a dead voice.

Chloe felt her heart leap into her chest as she spotted the boys disrobing and got her first look at their cocks – large, long, thick slabs of meat, each seeming to dangle in her general direction. She glanced at Connor and saw his tool as well, a truly massive thing that almost seemed to pulse under her gaze as he hardened. “I’m ready,” she echoed in a whispered, shaky voice, trembling under the hungry gazes raking her exposed body.

“All right, then.” Conner stepped forward, and the little girl shrank back as he towered over her form. The blonde boy patted her head, and then his fingers curled into claws as he grasped a large handful of her hair. Ignoring Chloe’s yowl of pain, he simply yanked back, practically tossing her in the direction of the leering gang, while he stepped past her and towards Hanna. “They’ll take care of her,” she heard him say to the teenage girl. “Now hike up that shirt, show me those titties of yours, cunt!”

Chloe stumbled forward, but her forward motion was halted by one of the black guys who deftly caught her. She trembled as she looked up at him, and for a heartbeat he just stared down at her with a neutral, almost empty gaze… and then his face twisted into a cruel mask, and with a shove he sent her sprawling to the grass below. “Somebody hold her down,” he ordered as he pulled his shirt up over his head. She felt hands grasping her shoulders as the other black guy pinned her to the grass, his weight pressing down and holding her fast. The swarthy guy darted in and grabbed her ankles, pulling them up and bending her double until her legs were spreading as wide as possible as her knees were pressed into her armpits, exposing her hairless slit completely. “I’m gonna break this little slut,” the black guy snarled as he grasped his cock in his hand, giving a few pumps to prepare as he knelt below the little girl’s body.

“Just do it,” Chloe whispered as she shivered in sick horror. “Just get it over with!” She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what was happening… but then she felt the head of his cock press against her hairless slit, and she screamed in surprised pain as he shoved his way inside of her. His tool wasn’t as big as Daddy John’s – in fact, in her dreams she had taken far larger rods inside of her many, many times. However, this time she was unprepared, she was not aroused, and the pain in her cunny was intense as he pushed deeper inside of her.

“Fuck, this little cunt’s tight ‘n dry,” the black guy muttered as he strained. He pulled back for a heartbeat and then rammed home again, forcing more of himself inside of the sobbing little girl. “It’s like trying to fuck a vice!”

“That’s why I don’t like goin’ first,” the swarthy guy muttered in a heavily-accented voice. “It’s easier to fuck ‘em after they’ve had a few.”

“That’s why we call you Sloppy,” the other black guy laughed. Turning his attention to the sobbing little girl squirming under his palms, he leaned forward, smiled cruelly, and spat a thick, sticky glob of spittle onto her face. “Hey, bitch, let’s hear how much you like it!” he ordered.

Oh GOD this was wrong bad idea… “Ah! Oh, yes!” Chloe shuddered and yelled, trying to channel her pain into something else as she shouted the first words that came to mind. “Yes, fuck me! Ah! Ah!!! It’s so… AH! Good! AHH! Harder! AHHH!!! HARDER!!! SO GOOD!!! AHHHGH!!!” The pain in her pussy was sharp and hard, but with each thrust in and out of her the black guy forced her pre-teen body to respond and she found that the burning agony was evolving into a hot friction, and to her horror she felt her arousal growing. “Fuck me, I want to fuck all of you!!!” she screamed.

“Oh, she’s tight!” The black guy – I’ll call him First, a small part of her brain decided – humped into her, ramming his cock home with hard, rough, fast thrusts of his hips. Her hips were straining from the unnatural position of her legs and her pussy burned, feeling scraped and raw, but with each blast inside of her pre-teen body she felt an electric jolt that shot up into her brain. “Here it comes, you little cunt!” She felt his sweaty body tense on top of her, and then with a grunt he plunged as deep as he could, and a hot wetness filled her belly, and her soul sobbed as he came inside of her. “Yeeeaaaaahhhh,” he groaned as she shot his load inside of her, and one of the others snickered as she sobbed and screwed her eyes shut.

“Okay, now it’s MY turn,” the brunette guy declared.

“Fuck that, it’s MY turn now!” the swarthy guy – Sloppy – replied.

