A Little Red and a Little Pink
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Part 1: The Big Bad Wolf
Hazel glanced around the store nervously for what felt like the hundredth time since she had entered. Her paranoia told her it was suspicious for a woman in her mid-thirties to be shopping for Halloween costumes alone. It was the middle of a Monday, and Halloween was this Saturday, so the shop's patrons were primarily mothers dragging around children too young for school. The store was filled with high-pitched noises of delight as the children darted among the racks of costumes while their parents attempted to rein them in. There were a few people aside from Hazel who appeared to be shopping for themselves, but Hazel was sure that everyone somehow knew that she alone was here for a terrible purpose.
The costume store did not have a name; there was just a large sign outside proclaiming “Halloween Costumes” in giant letters. The building was some sort of warehouse, rented out seasonally to whoever wanted to set up shop. Hazel had bought her family's costumes at this location for the past two years but she had no idea if the same person or company had been running the store each year. The building was a single large room with costumes hung in freestanding racks and on shelves along the walls. There were also small sections of the space devoted to Halloween decorations and toys. Hazel threaded her way between the families and costumes until she reached the far end of the warehouse. There were two doors for restrooms near her, but she was standing in front of a door that simply said “Office” on the nameplate.
Hazel knocked once and heard a muffled invitation to enter. Her heart beat faster as she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. As she stepped into the small room, Hazel expected Chris Hansen to pop out with a camera crew and ask her to take a seat. Instead, all she found was a sparsely decorated office dominated by a large wooden desk. Behind the desk, facing Hazel, was thin blond man dressed in a business casual blue button-down shirt. The man's eyes darted away from the monitor and slid up from Hazel's waist, to her chest, and finally to her face. Hazel closed the door behind her, ignoring the casual once-over. Luckily the glance remained casual: her assets were not well-displayed under the jeans and dark sweater that she was wearing.
“Can I help you?” the man asked with a salesman's lazy smile, not even bothering to stand up.
Hazel found herself biting the inside of her cheek and tried to relax. She matched his fake smile with one her own and said, “Yeah, I came in to pick up an online order.”
“Ah,” the man's eyebrows twitched before his bland smile returned. This store did not have a website and did not officially sell anything online. However, people browsing certain illicit websites occasionally stumbled across an email address to contact about their interests. Fate had intervened when Hazel reached out about her unhealthy desires. There were only three locations in the country that sold these particular products and she had been shocked to find that one of them was in her city. Taking that as a sign from some unholy god, Hazel had placed an order, and now she had given the pass phrase identifying herself to the man. With a smile that looked a shade more genuine, the man gestured for Hazel to take a seat in one of the two wooden chairs in front of his desk, which she did. The man looked back at his monitor and asked, “Order number?”
Hazel's hopes had burned it into her memory. “835.”
“Got it.” The man's eyes skimmed a few lines of text on the screen. Then he turned his attention to a drawer next to his leg and opened it far. He took an opaque white package from the drawer and set it down on the desk. Across the white surface of the package, “835” was scrawled in permanent marker. The man looked up at Hazel and held his hand out on the desk, palm up.
Hazel found herself biting her cheek again and stopped the nervous habit. She pulled her purse onto her lap and held it in both hands. Hesitantly, she said, “I'm not exactly sure that I- I mean, I don't just want to-”
The man sighed and scooted his chair back two feet from the desk. It was not his sigh that stopped Hazel mid-sentence, it was the sight of his half-erect cock protruding from his khakis. Without any apparent embarrassment at exposing his member to someone he had just met, the man looked under his desk and snapped his fingers at something. “Out. Stand up.”
Hazel almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a little girl's muffled voice respond, “Yes, Master.”
