The moonlight gleamed off the ocean, casting the porch of the bungalow into fully-lit splendor as Chloe walked along the beach. She couldn’t hear what was happening, but she didn’t need sound to tell what was occurring… the grown man slouched down into the cushions of the wicker chair, fully nude, his legs spread as a tiny brown form knelt between his thighs and sucked his cock made it perfectly clear. “She is just going nuts there, isn’t she?” the tiny blonde said quietly as she watched the tangled mass of jet-black hair furiously bobbing up and down in the man’s lap.
“Well, that’s what this place is best known for,” Piotr said with a smile. “Native girls with an insatiable lust for spunk.” The billionaire stepped close behind the little girl, running his fingertips along the side of her neck and down over her shoulder, eliciting a tiny shiver of pleasure from her pre-teen body. “Jealous?” he asked.
“Hardly.” Chloe gave a tiny snort of derision as the girl on the porch yanked her head back, and the POP! of her mouth being pulled off the man’s cock was audible over the roaring surf even at their distance. The six-year-old native stood, the moonlight shining on her sweaty, dusky skin as she clambered up onto the man’s lap, her thighs spread painfully wide as she rubbed her sex on his large rod. “Oh, she has some talent, but she should use her hips more, move around a bit more.” A corner of her mouth quirked up in wry amusement as the little girl pressed herself down, threw back her head, and almost sobbed in pain as she forced herself down on the thick, bulbous head of the tourist who had rented her. “Although I have to give her props for actually taking that whole thing,” she added as inch after thick inch of grown-up cock vanished inside the girl’s pre-teen pussy.
When Piotr had suggested that she accompany him on his business trip, Chloe had been thrilled. A vacation with her boss/lover who had the juice to get what he wanted and the power to stifle any complaints, to a tropical island that he owned, all expenses paid? She hadn’t even hesitated… and within twenty-four hours the pair had been winging their way on his private jet over the Pacific. She had shown her appreciation by fucking him for over two hours, alternating her mouth and cunny on his massive tool, taking his seemingly-endless spunk inside her womb and her down her throat before wrapping things up just before they landed by forcing her screaming asshole down onto his rod and taking one last blast straight into her shitter. The little girl forced herself to hide her small smile as her lover actually staggered down the stairs to the tarmac below, a testament to her sexual skills. Of course, she worked hard to hide her unsteady legs… she couldn’t let him think that he had won after all, could she?
The island itself was paradise – warm tropical breezes blew across brilliant white sand that flowed down to glimmering blue water, toucans and parrots cackled and flew from palm tree to palm tree, and a delicate, flowery scent of island flowers filled her nose whenever she took a deep, cleansing breath. One end of the island was a small urban center filled with hotels and shops and clubs and restaurants, all geared towards encouraging a tourist to part with their currency of choice, while the rest was a series of small, secluded bungalows designed to give privacy and intimacy at the same time. The natives were friendly, their teeth shining brightly whenever they smiled, and they seemed genuinely happy to see anyone who was a visitor to their little slice of heaven. But best of all (at least in her mind) there was no age of consent on the island… and the thing that impressed her the most was the fact that every girl under the age of twelve had a thriving, lucrative career selling her body for as much as she could gain from the tourists. And except for taxes, they got to keep all the cash.
Oh, I so want to live here! she thought as Piotr made arrangements for their luggage to be transported to his private villa on the tip of the island, and then he watched in amusement as Chloe bounced from one intoxicating sight to the next, the ten-year-old seeming to flit like a hummingbird as she tried to soak up as many of the sights as possible in an instant. As for the little girl, she was an object of fascination to the girls of the islands and more than a few of the grown men and women on the bustling streets. Tourists would stare at her hungrily, and whenever she passed by clusters of pre-teen island hookers started and whispered and pointed at her. She wasn’t sure what was going on… until she saw a theater marquee that boasted her name in foot-high letters, and she realized that here on the island she was a superstar.
She so wanted to drag him off into an alley somewhere and show her appreciation in the proper way… but Piotr was quick to remind her that this was a working vacation, and that he not only had several meetings regarding island business to attend but that he also planned on scouting a few locations for some upcoming films. “Why don’t you go have some fun?” he suggested, leering as he paid special emphasis to the last word, his tone making it clear just what he believed she would do. “The pool at the hotel is always good for finding… wholesome entertainment.”
She didn’t have to be told twice… and after a quick change from her street clothes into the skimpiest, sheerest bikini that she owned (little more than three tiny triangles of silky fabric held together by floss-like strings) she had made her way to the pool. It had taken her less than five minutes to find her first clients – a group of ten rabid Chloe-the-Porn-Star fanatics from Japan who insisted that they give her all their money for a chance to be with the object of their desire. Two hours in their hotel suite, ten hard cocks cycling through her mouth and her hands and her asshole and her pussy, twenty-five doses of sticky male seed inside and on her body, and she was twelve thousand dollars richer. “Holy crap,” she whispered as she dropped the stack of money in her rented locker. “This so beats the mainland!” A quick clean-up and she was back at the pool.
She worked the place for four hours, alternating between paying johns who all wanted a piece of the little blond hooker and groups of pre-teen island girls who were all worshipful, all mostly naked, and all possessing a rather fluid sexual orientation. She lost track of the number of spurting cocks she rode, the number of hairless slits she lapped, and the number of times that she came… but by the time Piotr tracked her down that evening it was SHE who was definitely staggering.
He gave her an hour to recover and clean up her hard-used, well-fucked body, and then took her out for a romantic dinner. The food was exquisite, the staff fawning, and they were the center of attention as the other patrons whispered and stared and openly gaped at the tall, powerful man and his pre-teen date. She went sparingly on the champagne – no need to get plastered, especially with what she had planned for that evening! – but took full advantage of the dessert tray, using her afternoon athletics as an excuse to sample just about everything. She slipped off her stiletto heels as they left the restaurant and walked along the beach, he looking so tall and sturdy and self-assured, she elegant in her filmy, silky dress and dwarfed by his stature, and she snuggled her ribcage against his hip as she hugged him tightly to her.
“She is certainly energetic, isn’t she?” he commented dryly as the island girl gripped the shoulders of her temporary ‘daddy’ and furiously worked her flat backside up and down, hunching over slightly as she drove herself down onto the grown man’s cock. Each thrust down tore a whimpering moan from the six-year-old’s lips, each jerk up pulled a shuddering gasp from her throat, a gasp that took on a submissive mewl as the man’s hands fluttered up to her flat chest and twisted her tiny nipples.
The girl sobbed something in her native language, and then redoubled her efforts, driving herself down on the shaft so hard that Chloe was afraid for a moment that she just might injure herself. “Well, if you don’t have the skills, then you have to make up for it with energy,” she replied just as dryly.
“Really?” Piotr’s voice fairly dripped with disbelief. “That doesn’t look familiar to you?”
The tiny blonde paused for a second, and then blushed furiously as she realized that the six-year-old was imitating HER, drawing upon Chloe’s performance in dozens of movies and adding a touch or two here and there to make it her own. “Christ,” she muttered as the little girl whispered something to her partner, then slipped off his cock and knelt on the porch at his feet, her hands and knees pressed against the wood as she tilted her bare ass to him as an offering. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”
“Nope, ‘cause I won’t let you.” Piotr chuckled and swept the little blonde up in his arms, and Chloe melted in his embrace and let her feet dangle two feet above the warm sand as she feasted on his kiss. “There is one thing that you do that she won’t,” he added.
“What’s that?”
“Why,” he said with a wicked grin as he cupped her ass and gave her one last kiss. “She won’t let him shoot his load inside of her. You will.”
Chloe shivered as she wrapped her legs around his hips, although whether her shiver was from the cooling night air, her own arousal as she pressed her thong-covered slit against his growing erection, or the thought of his thick, hot seed flooding into her womb, she wasn’t quite sure. “That’s true,” she agreed as she gave her hips a little roll. “And I think that as a reward we should head back to our place and I’ll let you.
Chloe closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, blinking back tears as she tried not to think about what she was doing. Dylan’s body weight pressed down upon her, holding her tiny form firmly against the mattress, as he knelt between her splayed thighs and furiously humped into her rubbed-raw slit. It wasn’t the fact that she was spreading her legs, or that she was dressed in nothing more than a filmy little teddy that only tied at her throat and gaped open to show everyone everything, or even that she was having sex yet again. After four days of taking boy-cock into her straining, raw cunny twice per day, of feeling the dribbles of boy-stuff oozing out of her pre-teen womb and running down the inside of her thighs, of seeing the bruises on her arms and the red marks around her nipples as she stared into the mirror like a zombie in the evening, she was numb to all of that.
No, she was still having trouble with the fact that it was her own brother who was fucking her.