“Boys, play nice with your new toy,” she distantly heard Connor say. “Or I’ll take it away!” She turned her head and glanced over, and saw him standing behind Hanna, one hand pulling up her shirt and bra to expose her small, firm breasts while the other was wrapped around her neck. “See what’s happening?” he asked the miserable-looking girl as he grasped one tiny breast and squeezed, his grip tightening until he was crushing the wincing, whimpering teenager’s mound. “This is your fault. It’s your fault she’s getting raped,” he hissed into Hanna’s ear. “It’s all your fault.”

It’s NOT your fault, the little girl thought as First pulled out of her hard-fucked pussy with a wet, vile-sounding shlurp. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered softly, willing her words to travel across the grass and into Hanna’s ears… and then she felt the boys shift, and Sloppy knelt between her legs, and a hard, blossoming pain tore a scream of agony from between her lips as she roughly shoved his way inside of her, and his balls slapped against her ass again and again and again...

“Beg, you little cunt!” the other black guy – Other, she decided – snarled as he slapped her face and spat onto her lips once more. “Tell us how much you love it!”

“AHH! Yes! Yes!!!” Chloe willed herself to keep going, reminding herself that she decided to do it, decided to sacrifice herself for Hanna, to save her idol from some small measure of torment by taking it on herself. “Fuck me! Keep fucking me!!!” Sloppy didn’t say a word but merely just pounded his way inside of her, and the friction rose higher and sent her arousal up even more and she sobbed and writhed and took it, and then he too tensed and more wetness filled her belly. “Yes, more, give me more!” she begged, hating herself for the words she was saying but forcing them past her lips anyway.

“Fuuuccckkk…” Sloppy thrust – pounded – into her twice more, draining the last few drops from his prick into her pre-teen body, until he too fell back with a satisfied grunt. “Next!” he said with a cruel laugh as he slapped one little-girl asscheek.

“My turn!” Chloe blinked the tears from her eyes as the brunette guy – Him, she decided as she couldn’t think of anything else – took Sloppy’s place. When he slid into her there was almost no pain, and she realized with sick horror that both First and Sloppy’s jism had made her pre-teen cunny sopping wet. He too had no technique, but instead merely just pistoned in and out of her body with short, sharp movements, and she whimpered and sobbed as she went limp under their grip. I can’t take it I can’t do it please make it stop… Her gaze fell back on Hanna and Connor – the boy had pushed the topless girl down onto her knees and had his fingers laced through her hair, forcing her to suck him off. I HAVE to do it, she realized as Him tensed and deposited his seed into her baby-maker. I have to! For her! “Oh fuck, that’s good,” Him muttered, as he slipped easily from inside of her. “Tell us how good it is!” he ordered the trembling little girl as he grasped on tiny nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted cruelly.

“Ahh!!! Oh God it’s good it’s good stop please stop!” Chloe twisted and squirmed at the blossoming pain on her chest, and she felt the wet sloshing deep in her belly as she rolled her hips and squirmed. “Please stop it’s good I love it!!!”

“Yeah you do,” Him sneered with an evil smile. He leaned over her helpless body and spat in her face, adding his spittle to the slime oozing down her cheeks. “Okay, take us home, Jamal!” he added to the last guy.

Other – Jamal, his name is Jamal, Chloe thought – released her shoulders and let First take his place as he moved down to kneel at her ass. “You’ve had the rest, cunt,” he snarled as he pressed the head of his cock against her raw pussy. “Now take the best!” Ignoring her scream of agony he shoved his hips forward, bottoming out inside of her with a single thrust. He leaned forward and draped himself over her body, his weight forcing her legs back so far the little girl was afraid that her hips would break, and pummeled her body with his cock. Each thrust was a bruising blow against her already aching cervix, but Chloe could do nothing more than sob in agony with each blast. She turned her head and saw Connor forcing all of his cock into Hanna’s throat, and the teenage girl choked as she tried to hold his thick shaft between her lips. For her, she thought as she watched Connor smile and point his cell phone in gangrape’s direction, recording the little girl’s humiliation for posterity. For her… For her… The words became a mantra she repeated with each of Jamal’s thrusts, each pound against her bruised innards drawing the two words from deep in her soul. “For her,” she whispered. “For her. For her. For her.” And then with a roar Jamal tensed, and she felt her womb straining under the fourth load of boy-seed that was injected straight inside of her as he came. “For her.”