From beneath the wooden desk, Hazel watched a small girl appear. She was perhaps 9 years old with blonde hair, a few shades lighter than the man's, pulled back in a ponytail. At first Hazel thought that the girl was naked except for the thin white belt that circled her waist above her butt cheeks. Then, at a gesture from the man, the girl turned in place. Hazel saw that the “belt” was actually the strap of a white loincloth that covered the girl's pussy but not her ass. The girl was topless, although both of her puffy nipples were pierced by thin gold bars. She also had a piece of twisted gold medal wrapped around her left bicep, although Hazel had no idea how the armlet did not fall down her skinny arm. The girl actually had quite a dark tan, lending more credibility to this Egyptian look. The dark skin effect was somewhat spoiled by obvious bikini tan lines around her pierced nipples and her waist. The girl's eyes were a startling shade of green, so much so that Hazel suspected she was wearing colored contact lenses.
The man had been eying the girl's pert butt ever since she had turned to face Hazel. The man reached out and began fondling the girl's bare ass as he resumed talking to Hazel. “I'd like you to meet my daughter, Diana. She's an Egyptian slavegirl this week.”
Well, that effectively shut down Hazel's doubts about the costume she was purchasing. Hazel watched with wide eyes as the man pulled his unresisting daughter onto his lap. Diana stared vacantly in Hazel's direction as the man adjusted her on his lap, looking very much like a large doll. The man seemed satisfied when his stiffening shaft was wedged between the girl's ass cheeks. In spite of herself, Hazel realized she was growing aroused at the sight of the man fondling the preteen. It was almost as good as seeing one of her own dark fantasies come to life.
“Now, if you don't mind.” The man's blue eyes stared at Hazel over the top of Diana's blonde head. He was barely paying attention to his daughter now and his hands roamed over her slender body with casual possessiveness. Hazel was tense, trying not to show her lust for the girl. Her hand jerked upward robotically, holding out the envelope across the desk. The man's hands were busy pawing at the jewelry bisecting Diana's nipples, so he said, “Take it.”
“Yes Master,” the slavegirl said, her voice tight with either arousal or discomfort at her father's ministrations to her nipples. She reached out and took the envelope from Hazel's hand. Their fingers brushed for a moment and Hazel whipped her hand back as if she had been burned. Diana put the envelope on her lap, which of course drew Hazel's attention to the flimsy loincloth between the girl's skinny legs.
“She's... very beautiful,” Hazel said hoarsely. She coughed to clear her throat.
The lower half of the man's face was blocked by his daughter's head, but Hazel thought he smiled as he said, “I'm happy with her. You remember all the instructions for using the costume?”
“Oh, er, yes,” Hazel said, remembering her business here. She could not sit in the office watching the preteen getting molested all day, no matter how much she might want to.
The man squinted at her, apparently not believing her answer, although Hazel thought it was unfair of him to judge a starving woman when he had a feast on his lap. He might be desensitized to the almost-naked girl, but Hazel was mesmerized by the child. In the end, the man decided not to repeat what he had told her in the email, but he did say, “Since you said she probably wouldn't try it on for you willingly, I put a pill in the bag with your pendant. Dissolve it in something she drinks. It's fast-acting but it lasts less than an hour.”
Hazel nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak. She pulled the white package onto her lap and curled her hands around it tenderly. The man directed Diana to return to her place under his desk and he slid his chair forward again so that his legs were covered by the wooden surface. Hazel left the office without saying much more and as she closed the door behind her, she heard quiet slurping begin inside the room. Hazel hugged her purchase to her stomach as she walked out of the store. Her daughter would be home from school soon and she needed to get ready.
Olivia stretched out horizontally on the couch in the den as she watched TV. The 10-year-old, or as she preferred to think of herself, the almost-11-year-old, was enjoying the mindless fun of cartoons after another day of school. She was wearing the same white t-shirt and capris that she had worn to school, although she had pulled out her ponytail so that her wavy brown hair was splayed around her head as she rested it against the armrest. Soon enough her mother would probably begin pressuring her to work on homework. In fact, she had been hovering around Olivia ever since Olivia had gotten home today. Right now she could hear her mother bustling around in the kitchen a few feet behind the couch.