This is SICK this is WRONG… The words ran through her mind in a constant stream, repeating over and over again as her consciousness tried to battle the Dark Force-prompted arousal coursing through her system. She shifted beneath her raging, thrusting brother, trying to spread her thighs just a bit wider to allow him even more room to spear into her, and the movement caused his shaft to scrape against the rough front of her fuck-hole and sent shivers of pure pleasure coursing up through her body. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” the little girl chanted, each word torn from between her lips every time her twin’s cock pressed into her.
_Yeah, you’re a little slut, aren’t you?_ Dylan grunted. He squeezed his hands tighter, holding her wrists more securely above her head as he peered down at her with a sneer.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” No, no, no…
_This is all you’re good for! Fucking like the slut you are!_
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” No I’m NOT I don’t have a choice you’re THEY’RE making me…
Dylan’s movements became harder, each thrust of his hips like a punch as his cock pounded away, and his breathing grew ragged, and Chloe was sickened/thrilled that he was so close to spurting his warm, revolting, oh-so-welcome seed inside of her. Her body responded, bringing her to the crest of her own orgasm, and as her brother tensed and pressed himself as deep inside her cunny as possible she crashed over the edge, and locked her ankles around his hips to hold him tightly in place as her cervix opened up and welcomed the thick jets of spunk directly into her womb. NoyesNOyesnoYES… The ten-year-old was confused, lost in a haze of forced pleasure and vile feelings, but she could do nothing more than lay there and take everything that he gave to her, helpless to do anything about it.
Chloe had survived the rest of Monday without being forced to have sex with anyone else, but it was cold comfort to the little girl. After Mr. Marshall had torn away her anal virginity she walked through the rest of her day in a daze, barely registering the world around her as she felt the oozing wetness of the gym teacher’s spunk soaking into her shitter. She had managed to talk to Hanna briefly that evening, and the two girls commiserated with each other even as they tried to find more answers.
Tuesday was the same – she awoke to find herself in Dylan’s bed, her face pressed into his pillow as he pressed into her from behind, fucking her like an animal and depositing his incestuous load inside of her. They had made her wear another incredibly short skirt and tiny, tight tee shirt declaring her willingness to suck cock for money, but except for some leering stares and the occasional stroke of fingertips across her bare backside and hairless mons the boys on the bus didn’t try anything further. She snuck out of class mid-morning for her ‘date’ with Mr. Marshall, who at least used her pussy that time as he bent her over his desk and stretched her little-girl cunny to the breaking point with his large adult cock before injecting his seed directly into her womb. The rest of the day she was forced to keep a wad of tissues pressed into the cleft of her thighs to soak up any boy-stuff that oozed out of her raw slit.
Wednesday was just as bad. Dylan jumped her in the shower, raping her with a wild abandon as he roughly shoved her face against the warm, moist tile of the bathtub, while Mr. Marshall had spat on his hand to provide the barest hint of lubrication as he tore into her screaming asshole once more as she sobbed and cried and convulsed beneath him. Both times THEY made her cum, forcing her pre-teen body to writhe in the throes of an explosive orgasm even as her conscious mind screamed in agonized disgust. Hanna called that evening, the tone of her voice hinting that no matter how bad Chloe’s encounters actually were, the sixteen-year-old’s were far, far worse. “I can’t keep doing this,” the tiny blonde girl whispered into the phone, her words hitching as she fought back her sobs and curled under the sheets, the darkness filling the room matching that of her soul.
“I know it’s rough,” the older girl replied. “We’ll find some way to stop it. Until then, just… try not to think about it, and know that I love you.”
She managed to get through Thursday morning unmolested, and had even managed to find a way to ease the discomfort of Mr. Marshall. Chloe had taken a couple of huge dabs of petroleum jelly and smeared them on her asshole, and tried not to think about how weird it felt to have her ass cheeks sliding against each other all morning – but she was grateful that she had thought to do it when the gym teacher raped her pre-teen asshole once more, and even though his girth painfully stretched her backside to the tearing point at least it didn’t burn as much. THEY had forced her to sneak out in the afternoon and give a strange man a blowjob behind the cafeteria, and as the bland, somewhat forgettable businessman tensed and sent splurt after splurt of white-hot jism spattering onto her face the little girl and staining her shirt she wondered if he was going to be another charm… but after he zipped up and walked away nothing had happened, so she used some tissues to clean herself up as best as she could and went back to class, praying that nobody chose to make an issue of the semen stains dotting the pink fabric stretched over her flat chest. That evening Dylan had decided to take advantage of his free-fuck card to nail his twin sister once again, pressing her face-down into her own mattress that time as he speared into her from behind, humping her backside with wild abandon as his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. That’s it, a tiny part of her brain noted as the rest of her consciousness faded away under the warm, dark cover of her orgasm. Once he leaves, I’m done for the day. She was barely aware when he tensed and deposited his incestuous load inside of her, when he rolled off the mattress and pulled up his pajamas, when he left her bedroom without even acknowledging her existence. It took her a good five minutes before she could even muster the energy to pull the covers up over her half-nude, battered and bruised, spunk-oozing body and surrender to the darkness of sleep.
Dylan was back less than ten hours later, tearing her out of her wonderful, calming, romantic beach vacation dream and back into the reality of her objectification. He doesn’t even see me as human anymore, she mused as she spread her legs a bit wider and surrendered to the sexual heat coursing through her body. NOBODY does… I’m just a pussy to them. And then she felt him tense over her, tense inside of her, and THEY forced her body to respond, and she crashed over the edge with a whimper that was as much shame and humiliation as of pure sexual pleasure as her consciousness swam and faded and she came, her cervix slurping up all of her brother’s seed and pulling it deep into her pre-teen womb…
When she slowly swam back into the present she was alone in her bedroom, her thighs splayed lewdly and her tiny little slit still oozing the remains of his jism as it dribbled down her ass and onto the sheets below her hips. “It’s done,” she whispered to herself as she slowly drew her legs closed, rolled onto her side and into a ball, and hugged her knees, tears stinging the corners of her eyes as she shook. “It’s done, I don’t even have to see him anymore today…” She felt dirty, felt as if she were the skankiest whore on the planet, felt torn and shredded and ripped to pieces. “I’m just… nothing,” she moaned softly, her words barely audible in her ears.
Time seemed to drag on forever as Chloe wallowed in the darkness that was her existence, but a quick glance at the clock told the little girl that it had only been a few minutes. What’s more, it was almost seven – and if she wanted to at least maintain the fiction that she was nothing more than a normal schoolgirl, she had to get ready. The tiny blonde girl groaned as she rolled off the mattress and stood, her knees wobbly and her belly roiling, and she tried to ignore the way the room tilted around her. A tug of her fingers at the tie around her throat and the negligee fluttered to the carpet at her feet, and she trudged like a zombie out of her bedroom and into the hall. The bathroom was gloriously unoccupied for once, and she locked the door behind her as the shower warmed. The water was hot as it cascaded over her bare flesh, and Chloe welcomed the stinging pain as her pale flesh reddened under the spray and the liquid washed away her shame.
The hall was still empty when she reemerged twenty minutes later, but she could hear the sounds of life downstairs – her mother arguing with Lisa the Death Slut, the sounds of the television filtering up through the floor, the metallic clack of the toaster. It sounds normal, but it’s not, Chloe thought as she padded back into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. Nothing’s normal. Nothing will BE normal ever again.
She dropped the towel and looked at her nude body in the mirror for a moment. She looked completely the same… the barest little hint of possible breasts someday, narrow hips, skin still slightly pink from the shower. She searched her face, convinced that her depravity was written on her forehead in big, bright letters that let the world know that she was a SLUT – but there was nothing, no sign or proof that she had fucked two different boys, one her teacher and one her brother, every day for the past week. Nothing except…
“Fuck,” she muttered as her blue eyes fell on the necklace and the two golden butterfly charms dangling above her tiny little nipples. I’m going camping this weekend, how is THAT going to happen, considering… She turned, forgoing any attempt to cover her body, and made her way back over to her bed. Her nose crinkled slightly in disgust at the truly mammoth sex-stain taking up most of the center of her sheets – a combination of sweat, and Dylan-spunk, and Chloe-oils that flowed from deep in her body over the past few days – and took a seat on the edge. Ask, just ask, she told herself.
She stared at the phone sitting dark and innocuous on her nightstand for a moment, and then leaned forward. “Are you there?” she asked in a quiet, quavering voice. The phone remained dark, and the ten-year-old glanced over her shoulder to make sure her door was still shut tight. “I’ve got Wilderness Girls this weekend,” she whispered as she leaned closer. “I’m going to be out at a campsite, how can I do stuff for Dylan ‘n Mr. Marshall?”
The phone didn’t respond. The screen remained dark. She leaned closer still, placing one hand on the edge of her nightstand and pitching her voice even lower until she could barely hear her own words. “I need to go so that nobody gets suspicious, but I know what I have to do. How can I do it?”