“How we doin’ over there?” Connor asked as he pressed the back of Hanna’s head, forcing the squirming, writing girl to hold his cock in her spasming throat.

“Doin’ fine,” Jamal replied. He gave one last bruising thrust, and then fell back onto the grass, and then the hands holding her down went away and Chloe rolled onto her side, curling into a quivering, shaking ball of misery as the boys lounged around her.

“She ain’t no virgin no more,” Sloppy added with a laugh.

I wasn’t a virgin before, dummy! Chloe thought. She hugged her knees, feeling the spunk from the four boys roiling around inside her body like a vile, disgusting brew, and whimpered as she watched Hanna’s suffering. I did it for her! she added. “For her…”

Connor let his cell drop to the grass and yanked Hanna’s head back, sending the teenage girl sprawling into the dirt at his feet. “Open up,” he ordered, and as Chloe watched Hanna slowly got to her knees and raised her face to him. Connor furiously pumped his shaft, and then with a shuddering groan he came, spurting thick, ropy strands of boy-stuff onto the sixteen-year-old’s face. The little girl could hear Hanna’s whimper of shame as he pressed his hips forward, and her tongue flicked out to lap the last few dribbles from the tip of his oozing cock. “Yeah…” the boy groaned in satisfaction as he gave two last violent jerks to his cock, and then he shoved Hanna back into the dirt with his knee. “That’s what you get, cunt,” he said as he leaned down over her. “That’s what happens when you’re mouthy.”

“Yes sir,” Hanna said in a quavering voice filled with shame. “I deserved it, I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you are.” Connor stretched and gave a sigh of satisfaction, and then nudged the teenager with foot. “Now go clean up that slut sister of yours,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir.” Hanna crawled across the dirt, onto the grass, making a bee-line for Chloe. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop!” she whispered as she knelt next to the little girl. “I can’t stop, it’s making me do this, I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay,” Chloe whispered back. As Hanna rolled her onto her back and spread her thighs, she added, “I did it for you, I know, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry!” Chloe trembled as Hanna leaned over her, bringing her face closer to her own, and with a light, delicate touch the girl kissed her. She closed her eyes, praying that the torment would stop, that the laughing boys would just leave them alone – but at the same time she felt a tremble thrill through her body at Hanna’s touch. The teenager’s lips opened and her tongue flicked out, running across Chloe’s parted lips, and then the girl was moving down, letting her lips trace a path down the side of the little girl’s neck, along her flat chest, across one stiff nipple, down over her flat belly and between her legs. The touch of the tongue on her flesh made Chloe gasp, and she trembled as the girl left a gleaming trail of second-hand jism along her body as she settled in between her splayed legs. “I’m sorry,” Hanna whispered as she peered up into Chloe’s face, her own a mask of gleaming tear- and spunk-streaked misery. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, and then her eyes locked on the pre-teens and she lowered her face, flicking out her tongue to lap at the little girl’s gaping, jism-filled slit.

Chloe gasped and twitched as Hanna ate her out, and for a moment she felt happy at the tongue of her idol worming its way into her pussy before she remembered that the sixteen-year-old was under the control of the Dark Force. “It’s okay, Hanna,” she repeated. Slowly, gently, she stroked the side of the teenager’s face, wiping some of the jism off the girl’s cheeks as she stared into Hanna’s stricken eyes. “It’s okay, I know. I love you, Hanna, it’s okay,” she repeated, not surprised in the least as her admission of adoration left her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Hanna sobbed. Chloe felt her pleasure rising as the teenager’s tongue worked her clit, and within a few seconds she was coming, her bruised and battered body tensing as wave after wave of pure bliss roiled through her sperm-soaked form. Dimly she was aware of her pussy undulating, sending twin steams of boy-seed flowing up deeper into her pre-teen womb and out past her swollen, rubbed-raw slit, but she didn’t care, and the little girl teetered on the edge of consciousness as her orgasm rolled on and on.

As she began to return to the present, she distantly became aware of her surroundings once more, of the warmth of the sun on her skin, of the feel of the grass on her back and neck, of the tall, beautiful teenager lapping at her quivering, drooling slit. “Told you they were a pair of lezzie cunts,” Connor sneered.