There was a hiss of air close by and Olivia sat up to see what it was. Her mother was standing behind the couch with a recently opened can of Dr. Pepper in one hand. Before Olivia could ask, her mother held out the can to her, which Olivia took greedily. Soda was supposed to be a reward for good behavior and her health-conscious parents rarely let her have it. Her mother explained with a small smile, “I thought you might want a bit of sugar before you get started on your homework.”
“Thanks,” Olivia said, taking a large gulp of the fizzy drink before her mother could take it away. “But, Mom, I've got, like, the whole night.”
Her mother seemed unusually interested in watching Olivia drink the soda. Even more unusual was how quickly she gave in, shrugging and saying, “At least think about knocking out one subject before dinner. I don't want you pushing everything off to the last minute.”
After promising to think about it, and being very careful not to promise anything more, Olivia laid back down on the couch and her mother disappeared upstairs. Olivia continued sipping at her soda for another 10 minutes, finishing it shortly before the cartoon ended. She did not even realize that she had been drifting off to sleep until a sudden clattering startled her. She had dropped the TV remote from her hand and it had tumbled to the laminate floor. Olivia pushed herself up into a sitting position and found that even that small shift in position was difficult. She did not feel physically weak but she was mentally exhausted and trying to stay awake was like trying to win an arm wrestling contest against herself. Olivia turned her head, trying to find something to focus on, but the room was spinning and staying awake was growing more difficult with each passing second. Olivia slumped over on the couch as she lost the battle against her own exhaustion. Her eyes closed heavily and the last things she heard before sleep bound her were the soft sounds of bare feet approaching her on the hard floor.
Hazel reached up to wipe her forehead with the palm of her hand. She continued the motion along the curve of her scalp, brushing her hair away from her eyes. She was breathing heavily from the exertion of carrying Olivia's unconscious body up the stairs. Olivia was laying on her back on top of her teal comforter, looking as if she were quite naturally asleep on her own bed. Pictures of her and her friends decorated the wall and, on a shelf above her headboard, a row of old stuffed animals stared down impartially at the scene. Hazel felt nearly equal amounts of guilt and lust at the thought of taking her daughter's innocence in her own bedroom but lust had won the day, as it so often did.
The air conditioner sprang to life, sending a weak draft of cool air into Olivia's room. Hazel enjoyed the artificial breeze while she looked down at her daughter. Hazel was completely naked, having gone to her own room to strip out of her clothes while she had been waiting for the drug to take effect. It was incredibly freeing to walk naked in her home, and infinitely more so when she had carried Olivia upstairs and felt the preteen's body against her bare skin.
Hazel's mouth was dry as she bent over Olivia's sleeping form. Her hands actually shook a little as she pulled Olivia's shirt upwards, exposing the girl's pale skin inch by inch. With some difficulty, Hazel manipulated Olivia's limp arms until she had pulled the top off of the girl. Next came the white training bra, which quickly joined the tank top next to Olivia's face on the pillow. Hazel swallowed as she looked at her daughter's developing chest. The slight puffiness of that area could have just as easily been attributed to rather pervy bees who had decided to sting Olivia's nipples, because those tiny mounds certainly did not deserve to be called breasts yet. Olivia's nipples were the size of quarters and several shades darker than the pale skin of her breastlets, as if she had gone out and tanned only those two tiny circles. Hazel found them entrancing.
Almost of its own volition, Hazel's hand reached out and pinched her daughter's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. In her excitement, Hazel squeezed tighter than she meant to. She went rigid with fear as Olivia's breath hitched, but in the next moment the preteen settled back into her normal breathing rhythm. Hazel took a steadying breath. There would be time enough to play with Olivia later. Hazel bent forward again and unfastened Olivia's capris. She pulled Olivia's pants and panties down to her ankles, sighing in pleasure as she revealed the little girl's bare pussy. In short order, Hazel had removed the bottoms as well as Olivia's socks, so the delicate thing was completely naked on the bed.