She waited, but still nothing. And then suddenly the phone sprang to life, vibrating madly as the screen lit up! Chloe jumped back with a squeak, her palm actually causing her mattress to squish with a sickening wet sound as she leaned back against the wet spot and her heart leapt into her throat. She was about to resign herself to her new orders – until she realized that it wasn’t THEM, but Hanna who was calling. The little girl scooped up the phone, her terror replaced with hope as she thumbed the screen to life. “Hanna?” she said softly.
“Hey, kiddo,” the teenager’s voice crackled over the speaker. “Surviving?”
“Y… yes.” Chloe took a deep breath, willed herself to calm down a bit, and tried to keep her voice even. “Where are you?”
“Driving to school. I had to get up early ‘cause I had to do… something.” Hanna paused for a second, and Chloe could envision the weariness in her friend’s face as the girl’s sigh echoed across the phone. “Two of ‘em, this morning, in the bathroom at the park. It was… rough.”
“I had to do Dylan again,” Chloe replied. She shivered for a moment, feeling the sadness well up inside of her, before she forced her feelings down. “Can… can I see you?”
Hanna’s regret was evident over the phone. “Don’t think so, not today. I’ve got lots of… stuff to do.” Both girls fell silent, fully aware of the tasks that the teenager had ahead of her. “You’ve got that camping thing this weekend?” she asked, changing the subject as gracefully as she could.
“Yeah. I don’t wanna go, I want to stay with you,” Chloe said, her words tumbling out of her mouth. “But I’ve got to go, to make sure nobody finds out. But THEY aren’t saying anything!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m gonna be camping this weekend,” the ten-year-old explained, “so that means I can’t do… my stuff. But when I told them, they didn’t say anything! I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, her voice shaking as she tried to keep the fear out of her voice.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Hanna replied. “THEY don’t seem to care, and if they want us to do something specific they’ll let us know.”
“I want to stay with you,” Chloe repeated as the sadness welled up inside of her yet again.
“I know, me too. But we have to keep acting like everything’s normal, especially if we start trying to figure out a way to stop this thing, so that means you gotta go camping. Just keep your head down, and be careful. Listen, I had an idea,” the teenager said, her voice growing stronger over the phone as she changed the subject yet again. “This stuff that’s happening, there has got to be some evidence, right? I mean, we know that it’s impossible for THEM to do what they do, right? Stuff like that just doesn’t happen in the real world, right?”
“Right.”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe I should do some research, or something like that,” Hanna continued as she thought out loud. “I’ve already tried to get stuff online, but didn’t find much. But I was thinking that there might be something in a library, books or something that can tell us how they’re doing what they’re doing. So I think I’m gonna sneak into the library at the college this weekend and see what I can find.”
“Be careful!” Chloe wasn’t sure why, but for some reason she had a bad feeling about Hanna’s plan. “I don’t think it’s safe!”
“It probably isn’t,” Hanna replied with a laugh. “But how could it be any worse that what we have to do right now? I mean, if THEY want to keep controlling us and making us do all that sex stuff, they have to keep us safe, right?”
“I don’t know,” the little girl replied. “It sounds…” She let her words trail off, not entirely sure of how to finish her thought.
“Look, it’s like this,” the teenager said, her voice weary. “Either we play it safe and end up fucking a thousand guys a day for the rest of our lives, or we try a few things and see if we can find something to stop all this. I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to fuck the guys I’m being forced to fuck, not to mention the…” Hanna cut off her words, not willing to even acknowledge her non-human partners. “You do want to stop it, don’t you?” the older girl asked.
“Yes!” Chloe didn’t hesitate in her response. I SO want this over!!! she thought as she shuddered at the memory of what THEY were forcing her to do with both Dylan and her gym teacher. “I just… I don’t want anything to happen to you,” she added weakly.
“We need to be brave, we need to do something different. I do not want to be a fuck-toy for the rest of my life!” Hanna declared forcefully. Chloe heard her friend take a deep breath and exhale, her sigh hissing across the airwaves. “And I know you don’t want to, either,” she added in a softer voice. “Jen is broken inside, can’t see anything other than sex. It’s all she does, all she is, and I don’t want that.”
“I don’t either,” Chloe quickly replied. Deep inside she knew that Hanna was right, that the pair had to do something. But… “Just… be careful, ‘nkay?” she said softly, her voice barely audible. “THEY seem like they can do anything,” she added. She turned her head and looked at the outfit neatly laid out on the mattress next to her – another short plaid skirt that would barely cover her ass and a baby-doll tee with spaghetti straps that was way too small to be decent, clothing that wasn’t there a heartbeat ago and had been laid out while she wasn’t looking, seemingly by magic – and shuddered. “How can we stop THEM?” she asked.
“I don’t know… But I’m going to find out!”
“Chloe!” Amanda’s voice floated up the stairs and through her locked door, breaking the ten-year-old out of her reverie. “Get a move on, the bus is coming!”
“I’ve got to go,” the tiny blonde whispered. “Call you later?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ve got to go anyway.” Hanna was quiet for a second, her silence implying what she was about to do. “Take care, okay? Love you, kid.”
“I love you too. Bye.” Chloe thumbed the screen and disconnected the call, and sagged wearily. She glanced at her slut-outfit out of the corner of her eye, and sighed. Time to dress like a whore, she thought darkly as she stood up and took up the tiny skirt in her hands.
The forest on either side of the rural road flashed by as the sedan filled with chattering, laughing girls made its way through the mountain pass and deeper into the countryside. Chloe stared out the window, her mind so awhirl with her problems that she had to force herself to appear normal. She thought that she pulled it off – laughing at the lame jokes, gossiping about which boys were cutest, and discussing the fun and exciting things they would do at the Annual Spring Campout for the Wilderness Girls. She knew the truth, though… Her laughter sounded forced and hollow in her own ears, she was vague about the boys she liked (primarily because she was afraid that someone might assume she wanted to sleep with him, and THEY would overhear and turn her innocent dream into a twisted reality), and no activity actually fired her imagination.
I wish I could be with Hanna, she thought as she frowned slightly and hid a sad sigh. The rest of her Friday had passed surreally – after her conversation with the teenager and getting dressed in her slutty outfit, she had hopped on the bus and went to school. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened during the morning, aside from the occasional leering ogle from some of the boys (and not a few of the teachers) as she teetered and clattered her way through the crowded halls on her stiletto heels, her miniskirt fluttering around her hips and giving the occasional glancing view of her bare backside beneath when she turned too fast. Her lunch hour was twisted and depraved, though… after sneaking off to do her duty for Mr. Marshall (which consisted of her bending over the edge of his desk while he pulled her pigtails painfully and fucked her from behind, depositing a large, thick load of his grown-up seed in her pre-teen womb), she had wandered the halls and saw just how twisted John Hancock Elementary had actually become. There was Harper sucking off a teacher while she fingered herself… There was Jesse Connolly, her tiny redheaded form almost lost in the middle of a pack of seven fifth graders, being escorted into a boys bathroom on the second floor… There was Mr. Krychek, the janitor, leading a truly miniscule kindergartener with black hair and a tiny pink dress through the door leading down to the furnace room… There was Ms. Gillson, the new second grade teacher, nude from the waist down as she was used by two of her students on the napping mats in her classroom, one boy forcing his tiny cock in her mouth while the other humped into her grown-up pussy while the rest of the class slept around them… Is this the way it’s always been? Chloe asked herself as she pressed her thighs together to keep the gym teacher’s spunk from oozing out of her slit and down her thighs as she watched two third graders making out in a back stairwell. Am I just noticing it now? Or is this all new? One of the third graders pushed the other to her knees, spreading her legs slightly as she leaned against the wall while the other pulled her panties down her thighs. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, she sniveled silently as she turned away and moved back down the hall.
She just couldn’t face class that afternoon, so she had simply walked away. The woods behind the school were quiet and empty, and she found a secluded clearing to hide while she obsessed about her problems. The fallen log felt rough against the backs of her bare thighs, but she welcomed the sensation as she tugged her tee down over her torso and pulled the phone from her purse. A quick text exchange with Hanna – the teenager was running behind on her daily cocks, and she was heading off to give a business associate of her father some oral attention before dashing off to do someone in a men’s room at the mall – made her feel a little better, and she felt herself calming slightly.