“You were right,” First replied. The little girl looked up and saw the boys pulling on their clothes, and as Hanna wormed her tongue into her hard-used, twitching cunny to lap at the pools of spunk still inside they turned and began to walk away. “See you tomorrow, cunt,” he added, although Chloe wasn’t sure if it were directed at her or at the teenage girl clutching her thighs as she feasted on her pre-teen pussy.

It continued for a few more seconds, the delicious feeling of Hanna’s tongue on her sex, until the boys left the park and vanished from sight… and then it was over. Hanna threw herself back, yanking down the front of her tee-shirt to cover her bare, bruised breasts as she spat off into the grass. “Oh, God, Chloe,” she sobbed, her face a mask of agonized tears as she hugged herself, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop, I’m sorry…” The teenager bowed her head as she cried, her slim shoulders shaking as the apology tumbled out of her mouth.

“Hanna, it’s okay.” Chloe slowly, shakily rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to her friend. Every part of her body ached, and each motion set up a sloshing in her belly that both revolted and fascinated her. “It’s okay,” she repeated as she sat on one hip and put her arms around Hanna, ignoring the steady flow of spunk oozing out of her cunny and coating her thighs. “It’s okay, I love you, I did it for you, it’s okay,” she repeated.

“I love you too, Chloe, I’m sorry, I love you,” Hanna replied as she clutched the little girl’s forearm and shivered in her embrace.

Chloe wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, drawing comfort from each other’s shared horror. But she knew that it was for a long time.



Was I really raped?

Chloe frowned as she pushed the vegetables around on her plate, her gaze distant as she tried to work through the questions roiling through her mind. Everything seemed distant, almost as if she were miles away, almost as if it were a movie playing on a distant screen and she was just observing. Around her flowed the chatter of her family, but the little girl was not part of it – her attention was still focused on that afternoon.

After what felt like hours, Hanna and Chloe had finally released each other. The teenager was miserable, and Chloe kept reassuring her that it had been her choice, that she loved her, that nothing had changed between the pair. Hanna had gone home, and Chloe had pulled her clothing back into a vague semblance of normal... but the evidence was there, from the grass stains on her back and backside, to the sweat-matted hair, to the sheer stench of spunk that seemed to emanate from her aching body. She had snuck in without seeing everyone, and let the water of the shower cascade over her for over an hour as she tried to wash away her shame.

I did it to save Hanna, she thought as she speared a something and chewed automatically, tasting nothing and feeling nothing. I volunteered. I didn’t want to do it, but I did it anyway… So was it rape? She just didn’t know. She felt a kick against her shin, and glared at her brother – again, almost automatically – as she shifted in her seat. The movement of her belly sent another oozing feeling down her cunny, and she scowled even deeper at the thought of yet another dribble of boy-jism leaking out of her rubbed-raw pussy and staining her clean panties. What would daddy think of me now? she wondered idly as the shame burned through soul and reddened her cheeks.

“Mommy,” she suddenly said as the thought occurred to her. “When is daddy getting home?”

“Hmm?” Amanda turned her attention from where she was glaring at Lisa and focused in on her younger daughter. “I told you, he’s getting back on Saturday.”

“But it’s Sunday,” Chloe pointed out.

“Right. One week, he’s getting back on Saturday.”

_Don’t you know what day it is, Worthless?_ Dylan sneered.

That’s not right! The little girl started as she remembered the promises of the past week, of her mother insisting that her father was getting back from Hong Kong yesterday. He was supposed to be back! Where is he? “Has he called?” she asked.

“Y… yes,” her mother replied, her unsure voice belying her words. “I talked to him on Friday. He said he’s almost done, and he’ll be home on Saturday.” Her mother frowned and peered closely at Chloe. “Are you feeling all right?” she asked. The woman leaned over and placed the back of her hand against the pre-teen’s forehead. “You look a little sick.”

I just fucked four high-school boys in the park, I can’t remember the last time I talked to daddy, something is making me have sex and I’m ONLY TEN YEARS OLD AND TWENTY GUYS HAVE ALREADY FUCKED ME OF COURSE I’M SICK!!! she raged silently. “I don’t feel too good,” she admitted weakly.

_Probably got a look at your own face,_ Dylan sniped.