Hazel climbed onto the mattress with her daughter, nudging Olivia's limp body over to make more room on the small bed. She curled up on her side next to Olivia and reached out to explore the girl's body with her hand. She marveled at the silky feeling of Olivia's skin, unbelievably soft against her fingertips. For several minutes Hazel laid happily on her side, touching her sleeping daughter all over. Hazel pulled Olivia's head against her breasts, so that Olivia's every breath tickled Hazel's bare skin. Hazel began to masturbate, reaching between her own legs now to tease her clit. This morning she had given herself the most thorough shave of her life, so that her now-hairless pussy resembled Olivia's. She curled up as close as she could to Olivia, so that their bodies would touch as much as possible.
As Hazel rubbed her clit and the lips of her pussy, she nuzzled her chin against Olivia's head. She breathed in the scent of her daughter's shampoo and spoke softly to the girl, knowing that she would never hear. “I'm so sorry about this, sweetie. I've tried... I've tried so hard to be a good mother. I tried to be good, to not think about you... like this. But it's been so hard. You're a beautiful girl. You get prettier every day and I just... I just can't stop myself anymore. You're so sweet... so perfect... so sexy and innocent at the same time.”
Hazel rubbed herself more roughly between her legs as she continued to speak. She began pumping a few fingers in and out of her snatch, imagining that it was Olivia fisting her. She might have even tried to make that work with Olivia's limp hand, but she was too caught up in her own words and pleasure to stop now. In a much more hoarse voice than she had begun with, Hazel continued, “I love you so much, baby girl. This doesn't change that. I promise. I'll be an even better mother. It'll be even better when we're together. We'll be so close. It'll be so much fun. You'll be my sexy little girl. We can touch each other... taste each other... love each other... forever.”
Hazel gasped, shivering against Olivia as she brought herself to the most satisfying orgasm she had experienced in years. Olivia slept on obliviously as Hazel trembled next to her, but just being naked in the same bed with her daughter was sheer bliss. When her orgasm had subsided, Hazel pulled her fingers out of her hot sex. They were slick with her oils and the smell of sex rolled over Hazel as she examined her hand. The decision did not take long. Hazel reached up and slid her glistening fingers into Olivia's slack mouth. The preteen continued breathing peacefully as Hazel rolled her fingers around Olivia's tongue, mixing her juices with Olivia's saliva. Hazel withdrew her hand somewhat cleaner hand and wiped it dry by rubbing between Olivia's legs.
“Looks like you're all wet down there,” Hazel murmured, looking at the preteen's newly glistening pussy. “But we don't have time to play more, yet. You'll be waking up soon.”
Olivia groaned and rolled over onto her belly, nearly falling off of her bed in the process. The shock of almost rolling off of the bed sent a rush of adrenaline through her system and her eyes shot open as she pushed herself back from the precipice. The adrenaline spike was short-lived and Olivia felt exhaustion pressing on her again, like someone had stuffed her mind with damp cotton. She remained still for several moments before deciding not to let sleep reclaim her.
Olivia sat up in bed groggily, rubbing her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Her mouth did not have the hair-curling taste that it usually did when she woke up in the mornings. Instead, there was a tinge of tart sweetness, like she had eaten candy before going to sleep. Olivia opened her mouth in a large yawn as she turned and saw her mother standing a few feet away. Caught in the middle of her yawn, Olivia did not say anything at first.
“About time you woke up,” her mother said with a smile. She had her hands behind her back, holding something that Olivia could not see. For some reason she was wearing her blue bathrobe, which was wrapped tightly around her with a belt at the waist. Seeing Olivia's confusion, her mother volunteered, “I got sweaty working around the house and took a quick shower.”
Olivia barely heard the explanation. She had just looked down at herself and noticed what she was wearing. Aside from a few red and white pieces of fabric, she was naked! Olivia looked up from her lap, already opening her mouth to shriek at her mother. But her mother was holding a mirror in front of her, the thing she had been hiding behind her back. It was a plain mirror, a one foot by one foot square, trimmed with gold. It usually hung as a decoration in the kitchen. Olivia saw her upper half of her body reflected back at her. She was wearing some kind of red and white crop top that barely stretched halfway down her ribs. She was also wearing some kind of red cape, fastened at the neck with an oval broach. The plain stone set in the broach had been white when Olivia first caught sight of the reflection but in an instant it began glowing with pink light.