Hanna’s last text was a little strange, though… Simply a website URL, and a smiley emoticon. With growing curiosity Chloe clicked on the link. The phone grew warm in her hand, and for several minutes she watched as an app downloaded and was installed. When the new icon appeared on the screen she quickly thumbed it – and instantly smiled. It’s a tracking thing! she marveled as she scrolled around. A crude layout of the immediate area showed her about a quarter mile from the school, smack in the middle of an area without roads, and a tiny icon showed Hanna about three miles away at the mall. You can find people with this! The little girl almost bounced on the log as she grew excited, calling up the directory. There was Jennifer McGuire, wandering around somewhere downtown… There was Penny, her icon floating in the middle of Andrew Jackson Middle School… There was a girl named Dhruti, standing still at the side of a lonely street on the outskirts of town… The little girl scrolled back to Hanna’s icon, staring at the tiny arrow pointing to her location as she felt the sympathy well up inside her. We can’t stop it, but we can tell who’s in the same Hell as us…
Eventually she made her way back home, encountering nobody else as she snuck in the back door. The house was quiet, and she was grateful for the solitude as she packed for her trip. Shorts, tee shirts, her uniform, socks, tennis shoes, she added them all into her oversized backpack relatively neatly. She turned to her dresser to retrieve her panties – and then she remembered THEM, remembered the new rules governing her life as a cool waft of air caressed her bare ass beneath the short skirt, and she blinked back sudden tears as her waking nightmare came roaring back to the forefront of her mind. She hesitated for a moment, and then changed from her ‘pre-teen whore’ outfit into one more innocent, khaki shorts and a white tee-shirt, convinced that THEY would stop her and actually feeling surprised when they didn’t. She added a couple of short, slutty skirts and two of her skin-tight baby-doll tees to the pack, stuffing her ‘other’ uniform deep into the dark recesses. Toothbrush and toothpaste and soap and a couple of towels, crimson lipstick and cheap mascara and sex lube (just in case), and a tangled wad of hair scrunchies for her pigtails, and she was all set. And then she didn’t know what to do with herself… so she merely sat at her desk, reading her journal and adding notes, trying to make sense of the past week. The time seemed to fly past, and before she knew it Mrs. Goldberg had picked her up and she was off.
THEY blackmail us – or they want us to THINK that THEY’RE blackmailing us, the little girl thought with a tiny frown as she stared out the car window. THEY can make us do whatever THEY want, whenever THEY want, and nobody seems to remember. Or they remember something different than what actually happened. She glanced into the front seat and saw Erin, head bowed as she intently studied the magazine filled with tween and teen boys and what girls needed to do to win their hearts, and her frown deepened a bit. Erin… how much has SHE done? THEY forced us to do some stuff together, and a bunch of boys did her at the party… She started suddenly as the realization hit her. Wait, SHE doesn’t have a necklace and charms! SHE’S not being blackmailed – she just has sex, and then forgets! Why? Chloe tried to think of something, anything different between her and the young girl in the front seat, and felt a quick flash of anger that she couldn’t think of a thing. Why? she asked herself with just a hint of bitterness. Why are THEY picking on me, and not her? Unfortunately, the passing forest didn’t have an answer.
“Hey,” a quiet voice to her left said as a sharp elbow dug into her side. “You look pissed. What’s up?”
Chloe turned and slapped a fake smile on her face. “It’s nothing, something that happened at school,” she lied. “I’m fine, really.”
Laura looked a little dubious, but instead just shrugged and turned back to Sophie. Chloe didn’t really know the two girls all that well, only that they were part of her Wilderness Girls troop and that they lived on the other side of town. And they’re best friends, she added to herself as she watched the pair lean together and share a whispered joke that sent them into a fit of giggles. I was like that with Harper and Erin once, she added as she felt a small wave of sadness wash over her. She turned back to the window and tried not to think about her lost innocence, of the cocks she had fucked, of the control and the blackmail and most of all of THEM. She willed herself not to think, not to feel, and spent the rest of the drive in quiet nothingness.
The site of the Annual Spring Campout was a campground high up in the mountains, with rustic cabins interspersed among the trees. Chloe bustled out of the car along with the others, grateful for a chance to stretch her legs after the long ride. Mrs. Goldberg bustled on off to check everyone in, and Chloe took a moment to look over the crowd. Sixty or seventy girls wandered around her field of vision, ranging in ages from eight to twelve, dressed in a variety of shorts and tees designed to keep the worst of the mid-May heat away from their bodies. Here and there were a few grown-up women, troop leaders and mothers from the look of them, all looking frazzled as they tried to ride herd on the gaggle of giggling, screaming, laughing girls dashing to and fro. The usual madhouse, she thought as she laced her fingers and raised her arms over her head, stretching the kinks out of her body. At least there’s no boys or men around, maybe I won’t have to do anything this weekend.
Chloe glanced around to make sure nobody was watching, and then quickly pulled the phone out of her pocket. Reception at the campsite was terrible – but she still had one bar, enough to maintain the tiniest bit of contact with the outside world. A quick press of her thumb brought up the map… and there was the tiny little icon that represented Hanna. The teenager was in a part of the park that Chloe had never been, closer to the railroad tracks than her house. I wonder what she’s doing there, the little girl thought as she stared at the icon. I hope that she’s alone there! But a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that probably wasn’t the case – that Hanna was checking off one of her six cocks, completing her slutty duties for the day.
“Hey, Clo!” Erin’s voice cut through her reverie, and the ten-year-old looked up to see her friend waving to her from across the field. “C’mon!” she said with a brilliant smile. “We’re in cabin six, with Laura ‘n Sophie n’ Stephie ‘n Kaitlyn!”
“Coming!” Chloe shoved the phone in her pocket, grunted slightly as she shouldered her backpack, and dove into the throng of girls.
Mrs. Marsh herded the girls from cabin six into the pavilion for the Saturday night meeting, and Chloe joined the throng as she took her seat. Friday night had past uneventfully, and her entire Saturday had been normal – nothing leapt out to rape her, nothing weird and sexual had occurred, and THEY were nowhere to be found. It’s been over a day since I got fucked, she thought as Erin slipped into the seat beside her, and she accepted the red plastic cup from her friend with a genuine smile. Is it weird that THAT doesn’t feel normal?
“This has been really cool,” Erin said a little bit loudly to be heard over the buzz of girlish conversation ebbing and flowing around them. “I had fun this weekend!”
“Me too. This is good,” Chloe added as she took a sip of the fruity liquid. “What is it?”
“They call it bug juice.” Her best friend flipped her blonde hair over one skinny shoulder and made a face. “’N they say it’s made of bugs. I think it’s fruit punch.”
“It’s good!” The pair gossiped about everyone and everything…about Laura not knowing how to swim, about Stephie Marsh always rolling her eyes whenever her mother – the adult counselor riding herd on the six girls in cabin six – made some sort of lame statement to try to prove that she was just as ‘cool’ and ‘with-it’ as the girls. They pitched their voices lower as they segued into Sophie, and how the girl tried to hide the fact that she had gotten her first period at a young age. “Jesus, I mean, ten?” Chloe shook her head sadly. “I thought that only happened at twelve!”
“I heard that it can happen younger,” Erin replied. “It’s rare, but it happens. Whoops, they’re starting!”
Chloe turned her attention to the stage, where Mrs. Goldberg called the meeting of the regional pack to order. She took another sip of bug juice and settled back in her chair, content to let the words wash over her. Everything’s fine, she thought as she idly scratched her bare leg just below her shorts. Maybe THEY can only do things in the city. Maybe I’m safe up here. She drank deeply and felt the warmth settle into her body, and slouched lower in her chair. I’m safe, nothing’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong.
Something’s wrong.
She wasn’t sure when it happened, but suddenly part of her mind noticed that Mrs. Goldberg wasn’t up on stage anymore, and that nobody was talking. She turned to ask Erin where her mother went, but her friend was gone, and the tiny blond sagged over into the empty chair. That’s weird, she thought as she levered herself back upright. Where did she go? She turned to the girl on her left, but saw that the little Asian girl was making out with the redhead next to her. “’Scuse me,” she said as she got to her feet, weaving a bit unsteadily as she gripped the back of the chair in front of her, and slid on past. The Asian girl’s hand was down the front of the redhead’s shorts, and she could feel the heat radiating from their bodies as she staggered into the aisle. Girls were partnered up in twos and threes, kissing, stroking, loving each other. That’s what’s good about the Wilderness Girls, she thought as she stumbled towards the door. Everyone loves each other so much!
Outside darkness reigned, and she could hear movement in the shadowy forest around her. Where… I don’t know… She was finding it so hard to think, so hard to keep her thoughts straight. Her head felt as though it was filled with cotton, and everything had a strange, shimmering quality to it. Chloe managed to stagger a few steps away from the pavilion and the raging little-girl orgy, feeling the heat emanating from deep within her belly. She leaned against a tree, the rough bark feeling as though it scoured the skin of her arm as she gasped and tried to keep her weak legs straight. It’s so hot! she noted, and with shaking hands she managed to pull off her sweat-soaked tee. She felt a bit better without it, and whimpered a little bit as she slid her hands over the slick flesh of her belly. Her palm glanced against one stiff nipple, and the sheer wave of pleasure tore an animal gasp from between her lips. It felt so good that she stroked both, and again, and again, and distantly she was aware of her own fingertips pinching her nubbins, sending shooting arcs of electricity bouncing through her body.