_Fuck off!_ Chloe snarled back.

“Mmm.” Amanda held her hand to the little girl’s face for another moment, and then sat back. “You might be coming down with something. Well, we’ll put you to bed after dinner and see how you feel later, okay?”

“Okay, mommy.” None of this makes any sense! The little girl scowled as she pushed the featureless, unremarkable food on her plate with her fork, her gaze distant as she tried to work through the inconsistencies in her mind. I KNOW mommy said that daddy was coming home yesterday! Where is he?!? She felt another impact against her shin as her brother kicked her under the table once more, and when she looked Dylan grinned at her. Is this one of the Bad Things? she mused as she stuck her tongue out in response. Was what happened in the park one of the Bad Things? I did that on my own, I could move and talk, but I really didn’t





“… mommy.” Chloe turned her gaze from the closing door and rolled over onto her side, pushing the thick book about a boy wizard onto the floor and luxuriating in the warmth of her bed as she smiled…

Stop! The young girl froze as she become aware of her surroundings, and felt her heart start to pound in her chest as a cold dread filled her soul. I was in the kitchen! It was dinner… how did I get here?!? A shiver ran up her spine and a sick feeling filled her tummy as she realized that something had happened – something bad.

Okay, stay calm. Think. She rolled over onto her back, trying to ignore the aching in her joints from that afternoon’s torments, and peered around her bedroom. Everything looked normal, from the cluttered desk to the half-full hamper to the small girly touches that were entirely her own – but as her gaze slid across her bedside table and alit upon her clock, she felt a tiny jolt. It’s ten! I’ve lost four hours!!! “How did this happen?” she whispered to herself as she rolled onto her side and curled into a tiny ball, her bare arms hugging her knees tightly as she felt the sting of tears start in the corners of her eyes. She wracked her brain, tried to remember something, anything of that evening… and found that she could not, there was nothing there, that her existence had just jumped from dinner in the kitchen to being in bed. “How could I just lose four hours?!?” she asked the universe, her voice quavering as panic seized her soul and her thoughts skittered about like terrified hamsters looking for a safe place to hide.

As usual, the universe declined to answer her question… but something else did occur. Chloe started and gave a tiny squeak of shock as she heard a musical tone echo near her head, a sound both familiar and strange at the same time. She sat bolt upright, letting the sheet and blanket fall from her form as her head darted back and forth, searching for the source of the tone. It sounded again, and she turned and leaned over, her eyes scouring her nightstand. Once more, and with trembling fingers she pushed her clock aside and found it…

A small, simple, rectangular cell phone.

What… “Where did this come from?” The pre-teen stared at the phone, dumbfounded as she stared at the device. It’s not mine, I don’t have a phone, she thought. I don’t remember picking one up, where did it come from?!? The phone chimed again, the small screen lighting up and demanding her attention, and with trembling fingers she reached forth and picked it up…

The phone chimed again and vibrated in her hand, and with a flick of her thumb turned it on. She felt her heart skip a beat as she stared at the screen – the wallpaper had been pre-set, a photo of her from that afternoon, standing in the park, nude, her arms crossed over her bare chest and groin, her head bowed in shame, humiliated as she withered under the leering gaze of the boys who were preparing to rape her. At the bottom were a set of four icons, and she saw that a text was demanding her attention. Willing herself to move, she called up the message and held her breath and read…

Welcome to the game.


“What game?” she wondered aloud. Is it one of the boys from today? she wondered. “I don’t want to play a game,” she whispered as she felt a sick fear welling up from the depths of her soul.

The phone chimed and vibrated once more, and she called up another text.

You have no choice. You belong to the game now.


“How… Are you watching me?” Chloe felt prickles of sweat wash across her skin, and she tugged the sheet up to her neck as she wildly searched her bedroom, her head darting back and forth, her long hair whipping about her shoulders as a wild look of terror filled her eyes. Another text…

We see everything. You belong to the game now.


And another…

You could have stayed out. You could have just taken what we had planned for you. You could have remained helpless.


And another…

Getting raped every so often wasn’t so bad, was it? We made sure you came each time. You liked it, didn’t you?


And another…

But you had to interfere. You had to get involved. And now it’s too late. You belong to the game now.