Olivia found her body rigid as the pink light swelled in the mirror. Her eyes were locked on the small stone resting on her collarbone. Her thoughts and emotions began to evaporate like puddles under a noonday sun. The pink light grew brighter until it blotted out all of her surroundings and the mirror seemed like a solid sheet of pink. New ideas bloomed in her head, starting to fill the void left by her old thoughts. Olivia stared vacantly at the pink sun as it molded her mind and–
“How do you feel?” her mother asked, seemingly nervous for some reason.
Olivia looked up from the mirror for a moment and looked back down. All she could really see was the top, and the cape with its small white broach. She shrugged and gave her mother a lopsided grin. “I think I need a bigger mirror.”
Olivia crawled off of her bed and stood up while her mother watched in silence, lowering the small mirror. With a bemused look at her mother, Olivia walked to her bathroom and examined herself in the large mirror that dominated the wall above the sink. The most identifying part of the costume was the deep red cape tied to her neck by the broach. The cape was only long enough to cover Olivia's back, not even reaching her butt. Of course it had a hood, which was hanging limply on her back with the rest of the cape at the moment. The top of the costume was a skintight crop top of red and white fabric that was barely wider than the width of her hand. There was also a one-inch vertical gap in the middle of her chest that was bridged by crisscrossing red ribbon that held the two sides of the top together on her body, and ended in a bow at the neckline. The bottom half of the outfit was a red miniskirt trimmed with white lace and a few red ribbon bows. The miniskirt was riding very low on Olivia's hips but it still just barely covered the bottom of her butt cheeks when standing perfectly still. The outfit was completed by sheer white thigh-highs and red heels.
Olivia was thrilled with every part of the costume. It was the coolest and cutest outfit she had ever seen, definitely better than anything her friends had been talking about wearing this year. The microskirt fluttered as Olivia turned to check out the back of the costume in the mirror. Her pert butt lent a nice curve to the skirt, although the thin fabric might have covered more if she did not have such a shapely ass. As the skirt swirled, she had seen that she was not wearing any panties but that felt right to her. This costume was clearly designed to be worn without underwear. As Olivia continued to admire herself, she noticed that her irises had somehow been stained pink, but she found that she liked the effect.
“Ohmygod, I love it!” Olivia chirped excitedly, rushing out of the bathroom. Her mother was waiting, rooted in the same spot, but as Olivia rushed to her and pulled her into a hug, tension melted away. Her mother returned the hug, rubbing her hand on Olivia's short cape in large circles before Olivia pulled away.
“Great, sweetie. I knew you'd be perfect as a Slutty Red Riding Hood,” her mother said, watching as Olivia bent her head forward to continue inspecting herself. “Why don't you change out of it and I'll keep it folded up until Saturday?”
A stab of fear struck Olivia and she shivered. It was the same kind of unfounded but equally unrelenting fear that had led her to check under head bed for monsters every night when she had been little. The thought of taking off her skimpy costume was like contemplating her own death: she could think about it in the abstract but the idea was still terrifying. She backed away from her mother defensively, hugging herself as if afraid that her mother might pull the crop top right off of her. Her pink eyes wide with fear, Olivia shook her head and said, “No, please, I don't want to. I want to keep wearing it.”
Her mother looked oddly pleased with Olivia's reaction. Olivia flinched back when her mother took a step forward, but the woman only pulled Olivia into another hug. “Don't worry. You don't have to take it off yet. I won't make you.”
Olivia relaxed as her mother continued murmuring words of reassurance. In the next moment, the hug turned strange as Olivia felt her mother's right hand slide along the curve of her back to rest on her skirt and gently cup her ass cheek. Olivia pulled away uncomfortably, under the pretense of admiring her outfit again. She sat down on her bed and fiddled with the decorative ribbons while pretending to ignore her mother's unreadable expression. When her mother raised her hands, Olivia looked up from the bed. Her mother was not undoing her bathrobe but she was pulling it wide at the neck like she was trying to expose her cleavage. Instead, what Olivia saw first was a small pendant resting on her mother's collarbone. The bauble was a wolf head of mottled gray and black, with yellow eyes and a permanent snarl etched into its muzzle. It was difficult to see details because the stylized head was only the size of a circled thumb and forefinger. But as soon as Olivia glanced at the necklace, the yellow eyes melted into pink pinpricks of light. Although she was not aware of it, Olivia's newly pink eyes briefly glowed brighter in response.