Horny, so horny! She pushed away from the tree and took a couple of staggering steps into the darkness. It was so difficult to walk, she wasn’t sure why… Oh, my hand is between my legs, the little girl realized with a giggle. It felt good pinching her stiff nip between thumb and forefinger and twisting and tugging, and it felt good pressing two fingertips into the seam of her shorts and rubbing the white-hot patch between her legs, so good that she couldn’t decide which was better. Lights danced in the darkness, and she paused against another tree as she rubbed her puss furiously, sending wave after wave of pure bliss into her brain. She heard gasping moans around her, filling her ears and drowning out the sounds of the night, and she wondered who was getting off for a heartbeat before she realized that it was her, the sounds were whimpering from her own throat, and she shuddered as a tiny little orgasm rippled though her tummy and made her even hotter.
“Hello, sweetie,” a strange voice said straight into her brain, the voice light and dark, musical and gravelly, seeming to come from everywhere and no place at the same time. “What’s wrong?”
“Horny, so horny,” Chloe managed to whine. She worked her cunny furiously, slapping the rough, annoying fabric keeping her fingers from her own slit angrily. “Stuff there, wanna feel more!” she growled in frustration.
The voice laughed. “Here, let me help.” She was dimly aware of something tall but sweet smelling standing beside her, and the snap on her shorts loosened as tickling fingers fluttered around her tiny innie belly button. The bark of the tree sliced into her back as she leaned back and let the something pull her shorts down her legs, and then she was bare, and her fingers dove into her slit, worming their way into her own body as the hot, slick wetness dripped from her digits. “Is that better?” the something shrieked/whispered in her ear.
“Uh! Ah! Ah ah ah ah AH AH AHAAAAAAAAA!!!” She came again, harder than before, and actually felt the walls of her cunny grip her fingers and tremble as she pushed the twinned pointers deep inside, and it was all she could do to stay on her feet as her orgasm filled her entire world. “More, I want more!” she moaned.
“Here, this is yummy,” the something said, and Chloe felt a burning touch grip her wrist. She whined as her own fingers were pulled out of her drooling slit with a tiny wet sucking sound, but the something pulled her hand up to her mouth. “Lick ‘em clean,” the something suggested. “It’ll taste good.”
Of course! her addled brain agreed. Why didn’t I think of that? She shoved her fingers into her mouth, tasting her own juices on her tongue, even as her other hand dropped from her nip back down between her legs to finger herself once more. Yummy YUM! More, want more!!! “Want more,” she moaned as she lapped the last droplets of her own oils from her fingers. “More, more!”
“Of course you do, you little cunt,” the something said with a laugh. Chloe frowned a little bit… Isn’t that a swear?... but then her fingers found her aching clit and she forgot what was troubling her. “You taste good,” the something tried to explain, and the little girl felt herself being pulled away from the tree, her bare feet scrabbling on the rough dirt beneath as the something led her towards the dancing lights. “But who tastes better, you or Erin?”
“Ewin?” Her mind floated until an image of a rail-thin little girl, her best friend in the entire world, floated through the fog. Erin! she realized, and she shuddered in pleasure as a flash of Erin’s naked body shot through her mind. “I dunno,” she admitted as she drooled with pleasure.
“Well, let’s find out!” The something dragged her toward one light that grew bigger and bigger, and then she stumbled up some rough wooden steps and into the light, and it was the cabin and she wondered why she was there as the something led her past her own cot to the one next to it, and there was Erin, laying naked on her blanket, her arms gripping the metal rail near her pillow and her legs open wide. “Isn’t she pretty?” the something whisper/screamed in her ear. “Don’t you just want to rape her?”
“Wape?” There was something wrong, but she just couldn’t see what it was… Her entire world had shrunk to her own horniness and the naked Erin before her. Idly she stroked her clit and shuddered as another wave of good feelings washed over her, and she forgot what she was thinking. “I don’t know what I want…” she complained.
The something helped her onto the cot and pressed against the back of her head. “You want to eat her out, so you can see who tastes better, right?” it explained gently. “And Erin wants to taste you too, so she can compare.”
“Oh, right!” Duh… It was all so obvious, and if she wasn’t such a stupid little girl she would have seen it for herself! She leaned forward, letting her shoulders press into Erin’s thighs as she brought her lips to her best friend’s sex. Erin’s slit was tiny and tight, hairless and featureless, and she idly poked it with the tip of her finger. The girl loved it and squirmed in pleasure, and Chloe wormed her digit into her best friend’s hot little cunny as she poked her tongue against the tiny budding clit that peeked out at the tip. “Yummy,” she mumbled as the taste of her best friend filled her mouth.
“Don’t be selfish,” the something said, and the tiny blonde felt a pair of massive talons grip her hips and move her body. “Erin wants to taste you too!”
“Oh! Sorry.” Chloe allowed herself to be moved, and shuddered with pleasure as she felt Erin’s hot breath waft across her dripping pussy. Before her was a pussy, Erin’s pussy, and she dove into it with wild abandon, worming her tongue between the tight folds and into the warm, soft, slick flesh within. Erin did the same, raining kisses down on her own little-girl slit, whimpering and moaning and screaming in pleasure as she tasted Chloe’s oils. She wormed a finger into the pussy, and then a second, and then Erin came, her hips threatening to buck Chloe off as the pigtailed blonde kept her lips fastened to her best friend’s tiny, stiff clit and drank all of her juices. The taste of Erin on her tongue, the feeling of Erin’s body beneath hers, the sensation of Erin’s screams of pleasure vibrating into her own cunny drove her higher, and she came as well, trembling and whimpering as her body released all of its glorious nectar and sent it flowing onto Erin’s face. “So good,” she whispered.
“Yes it is,” the something shrieked/moaned in her head. “You love Erin, don’t you?”
“Yeah!” Of COURSE she loved Erin, they were the best of friends, they were lovers, they were one! Why couldn’t the something realize that?!? “I love her so much!” she explained as her heart thundered in her chest.
“And Erin loves you too. But she’s sad,” the something whispered, each word hitting Chloe like a punch. “She’s sad ‘cause you haven’t fucked her yet.”
“I… No, but I wanna!” I want to fuck her, I WANT to make her happy, I’m shit ‘cause I haven’t… “I wanna, but we’re both girls, how can I fuck her if we’re both girls…”
The something seemed amused/furious as it pulled Chloe off the cot. “You just need the right toy,” it explained.
The little girl felt something being attached to her hips. She looked down and she was a boy! There it was, poking straight out of where there had been a little-girl cunny, a big, thick boy thing, all hard and stiff and ready to go! “I’m a boy now!” she giggled as she wrapped her palm around her cock.
“That’s right,” the something replied. “And now you can fuck Erin and make her happy.”
“Yeah! I can!” Chloe flipped her pigtails over her shoulders and clambered back up onto the cot, trying to remember how the boys actually did it to her. Let’s see, grab it and press it against the cunny, she thought, biting her lower lip and furrowing her brow in concentration as she crawled back between Erin’s thighs. Erin was so excited, mumbling words of encouragement and twisting her hips to help her out, and Chloe was so happy that she was going to make her bestest friend in the entire world so happy. She looked down and saw that she was lined up properly, with the tip of her cock against Erin’s cunny, and she remembered that she had to put her cock into Erin, so she pushed her hips forward and Erin’s slit opened and her cock slid in, inch after inch, and Erin loved it and writhed and bucked and screamed in happiness!!! “I’m a good girl!” Chloe shouted with pride as she pulled her cock out and pushed it back in.
“Yes you are,” the something agreed. It pushed against her back and the little girl allowed herself to fall forward, her pigtails laying across Erin’s neck as she draped her own flat-chested body along Erin’s. Erin pressed her hips up, making it easier for Chloe to fuck her, and the grateful girl kissed the side of her neck. “Tell her how much you love her,” the something suggested.
Duh! “I love you,” Chloe whispered in Erin’s ear, and Erin squirmed and writhed and mumbled her reply. “I love you, I know you love this, I wanna make you happy.” Each thrust of her hips sank her cock deep into Erin’s cunny, and though she couldn’t feel it herself her cock rubbed up against her own clit, and Chloe felt yet another mini-orgasm tremble through her body as her stiff nipples flicked against Erin’s. “I love you, I love you,” she chanted, her words in time with her thrusts, each one bringing her higher and higher.
And then Erin tensed beneath her, her back arching as she shrieked in pleasure, and Chloe came at the same time, feeling the tidal wave of her truly massive orgasm break over her. The little blonde girl tensed and pressed her hips forward as far as she could, burying her cock deep inside her best friend and kissing the side of Erin’s neck as she clutched her lover to her, feeling as one with her. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the cot and Erin and herself and the something, all molded and mixed together into a creature that was nothing but lust and pleasure and orgasm, and she felt her consciousness starting to slip from her mind as ChloesomethingErin came again and again and again…
Where am I?