And another, one that hit her like a fist to her tummy…

You will obey.

“Or else what?” she whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks.

The phone was silent in her hand for a few moments, and then the screen lit up. Chloe stared, horrified, as she watched herself laying on the grass of the park, her thighs splayed wide and her ankles pressed into the grass on either side of her head as one of the boy-rapists clambered between her thighs. “AHHGH!!!” the girl in the video – herself – screamed in agony as he roughly shoved his cock into her tiny, unprepared cunny, and her ten-year-old body squirmed and writhed as he forced his thick shaft deep inside of her. “Fuck me, I want to fuck all of you!!!” She felt her tears matching the girl’s on the screen as the teenager humped into her, fucking her, raping her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat, while she pretended to like it…

Obey. Or this goes out to everyone you know. And they will finally see you for what you are.


“No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible and filled with terror. “Please, don’t…”

Another text…

Then obey.


Chloe sobbed as she realized that she had no choice in the matter , that she did indeed have to obey – that the rules governing whatever she was going through had changed when she took the initiative to save Hanna. “I’ll obey,” she managed to choke out, the words tasting like ashes in her mouth.

The phone was dark and silent for a few more heartbeats, and then another text…

Good. Now get out of bed and take off your clothes.


“Please, I don’t want to…” she began to whisper – and almost instantly she sensed a wave of forceful anger emanate from the phone in her hand. Her entire body stiffened as the Dark Force took over, and Chloe was helpless to stop herself from dropping the phone onto the bed, throwing back the covers, and slipping off of the mattress. She sobbed as she grasped the hem of her nightie and slipped it up over her head, dropping the filmy lingerie onto the floor at her feet in a messy pile, and then moaned in humiliation as she grasped her panties and slid them off of her hips and down her skinny legs. “No, please, I’m sorry, let me go,” she begged…

… And just like that, the Dark Force was gone and she could move again. She heard another chime, and with a shaking hand she leaned over and called up the message…

You will obey. Or you will be made to obey.


“I’ll obey,” she said softly, sadly. She shivered as the cool evening air washed over her nude body, and instinctively she crossed a forearm over her stiffening nipples while crossing her thighs in an attempt to hide her shame from the world. “I’ll do what you say, just don’t control me…”

Good. Now, go into Dylan’s room. You’ll know what to do when you get there. Use your mouth.


She felt herself moving almost robotically, the entire scene surreal and feeling like she were watching someone else perform, as she dropped the phone back onto the bed and turned. Her legs trembled as she moved her wooden limbs and shuffled across the carpet, turned the doorknob, and stepped into the hallway. The hall was dark, lit only by the illumination of the nightlight in the bathroom and by a sliver of light beneath the door to her mother’s room, but she barely noticed these things as she forced her shivering body down to her brother’s door. I can’t do this I MUST do this I want my mommy… Her mind was a whirl of thoughts as her sanity teetered at the edge of madness and her pulse thundered in her ears, but she willed her hand to reach out, to grasp the doorknob, to turn and push, and then she stepped in…

It was dark, but even in the darkness she could make out enough detail to the messy boy-den before her. Chloe had seldom found a reason to go into her brother’s room, and she wished for a moment that she were back in her days of innocence. Clothing was scattered haphazardly everywhere, the carpet felt gritty under her bare feet, and a weird, musky boy-stink seemed to fill her nostrils. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and stopped herself from fleeing, holding a mantra in her mind to keep her in place. I must obey I must obey I must obey or THEY’LL MAKE me do it anyway…

Her eyes fell upon the bed against one wall, and as she stood there she became aware of her brother. Dylan was under the covers but he was not still… in the dim light she could make out the tenting in the middle of the sheet, hear the whuffling of his breathing, sense his short, sharp, furious jerks as he did – something – in the dark of the night. He’s touching himself! the little girl realized with a start. A wave of disgust washed over her, but she forced herself to take a step forward, intent on keeping control. Slowly, her body shaking more violently with each step, she moved across the carpet, each footfall harder to force out of her than the last, until she stood over the bed, feeling as if she were about ready to pass out from the sheer shame and terror she felt…