“Mommy,” Olivia said, looking up at her mother's face vacantly. “What big eyes you have!”
Her mother was undoing the ties at her waist. The bathrobe slid from her body like water to puddle at her feet. Olivia did not react to seeing her mother's nakedness beneath the robe. Olivia's eyes were fixed on her mother's face, waiting for the next cue in the scene that had been triggered in her mind. Her mother stepped a little closer to the bed, looking down at Olivia with a big smile. “The better to see you with, my dear.”
Olivia immediately scooted further back on the bed and spread her legs apart. The tiny skirt, already barely adequate, gave up its fight for her modesty and slid up around her hips as her thighs stretched wide. The skirt was more of a red belt now and Olivia looked bottomless as she spread her legs for her mother. Olivia grinned obliviously as her mother stared hungrily between her legs.
In a few moments, Olivia's pink eyes focused on her mother's mouth. “Mommy, what big lips you have!”
“The better to kiss you with, my dear,” her mother said with a wolfish smile as she leaned over the bed. Olivia propped herself up on her elbows, keeping her legs spread as her mother hunched over her. Their puckered lips met in a kiss that quickly deepened as her mother pressed down on top of her. Olivia returned the kiss passionately and the two spent several minutes exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.
Olivia was breathless when her mother finally pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes darted from her mother's face to her hands. “Mommy, what big hands you have!”
“The better to touch you with, my dear,” her mother answered, nudging Olivia further back on the bed as she spoke. Olivia slid her bare bottom over the blanket to give her mother space to get on the bed with her. Her mother slid onto the bed and pulled Olivia against her naked body. Olivia giggled delightedly as her mother's hands slid over her bare skin. The woman pulled Olivia's mouth to her breast and Olivia sucked on the nipple happily. Eventually Olivia adapted to her mother's touches and began to run her small hands over her mother's more pronounced curves. The two of them curled together happily on Olivia's bed, moving only when it was time to explore new areas of their bodies.
After over half an hour twined with her mother, Olivia noticed, “Mommy, what a big tongue you have!”
Her mother withdrew the three fingers that she had been worming up Olivia's ass. With a steadily widening smile, her mother said, “The better to eat you with, my dear.”
Olivia automatically rolled onto her back and her mother pushed her firmly, almost roughly, away so that Olivia's bare cunny was by her mother's head. Olivia mewled in pleasure as her mother lowered her head and began to explore Olivia's pussy with her tongue. After wetting Olivia's clit with saliva, her mother started working her tongue between Olivia's folds, pressing deeper and deeper. Olivia twitched as her mother's tongue rubbed her most sensitive place. She shivered and begged her mother to go deeper, to eat her completely. When Olivia finally reached her orgasm, her mother lapped up the juices she had produced, like a dog drinking her fill.
Part 2: The Woodsman
Hazel drove contentedly along the streets of the suburb, for once without listening to the radio. Instead, she was enjoying the quiet squelching sounds emanating from the back seat, where Olivia was thrusting Hazel's dildo in and out of herself. She was wearing her Slutty Red Riding Hood costume and her pink eyes were glazed with lust as she brought herself to the second orgasm of the car ride. Olivia had not even asked where they were going when Hazel had told her to get in the car. The wolf pendant made things so much simpler with Olivia, as long as Olivia was wearing her costume.