Chloe cracked her eyes open, her mind feeling thick and her entire body aching as the first stirrings of wakefulness washed over her. The early-morning light barely illuminated the cabin and the mountain air felt cold on her back, but her front was warm, but she was so stiff…
The little girl smacked her lips and raised her head, looking blearily around as she tried to remember what had happened. How did I get here? The rest of the cabin was quiet, with both Laura and Sophie fast asleep in their bunks, and she turned her head and saw her own cot, the blanked smooth and tight over the mattress and proving that she hadn’t slept there. So where did I…
The ten-year-old froze as she looked beneath her, her heart skipping a beat as the horror filtered into her consciousness. She was in Erin’s bunk, and she wasn’t alone! Erin lay beneath her, bound and gagged and dead to the world, with her wrists tied to the metal bar at the top of the cot and a thick wad of fabric stuffed into her mouth. Her best friend’s eyes were wrapped with a blindfold, but Chloe could see the stains from the little girl’s tears soaked into the fabric. As she pushed herself off her friend the little blonde could see the scratches on Erin’s body, the dark red hickey on the side of her neck, and down between her legs…
“No,” Chloe whispered as she slipped backwards. Wrapped around her own hips was a harness, shiny leather bands buckled together to hold a dildo in place. The faux-cock was long and thick, and as she slid backwards it slid out of Erin’s painfully-stretched slit with an obscene wet slurping sound. “No, no, no,” Chloe chanted softly, her mind screaming in shock and disgust and horror as the dildo slipped from inside Erin and drooped heavily to the blanket beneath, and a steady flow of blood-stained juices dribbled out from inside her friend in a steady, revolting stream. “I raped her,” the ten-year-old whispered in horror.
She felt her heart thud back to life, and she whipped her head around to see if anyone was watching, and quickly slipped off the cot. It took her a few seconds to figure out the buckles, but she quickly slipped out of the dildo-harness and kicked the thing under Erin’s cot. “No, oh my God, no,” she whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks. She leaned over Erin, untying the girl’s wrists and pulling off the blindfold, and she was heartened just the slightest to see that her best friend was still alive, but merely unconscious. “No, no, I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she pulled the fabric gag out of Erin’s mouth, and felt her gorge rise in disgust as she realized that it was a pair of her own panties.
How did this happen? Chloe asked herself. She quickly stuffed the panty-gag into the bottom of her backpack, grabbed her towel and bolted out of the door. She felt dirty, she felt vile, she felt humiliated and horrified and all she wanted to do was die… I didn’t do it, it was THEM, THEY did it! She was alone in the dawn, and she dashed across the hard-packed earth towards the communal bathroom, feeling the small stones cut into the soles of her feet as she scrambled across the quad and dashed through the rough wooden door. Her head ached terribly, her tongue felt fuzzy, and her entire body felt stiff – but all she could see in her mind was Erin, bound and gagged, her body bruised and battered from Chloe’s violation.
The water was icy but she didn’t care, and she scrubbed her skin raw, washing and scouring and scraping at her own flesh as she tried to wash away her shame. I did it, her conscience screamed in her mind, I did it! I did it! “I didn’t do it,” she whispered as the water matted her pigtails to her back, turning her hair into a twisted, tangled mess. “THEY made me!”
You weren’t strong enough to stop it, her conscience replied accusingly. YOU did it. YOU raped her.
And then she ran the soap between her legs, and the heel of her palm glancing against her clit sent a warm shiver of pleasure into her belly, and the ten-year-old burst into tears.
She wasn’t sure how long she stayed there, curled into a ball on the filthy, rough concrete floor of the shower, sobbing and trying not to be sick, but it was quite a while. After what felt like an eternity she roused herself, her eyes feeling red and burning, and managed to stand. The icy water helped, rendering her body just as numb as her soul, and she tried not to feel anything as she simply stood there while her fingers pruned.
The second she shut off the water she could tell that she wasn’t alone in the bathroom. With trembling fingers she twisted the towel around her nude, wet body and undid the latch on the shower door. A gentle push of her fingers… and her eyes widened as she saw Mrs. Marsh leaning against the sinks. “Good morning, Chloe,” the woman said, and though her words were gentle and even and light the ten-year-old could hear an undercurrent of darkness. “Did you do anything special last night?”
“I didn’t do anything,” the tiny blonde quickly said. She knows!!!
Mrs. Marsh laughed lightly, and once more the sound carried an evil tone. “Oh, that’s not true,” she said. She lifted a pad from her side, tapped the screen, and turned it in the direction of the cowering girl… and Chloe felt the world drop from under her feet. There, in living color, was a bound Erin with Chloe herself laying between the girl’s legs. She felt horrified as she watched her hips thrust forward, driving the strap-on into the struggling girl’s pussy, fucking her, raping her. “You raped your best friend,” Mrs. Marsh said matter-of-factly, wriggling the pad just a little bit for emphasis.
“No, I didn’t…”
“Yes you did. You tied her up, and made her eat you out, and ate her out,” Mrs. Marsh explained. “And then you stuffed your dirty panties in her mouth and raped her with a strap-on. Do you want to hear?” She poked at the screen, and Chloe’s ears were filled with the sounds of Erin’s sobs, of her own grunts, of her exhortations to her best friend to admit that she loved being raped. “You’re just a little rapist, aren’t you?”
“It was you!” Chloe remarked, gasping as everything started to come together in her mind. “You’re the one who got me back to the cabin!”
Mrs. Marsh laughed a short bark of laughter that was more filled with hatred than with humor. “Ah, now you’re getting it. Y’know, for as dumb a slut that you are, you got it a lot faster than I thought you would.” The woman’s face grew hard as she stared at the little girl. “Too bad the only thing you’re good for is as a fuck toy. Nobody gives a fuck about your mind.”
“You… drugged me,” Chloe said in a tiny voice filled with pain. “You drugged me, ‘n you took pictures while you made me rape Erin.”
“Oh, I did more than that.” The woman’s face was hard, her lips a cruel slash across her mouth and her eyes cold as she crossed her arms under her large breasts and leaned against a sink. “I filmed everything – both of you, every thrust, every finger, every lick and suck. You were both acting like little sluts, and I made sure that I got everything. I made sure that I got you,” she emphasized. “All I have to do is show this thing to everyone, to Erin, and they’ll all know just what a little cunt you actually are.”
The little girl swallowed heavily, feeling her heart pound in her chest and her blood roaring in her ears, as she twisted the knot of the towel tighter over her chest. “But why,” she asked, her voice quavering as she tried to force the words past her trembling lips.
“Because Stephie is pregnant,” Mrs. Marsh said bluntly, “and I need a replacement.” She chuckled darkly, her mirth containing absolutely no humor, as she stared at the wilting girl before her. “When Stephie and her daddy started fucking, I was okay with that. I mean, who am I to say anything, considering what I was doing with her when she was younger? But after a while I realized that I’m going to be a grandmother, and that is something that I want more than anything else. So,” she explained as she pushed off the sink and stalked across the concrete floor towards the tiny blonde, “I am not going to let anything happen to my granddaughter! But my husband has needs, so…”
“So you picked me,” Chloe concluded. Her legs felt week, and she staggered backwards until she was leaning against the cold, musty wooden wall of the camp bathroom, her mind awash in the position she found herself in.
“Exactly. David has always thought you were pretty, and I want to protect my unborn grandchild, so everyone wins. Well, not you,” the middle-aged woman said with a laugh. “You get to get fucked every day by my husband while I play with Stephie. But it won’t be a big difference for a little slut like you, right?”
“I’m not a slut,” the little girl whispered.
Mrs. Marsh laughed a dark, evil laugh. “Of course you are!” she insisted. “You parade around in slutty outfits, and I know that you’ve put out more than once. Remember, I saw what you did last night. You couldn’t have known how to fuck a little cunt if you yourself hadn’t been fucked by a whole bunch of boys,” she added. She glanced at her watch, and then pushed off the counter and made her way to the bathroom door, pushing open the thin, rough panel with her palm. “She knows, you can come in now,” the brunette said to someone outside.
Chloe trembled and tried to melt through the rough wood behind her as Mrs. Marsh took her place back against the sinks. A man stepped inside the rustic bathroom – average height, average build, he had dirty blonde hair and a stubbly chin. She felt exposed as he looked her up and down, and she shivered slightly as she could feel his gaze crawling along her bare legs and stroking her flesh. “You’re right,” he commented in a surprisingly deep voice as he took a step closer to the shrinking girl. “She is a tasty little morsel.”
“Don’t get too attached,” Mrs. Marsh warned. “Remember, she’s just going to be around for you to fuck until Stephie pops. She’s just a piece of meat, a sheath for your cock. Meat, meet my husband, David Marsh,” she added as she turned her attention back to Chloe. “You’ll be taking his cock for the foreseeable future.”