He was so intent on his ‘work’ that Dylan didn’t even notice her for a few moments, but with a suddenness he stopped masturbating and stared up at Chloe. “Wha… What the fuck?!?” he said quietly in a confused voice. Switching to their twinspeak, he scowled at his sister and snarled, _Get the fuck out of here!!!_

The blonde girl didn’t respond, but instead reached out with a trembling hand to grasp the sheet. Must obey must do it I have no choice oh GOD THIS IS SO SICK… Wrapping her forearm even tighter around her ribs to conceal her body from his gaze, she pulled down the sheet, each inch revealing more of her brother’s nude body, until she had pulled it down to his thighs. Dylan just lay there, his hard gaze almost glittering in the darkness as he watched her slowly kneel on his bed, her attention focused on…

Oh my GOD it’s his DICK!!! Chloe stared, almost hypnotized, by the sight of her brother’s hard cock. It was smaller than those she had serviced before, but still the sight of the seven-inch flesh-shaft jutting accusingly at her filled her with terror. It’s his dick I’m looking at his DICK THEY want me to touch my brother’s dick…

_You like what you see?_ Dylan asked with a smirk. He let his hand drop from his shaft, moving both to the back of his head as he raised his hips a little, a move that caused his cock to bounce a little bit. _You wanna suck me off, sis?_ he offered as he waggled his hairless boy-thing in her face.

Chloe didn’t respond, but instead just leaned in closer. She could smell him, a musky, unwashed family-boy smell filling her nostrils, as she lowered her face. I have to I have to I have to… She reached out and grasped his cock with her hand, her grip light and trembling as she willed herself to bring her face even closer. Just do it get it over with getitoverwith oh GOD… She flicked out her tongue, running it across his drooling piss-slit in a quick motion, and heard him gasp as he twitched under her touch. The salty-sour taste of his pre-cum washed over her taste buds and she felt her gorge rising, but she forced herself to continue. Another flick, and another, and then she rolled her tongue around his cockhead, tasting her brother in her mouth as she started a slow, gently pumping motion with her fist.

_Oh fuck, Worthless,_ Dylan muttered. _You suck cock like a pro!_

If you only knew… She felt her mind detaching and allowed herself to drift off, to just float away, and she tried to think as she let her body move on autopilot. If I obey then I can control my body, she mused as she snuggled in closer, half-laying across his flat boy-belly as she opened her jaw wide and slipped the head of his cock between her lips. I have no choice, so if I obey then I can at least move. She heard herself murmur happily, drawing on her dreams and her real-world experiences, as she wriggled her bare backside and suckled at her brother’s rod. Just get it over with…

And then she felt a flutter against the back of her thighs, and with sick horror she felt Dylan’s fingertips press against her pre-teen slit. She squeaked around the cockhead in her mouth as his digits ran up and down her white-hot pussy, and hunched her back as she felt him press inside of her. She moved her tongue faster, increased the tempo of her pumping, as her brothers twinned fingers pushed past the tight, twisted whorls of her inner pink and deep into her hard-used, still-raw pussy. Oh GOD I’m getting wet! she realized with horror as her hips started to roll of their own account the moment that she felt his digits curl inside of her and rub against a particularly sensitive spot. I AM worthless.

It all happened at the same time in a massive rush… Chloe felt the roiling wave of sexual pleasure rise higher and higher in her pussy as her brother pushed deeper into her slick pussy, while Dylan’s legs tensed and he pushed his hips up, forcing his cock fully into her mouth, and she clutched his hips with her hands to hold him in place. With a groan/snarl he came, jetting spurt after spurt of his little-boy seed past her tongue and into the back of her throat, and she choked a bit as she furiously swallowed his sperm. At the same time her tight cunny spasmed and clenched around his fingers as her cervix twisted and opened deep within her belly, and the combination of the spunk sliding down her windpipe to pool in her belly, the taste of her own brother on her tongue, and the squirming fingers worming inside her sex sent the little girl over the edge. Her consciousness swam as dark spots filled her eyes, and Chloe was helpless to do anything but shudder through the humiliation twisting her tummy as her pre-teen body betrayed her will and with a shame-filled whimper the blonde girl came …

Slowly she felt herself returning to the present. Dylan lay underneath her, his cock still lodged between her lips, his rod throbbing slightly as it pumped a few more last drops of boy-stuff onto her tongue, while his finger were still lodged in her throbbing, hot pussy. _Fuck, Worthless,_ she distantly heard him say with a sneer. _If I knew you were this good I woulda fucked you years ago!_