Part of the costume's enchantment was its allure to the preteen. Olivia never wanted to take the slutty outfit off and it took half an hour of coaxing and promises just to get her to take a shower or get ready for school. Despite her attachment, Olivia made no mention of the costume when she was not wearing it, let alone the horrible acts that she performed in it. But whenever Hazel showed Olivia the costume, the little girl practically ripped her clothes off to put on the slutty thing. So the rest of the week had passed by in a blur of sex intermixed with longing each day as Hazel waited for Olivia to get home from school. Now it was Saturday, Halloween, and Hazel was trying to figure out how to break the news to her daughter that she could not go out trick-or-treating in a miniskirt and crop top.
Hazel pulled into the driveway of a nondescript house. The garage was open and empty, so she pulled all the way inside. With a low rumbling, the overhead motor sprang to life and the garage door slid closed behind Hazel's car. There was no one in the garage, so someone must have used a remote control. Hazel turned off the car, and with a word to her daughter, opened her door. In the back, Olivia pulled the dildo out of herself with a wet sucking sound. She licked the plastic toy with her tongue, lapping at the fluid coating it as if she were recapturing stray drops of a melting ice cream cone. When the dildo was more or less clean, Olivia left it on the seat next to her and scooted out of the car to join Hazel. Hazel saw a delicious flash of Olivia's pink pussy before her miniskirt fell back into place.
Olivia followed Hazel as Hazel walked over to the door connecting the garage to the interior of the house. Hazel knocked twice on the door and someone on the other side opened it immediately. The door swung inward to reveal a thin blond man, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs with a gray waistband. Hazel stiffened in shock as she recognized the man who had sold her the slutty costume that her daughter was wearing. She put her arm out protectively, pulling Olivia back a little behind her.
“What-? What the hell are you doing here?” Hazel sputtered.
The man's blue eyes regarded Hazel impassively without even looking down at Olivia. “It's my house. What are you doing here dressed like that?”
Distracted, Hazel looked down at herself. She had no socks or shoes on. The only thing she was wearing was a white babydoll that she had not put on for her husband in years. The entire top was nearly transparent, although there was a tight sequin pattern over her breasts to obscure her nipples. The top hung loosely over her curves, stopping half a foot below her waist. Beneath it, she could see that she was wearing the matching sheer, white panties that put her shaved pussy on display. She whipped her head back up and froze when she found the man holding his right fist up a foot away from her face.
“Calm down.” As the man spoke, the ring on his middle finger reacted. The ring was a simple gold band, a little thicker than a wedding ring might be. In the middle, staring at Hazel like an eye, was a perfectly circular diamond. The stone was set into the ring itself, not rising up in a setting like an engagement ring. At the man's words, the clear diamond flared with pink light. The light washed over Hazel, bathing her face in pink. Hazel's eyes glazed over and her shoulders slumped downward as all tension melted away. She forgot not only what she had been worried about, but also that she had even been worried in the first place. The man lowered his ring. Hazel continued standing placidly in her lingerie as the man repeated the process with Olivia, although he told her to “Obey” instead.
“I'm glad you came; come on in,” the man said politely. Hazel and Olivia followed the man into his home and he led them to his den where they sat down on the couch. There were two small girls rolling around on the carpet in front of the couch and giggling. Hazel recognized the blonde as the man's daughter, Diana, who was still wearing her loincloth and the rest of her slavegirl costume.
The other girl giggling on the floor, a brunette, looked to be about Diana's age. She was wearing a gold ballgown decorated with two large bows and strips of darker gold lace. She was also wearing a small tiara that kept her long hair somewhat in check. Based on the color of the dress and the age of the girl, Hazel guessed that she was supposed to be Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Unlike the slavegirl or the Red Riding Hood costume, the ballgown was full length and would have reached near the girl's ankles if she had been standing up. The trait that made this doubtlessly called the “Slutty Belle” costume was that all of the material, save the lace, was almost completely transparent, like the lingerie that Hazel was wearing. The girl's skin had a bit of a golden tinge beneath the dress, but it was all visible.