The man was average – average height, average weight, average looks. If she would have passed him on the street she wouldn’t have given him a second thought… but there in his eyes was a predatory glint, a look that almost seemed feral and lifeless and oh-so evil. Chloe shivered as she felt his gaze slide over her barely-covered form, and almost whimpered in terror. “She is a little cutie,” he told his wife out of the corner of his mouth as he kept his gaze locked on the ten-year-old. “And that mouth of hers!” He took two big steps forward and the ten-year-old tried to back away, but she was already pressed against the rough wood of the wall and could go nowhere. She cowered in fear as he towered over her, and she shuddered in revulsion as he slid his fingertips across the slick flesh of her chest just above her towel. “Oh, she will do just fine,” he added over his shoulder.
“Don’t be so shy, Meat,” Mrs. Marsh ordered as she joined her husband. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she too peered down at Chloe, although her gaze was far more crazy even if was just as predatory as Mr. Marsh’s. “Drop that towel and show David that slut whore body of yours.”
“Please, I don’t want to do it…” Still, Chloe did as she was commanded – she knew deep down that, even if she didn’t want to expose herself to their leering gazes, if she resisted then THEY would probably just make her do it anyway. Sobbing quietly and sniffling through her suddenly drippy nose, she loosened her grip on the knotted towel and let the terrycloth fall away, standing nude before the pair of them. You’re a rapist, you deserve this! a part of her mind screamed as she bowed her head and felt her tears raining onto her bare chest – but the sheer shame of her nudity, of her exposure, of her helplessness before their leers. “I wanna go back to the cabin,” she whimpered as she subconsciously brought her hand in front of her groin and her forearm up over her bare nipples, her skin glowing bright red in embarrassment as she shivered before them.
“Nice hips,” Mrs. Marsh said. “A bit skinny, but once she grows up she might have some curves. Meat, stop covering up,” she added, her words a sharp order to Chloe.
“A bit skinny,” her husband said critically.
“Just think about Stephie getting all fat with your baby,” the woman replied with a smile. “This thing is just going to be your cum dumpster. Do you really care about anything else?”
“No, not really,” he replied. He reached out and slapped at her forearm, and Chloe let it drop to her side with a squeak of surprise. Her squeak turned into a whimpering moan of shame as he slid his fingers over her nipples, tweaking her sensitive nubbins cruelly between thumb and forefinger. “Oh, she’s nice and sensitive,” he said with a smile. “I’m going to enjoy fucking her.” He turned his back to the little girl and gathered his wife up in his arm. “This is perhaps the best anniversary present you could give a husband,” he said, his words filled with gratitude, his face a mask of love.
“Better than bringing Stephie into our bed?” Mrs. Marsh replied in an equally loving way.
“Well, no,” he replied with a chuckle. Turning back to the little girl, Chloe saw that his eyes held no humanity, no warmth whatsoever – he didn’t even see her as human. “But this is a close second.”
“Do you want to fuck her now?” The little blonde girl held her breath as Mrs. Marsh’s words floated through the air, silently begging to be released from her torment.
“Mmm… No, not right now,” he replied. “But how about one last session with Stephie? You can eat her out while she sucks me off.”
“Yum, tasty!” Mrs. Marsh replied. “I so love it when she chokes and cries, it makes her cunny taste so good!”
They are INSANE! Chloe’s mind shrieked. She willed herself to be invisible, to just melt through the walls and run and run and just keep running, to escape everyone and everything. They are insane, they’re gonna kill me…
Evidently Mrs. Marsh noticed the look on her face, because the woman nudged her husband and gave a little laugh. “Oh look, it’s afraid,” she said in a haughty tone. “Don’t worry, Meat,” she continued in a low, dark voice, leaning forward until her face was just inches from Chloe. “You won’t die. That belly of yours is just too valuable,” she added as she patted the girl’s tummy. “If you’re lucky, you’ll give me another grandchild.”
“Stepdaughter, dear,” her husband corrected.
“What?”
“You’re married to me,” Mr. Marsh explained as he took his wife back into his arms. “And if she gets pregnant when I fuck her, it will be my daughter. And you’ll be the stepmother.”
“Oh.” Mrs. Marsh regarded Chloe for a moment, and then smiled widely. “I might like that!” she decided.
“Shall we go find Stephie?”
“Indeed!” The pair turned and made their way to the door, but paused at the wooden portal. “But don’t fret, Meat,” Mrs. Marsh added as one last jab. “You’ll start your duties tomorrow.”
“Please, don’t make me…” This is HELL…
“Oh, I hope she whines and begs like that when I fuck her,” Mr. Marsh remarked as the duo made their way out, leaving Chloe alone.
I can’t do this I CAN’T do THIS oh GOD why is this HAPPENING… Though she had just been in the shower mere minutes earlier and had scrubbed her skin raw, Chloe still felt dirty. She squatted slightly and picked up her towel, wrapping the terrycloth around her slim body as she stumbled out of the bathroom and back towards the cabin. No, please don’t be there, she begged the world, begged the universe, begged God as she ran. She dashed up the steps and burst through the door…
There, sitting on her cot, was a small jewelry box and her cell phone, neatly laid out and waiting for her attention.
“No…” Chloe’s words were filled with horror as the truth sank into her consciousness.
The phone buzzed, and she swiped the screen with her thumb while clutching the towel around her body so tightly that her hand turned white.
Did you have fun this weekend?
“No, please, don’t make me do it…”
Aw, don’t be like that.
We gave you a weekend where you got to play little loving lezzie. No cock, just cunt.
You should be grateful. Say thank you.
“Thank you,” Chloe whispered, the words tasting like ashes in her mouth.
You’re welcome. David Mason is your third. You can fit him into your day.
Don’t whine.
Jenny McGuire fucks over thirty guys every day, you can handle three.
“But I don’t want to get pregnant,” the tiny blonde whispered in a miserable voice as her knees gave out and she sank onto the hard, thin mattress.
That’s not our problem.
Who knows – you might get lucky. We think you’d look good with a big, swollen belly.
Most guys would love to fuck a knocked-up little girl. You’d be so popular.
“Please, don’t make me,” Chloe begged. The little girl’s heart pounded in her chest and she felt the world swimming around her – between the drug-fueled rape she had committed, Mrs. Mason’s blackmail, Mr. Mason’s groping, and now the threats from THEM, she wondered if she were going insane. This can’t be happening this CAN’T be happening… “Please,” she pled as tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, “please don’t let me get pregnant, please don’t make me…”
It’s up to you. Remember, you don’t HAVE to fuck them.
“Wha… what do you mean?” she quickly asked, clinging to the faint glimmer of hope that the phone offered.
The only one you have to fuck is Dylan. HE gets to do whatever he wants.
But…
“But what?” Please, give me a way out, she begged the universe. Please…
If you work hard enough, you could probably convince your playmates to fuck your mouth.
It’s about time you used it for something more than whining.
Or your ass. Your gym teacher seems to think it’s perfect.
The screen flashed, and Chloe was looking at herself as Mr. Marshall fucked her. She lay across his desk, her tee pulled up to her neck and her shorts dangling from one ankle, the soles of her shoes braced against the edge as her thighs were spread wide. “It hurts!” her own voice whimpered through the tinny speaker of the phone as a large, thick, grown-up cock swam into view and pressed against her tiny asshole. Still, she was ashamed to see her own fingertips working her clit as the head tore its way inside of her, her own pads rubbing and frigging her little-girl clit as the grown man sank into her rectum and she winced and hissed through gritted teeth…
And just as suddenly, the image vanished and returned to the text conversation. “I’ll die if I have to do that every day,” she whispered in misery as she shook.
No, you won’t. Jenny takes it in the ass twice every day and she’s still alive. AND she’s pregnant.
But it’s your choice. Well, mostly.
If someone insists on raping your cunt, well… We guess you have no choice.
But otherwise, you have a decision to make.
Learn to love the taste of cum.
Learn to love it in the ass.
Or learn to love a baby in your belly.
Choose. Or just give up. That’s probably easier.
Because we will never let you go.
Never.
“But what about Erin?” she whispered as she fastened the third charm to her necklace. “She… I r…” Chloe sank onto the edge of her bunk, staring at the phone through sightless eyes as she recalled some of what she did to her best friend.
That’s up to you.
But don’t worry about her.
We’ve got plans for her as well.
We should reward you for what you did.
Chloe glanced at Erin’s cot, and felt the sickness twist her stomach as her eyes fell on the jewelry box sitting next to a cell phone.
The sun was just beginning to sink below the horizon, and with a grimace of annoyance Chloe leaned forward and flicked on her desk lamp. The bulb blazed to life, and the little girl blinked as she her eye adjusted to the change in lighting. She sat back in her chair, and her grimace deepened into a frown as she felt the wetness deep in her belly shift from the thick, heavy load of her brother’s sperm filling her womb. I can’t do this much more, her soul moaned in misery as she wriggled her backside against the warm, smooth wood of the seat, scratched her cheek, and took up her planner. It’s bad enough I’m gonna get pregnant, but I’ll know it’ll be Dylan’s…
The rest of her day had passed in a blur. After Mrs. Marsh’s blackmail, after Mr. Marsh’s groping, after the new charm and THEIR mocking she felt numb, confused, and hopeless. The counselors and troop mothers had conducted a few last little meetings in the dining hall, the girls still half asleep and remembering nothing of the sick things they did the night before to and with each other... well, mostly. Chloe could see little hints here and there that some relationships may have started because of Mrs. Marsh’s drugged bug juice. She found herself staring at the Asian girl and the redhead from last night, the pair sitting a bit too close even for best friends, their hands dangling in the gap between their chairs and their fingers lightly touching each other’s, and she tore her gaze away and tried to refocus her attention on the present.