Chloe felt him pull his fingers out of her, revolted at the wet slurping noises that her cunny made at the motion, and felt tears sting the corners of her eyes as she let his cock fall from between her lips. She closed her thighs tightly and slid off the edge of the mattress, kneeling next to Dylan’s bed as she tried not to cry. _I…_ she stammered. _Did you…_

_Okay, now get the fuck out,_ he said dismissively as he rolled over. _I wanna go to sleep now. I’ll fuck you tomorrow, Worthless._

The blonde girl knelt on the carpet, feeling her freshly-fingered, drooling pussy closing back up as her tears rolled down her cheeks. This DIDN’T happen, she insisted as she staggered to her feet and moved back into the darkened hall. The shame of her nudity, the horror of what she had just done, the sheer vile taste of her brother in her mouth all threatened to overwhelm her sanity, and she had to pause with one hand against the wall as the hallway tilted around her. She stared dumbly at the crack of light under the door to the master bedroom, hearing the muffled buzzing of something from behind the portal, wishing that she could just walk in and cry and tell everything and have her mother hold her and fix everything… but she instinctively knew that the Dark Force would not let her, and that she would be forced to do very, very bad things if she tried.

“I don’t want to do it,” she whispered, an agonized hitch in her voice causing the words to rattle in her throat. “I don’t want to obey.” But she knew that she must, that she had no choice, and she pushed off the wall and made her way back into her own bedroom. Her refuge seemed a bit darker, almost as if it were rejecting her because of what she had just done semi-willingly, and she shivered as she bent over and grasped her underwear, wishing nothing more than to get redressed and crawl under the covers and sink into darkness and never wake up again...

She froze, her wadded up panties gripped in her hand and bent at the waist, as the Dark Force paralyzed her in mid-motion and the phone on her bed chimed once more. With trembling fingers she felt herself lean over and thumb the screen, trying to make sense of the swirling words before her eyes.

No no… You aren’t going to be wearing panties ever again.


“Please…” the shivering blonde girl whispered. The phone was silent in her hand for a few moments, and she felt a brief, abortive surge of hope as the Dark Force released her back to her own control, only to feel crushing defeat when the screen lit up once more and the texts came one after another, each a textual assault to her mind.

Here are some rules to start…

No panties. Ever. No pants. Ever. Skirts and dresses only.

No birth control. Ever.

You keep this phone with you at all times. Disobey or lose it and you’ll be punished. Obey every message you get, without question. Or you will be punished.

You will get Dylan off at least once per day, without question. His pleasure is far more important than yours, so do whatever he commands.


“But how can I?” she asked as her heart raced and panic filled her imagination. “People will find out, my mom would kill me! I might get pregnant, it’s so sick! Please, no…”

That’s your problem. Remember…


The screen flashed, and she was staring at herself from just minutes earlier. Her flesh was slick with sweat, her hair a tangled mess, and her eyes rolled so far into the back of her head as she orgasmed around her brother’s squirming fingers that only the tiniest little arc of blue was visible. Dylan’s cock was in her mouth, and as the horrified girl watched a thin dribble of his boy-cum oozed from the corner of her suckling lips and down her chin as she moaned in orgasmic pleasure.

We have lots of things to show your friends and family.


“Why are you doing this to me?” Chloe sobbed. She found herself moving like a zombie as the Dark Force took control once more, stepping over her crumpled nightie and clambering nude onto her mattress. “I didn’t do anything to you,” she added as she slipped into bed and placed the phone back on her nightstand, leaning the rectangle so that she could see the screen from her pillow.

Because we can.


“I hate you,” she whispered. She felt sticky, slimy, dirty… she felt as though she was becoming a pervert, a tiny little whore, and that there was nothing that she could do about it.

We don’t care. We’re in charge now. You chose this.

Now go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow. Lots of people for you to do, lots of things to shove into your pussy.


“Please…” she begged one last time. She could feel the Dark Force in her room, feel it standing just out of her sight, feel its gaze piercing the sheets and sliding over her body like a molester’s touch. “Please…”

The screen lit up once more.

Oh, we’re going to have so much fun with you…

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