The exception was Erin. “Clo,” the little girl whispered as she slowly, painfully took her seat next to the tiny blonde, her eyes red from crying. “I was raped!”
“Wh… what?” She knows, she KNOWS…
“Last night, somebody tied me up and made me do things,” Erin whimpered. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she leaned against Chloe, hugging her friend tightly as her entire body shivered. “They made me eat them out, it was disgusting, and then they shoved this THING inside of me, it hurt so much…” She opened her mouth to say something more but paused, and her eyes flicked down to her lap – and Chloe spotted the telltale rectangle of a cell phone in her pocket. “Oh God, Clo,” Erin whimpered as she hugged her tight.
Mrs. Marsh caught Chloe’s eye and smirked, and Chloe felt sick as she hugged her softly crying friend and murmured kind words. I did it, and she’s blackmailing me, she thought as she stared at the woman, her lip trembling as she fought back her own tears. Is she one of THEM?
The meeting eventually broke up, and the girls packed and said their goodbyes to each other, Chloe putting on a neutral face and smiling a smile she didn’t feel and making promises she had no intention of keeping, all the while wanting nothing more than to run and hide and wish the world away.
The trip back was uneventful. Mrs. Goldberg drove slow and steady, almost on autopilot, as Sophie and Laura chatted and Chloe held Erin’s hand and Erin cried quietly, lost in the misery of her violation and oblivious that it was Chloe who had raped her. She arrived back home in the late afternoon, stumbling and staggering under her load as she carried her luggage and backpack and purse and self up to her bedroom… only to find Dylan waiting impatiently for her. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even give her a chance to say something herself, as he grabbed her pigtails and threw her across her bed. She cried out in as much misery as fear as he clambered up on the mattress, roughly yanked her shorts down off her ass, and shoved his boy-cock into her from behind. The day-and-a-half since he had last fucked her had evidently taken its toll on her twin, and it was only a couple of minutes worth of sweaty grunts and hard thrusts into her pre-teen pussy before he tensed and shot his incestuous load deep inside of her. _Fucking cunt_, he grumbled as he pulled out of her with a wet sucking sound and slapped the back of her skull. _Don’t make me wait again!_ Chloe didn’t respond, but merely lay limply on her mattress as tear dotted the corners of her eyes as he pulled up his shorts and left. This IS Hell… she thought as the cool air washed across her bare ass and her brother’s spunk soaked into her guts.
Eventually she roused herself, rolling onto her side and pulling her shorts back up. It wouldn’t do any good to try and get cleaned up, she noted dully as she sat on the edge of her mattress and looked through her eyelashes at her open bedroom door. THEY would probably stop me. Instead, she slowly unpacked, tossing her dirty clothing in her hamper and stowing her luggage, and sat at her desk. The computer whirred to life but she didn’t actually see it… And with a sudden fierceness that surprised her, she instead pulled out her planner.
Dylan usually fucks me either in the morning or the evening, she thought as she wrote her brother’s name down on every weekday slot. Mr. Marshall is only during school hours, she continued as she added her gym teacher’s name to the list. And I think Mr. Marsh is going to be in the evenings. He’s got to work or something like that, right? She stared at the week-at-a-glance, seeing the fifteen – minimum – sex sessions she had ahead of her. And that’s even before the weekend comes, or any of the random stuff I have to do. She hissed through her teeth, tapping the eraser of her pencil against the page as her mind whirled. Mr. Marshall likes putting it in my butt, so all I have to do is make sure that he goes there even if he wants to put it in my puss. Dylan, I can’t do anything about. That just leaves Mr. Marsh… I could probably convince him that my mouth is the best, or that I hate it in my ass. He’ll probably get off doing me like that. A sick twisting of her belly followed the thought of giving multiple blowjobs during the week and who knew how many buttfucks, but she forced the feeling down and instead concentrated on the positive. It’ll be gross ‘n it’ll hurt, but it’s WAY better than getting pregnant!
She caught sight of herself in her mirror – blue eyes still bloodshot from the whatever-it-was Mrs. Marsh dosed her with Saturday evening, her pigtails hanging limp down her back, her face flushed from Dylan’s attention, her white baby-doll tee somewhat grimy looking, her pink shorts sporting a huge wet stain between her thighs as her twin’s issue oozed out of her well-used slit. The golden butterfly charms on the necklace hanging over her upper chest gleamed in the light, almost mocking her as she shifted her shoulders and they glimmered. We’re a mark of your shame, they seemed to say. You’re just a little slut, and we’re proof of that.
“I’m not a slut,” she whispered to the empty air.
Liar.
The phone buzzed, and she tore her attention away from her reflection and automatically answered the call. “Hello?” she asked in a quiet, dead voice.
“Clo!” Hanna’s voice seemed to burst through the speaker, her words filled with excitement and energy. “You’re back!”
“Yeah. It was horrible.”
“Really bad?”
“No… Yes…” Chloe sighed and slumped down in her chair, trying to ignore the feeling of her sopping-wet panties wedging into her slit as her shorts rode up. “I got a third charm,” she said morosely as she flicked the charm with her fingernail.
“I’m so sorry.” Hanna brought her excitement down a few notches, sounding genuinely sympathetic for the little girl. “I had to… do stuff, too, this weekend. It all blurs together after a while.”
Behind her words Chloe could hear the sound of a chattering crowd, a mass of people all speaking different conversations with each other at the same time so that the buzzing hum was just a drone of incomprehensible gibberish. “Where are you?” the tiny blonde asked.
“I’m on campus, outside the library. Listen!” Hanna fell silent for a moment as she moved, and Chloe could hear the conversation-drone die a bit as the teenager found a quieter spot. “I managed to get into the library at the college today, and I think I found something!”
“What?!?” Chloe sat bolt-upright in her chair, all thoughts of discomfort vanishing as her pulse quickened. “What did you find?”
“I… don’t know.” The teenager was silent for a second, and then her words tumbled out of her in a rush. “I looked at a few pictures this morning and tried to copy what the college girls were wearing, so that I wouldn’t attract attention, and then got here. I snuck in past the security guard and tried to find some books on control or manipulation or sex or something!” Another breath, and Hanna pitched her voice even lower. “There was tons of stuff, but all the books were theoretical ‘n stuff. But I think I found something that is like totally weird and doesn’t make any sense!”
“What? What did you find?”
“I was up on the fourth floor, and I heard a bunch of people coming. A group of students, and they were dragging this scared girl with them, and they started – y’know, doing stuff, to her. I didn’t want to get involved, so I ducked down and hid in between the shelves. And I found a book… It’s a biography. Of Jenny McGuire. Published, like, twenty years ago!”
Chloe was silent as the thoughts whirled through her head, an image of the very-pregnant thirteen-year-old redhead she had met last week. “Twenty years, it can’t be her,” she suggested. “Maybe it’s another Jennifer McGuire, somebody else, like a relative or something.”
“No, listen!” There was a rustling, and then Hanna began to speak as though she were reading something out loud. “‘By the time she was twelve, Jennifer had a stable of thirty regulars that she would service properly each day. Because of her loyal service to the cause of the city, the Archons decided that they would reward her with a child of her own. The struggle over who would inseminate the cunt was titanic, but eventually The Filth won the right.’ I’ve only scanned a couple of pages, but it’s all in there, all of it, everything that I know about her! And it was written almost ten years before she was born!” Hanna fell silent, and Chloe could feel her hesitation even across the empty air. “I don’t know how…”
“What does it mean?” Chloe whispered as she shivered in fear. “I mean, that’s impossible! And what’s an Archon?”
“I don’t know. But it’s something. I…” Hanna’s voice faded slightly, and the ten-year-old could hear her friend speaking to someone else. “I’m just standing here talking to my… What do you…” Silence floated for another moment, and then Chloe heard a small scream and sounds of a struggle.
“Hanna!” The tiny blonde leapt up from her chair, her entire world focused on the phone. “Hanna, what’s going on?” She waited, her heart pounding in her chest, as she heard nothing but silence… and then breathing, heavy and dark and foreboding as someone else picked up the phone. “What have you done with Hanna?” Chloe screamed into the phone. “Don’t hurt her!”
The breathing continued – and then all the sound just stopped. Chloe tore the phone from her ear and looked at the screen just as the phone in her hand beeped and the screen turned red and announced that the call had ended.