A moment later the girls stopped giggling and Diana wormed her head under the hem of the brunette's dress. Through the sheer fabric, Hazel could see everything as Diana pushed the girl's legs wider apart and buried her tongue in the girl's tiny slit. The brunette's eyes widened with pleasure and Hazel noticed that they were a shade of red. The man sat down on a chair next to the couch, looking at the preteens on the floor with undisguised lust and a tent in his underwear. Hazel recognized the man's lust and even appreciated how pretty the girls were, but she felt no lust of her own. Beside her on the couch, Olivia was also watching the younger girls dispassionately.
“Not really fair, I guess,” the man said when he finally looked up from the writhing preteens and saw Hazel's placid expression. He held up his ring towards her. He was farther away this time but the pink light pierced her mind all the same. “No loud noises. No trying to escape. No hurting me. You must obey me. But you can return to normal otherwise.”
Hazel tensed as emotions roiled back through her head, no longer held at bay by the command to remain calm. Anger boiled over stronger even than her lust for the little girls in front of her. She ignored the children and glared at the man from the couch, curling her hands into fists. Chewing back much more expressive language, Hazel hissed, “What the hell are you doing?”
The man shrugged in the most infuriating way possible. “I think that's pretty obvious. Want to try a better question?”
Hazel jumped up from the couch and choked on a scream, literally. The scream would not pass her lips. At a word from the man, Hazel sat back down and remained glued to the couch. Hazel trembled impotently for several seconds. When she was finally able to speak, she said through gritted teeth, “Why did you bring me and Olivia here? How-?”
“Because I've been looking for another bitch and another tween. I didn't know what your daughter – Olivia – looked like, but after seeing you I guessed she'd be cute. As for how, didn't you ever think that the pendant might do more then let you influence Red Riding Hood? I'm guessing you finally saw yourself wearing it in a mirror yesterday, because that's when you called me. You don't remember that call, of course. Just like you haven't noticed that you haven't taken the pendant off since the first time you put it on.” The man seemed to be teetering on the edge of boredom but at least he answered this time.
Hazel's next question was preempted by the small brunette on the floor crying out in an orgasm. Hazel looked down, entranced by lust instead of magic this time, as the girl shivered and thrashed her skinny limps against the carpet, crying out in bliss. When the brunette finally went limp in the afterglow of her orgasm, Diana crawled out from beneath the dress. The almost-naked slavegirl turned her unnatural green eyes to her father expectantly. Her lips sparkled with the juices she had managed to coax out of the other girl.
The man gestured at the couch. “Go greet Olivia. Olivia, this is Diana, you are very turned on by her.”
Olivia nodded her assent as the slavegirl prostrated herself before her father and said, “Yes, Master.”
Diana crawled onto the couch beside Olivia, green eyes meeting pink as they looked at each other lustily. Hazel turned away from the man, unable to stop herself from watching the display. Diana's hand crept under Olivia's miniskirt to caress the older girl's pussy. Olivia pulled the blonde's head to her with both hands and began a deep kiss. Hazel almost creamed herself on the couch as she watched the preteens sharing the taste of a third girl's pussy between them. Olivia's hands slid down to the slavegirl's naked chest as they continued to kiss. Olivia gently tweaked Diana's nipple piercings before wrapping her hands wider to the smaller girl's back and pulling her closer.
“Jenny, come here,” the man's voice cut across Hazel's excitement. She turned away from the wonderful sight of the girls to look at the evil man again.
“Okay.” On the floor, the Slutty Belle pushed herself up into a sitting position and brushed her dark hair back over her ears. She stood up and walked over, only a little unsteady on her feet, to the chair where the man was sitting. He pulled the girl, Jenny, onto his lap, giving Hazel a vivid flashback to his office where all of this started. The man pulled the preteen's dress up until it no longer covered her waist. Visually, there was almost no difference, but now the man could actually touch Jenny's wet pussy. The man rubbed his index finger along the girl's slit and brought the finger to his lips, tasting it as if he had swiped icing from a cake. Jenny returned Hazel's stare with her red eyes, wide with curiosity. She seemed oblivious, or at least uncaring, as the man dipped his finger between her skinny thighs a second time. When she spoke, her casualness was more unnerving than Diana's slavish obedience. “Are you here to play too?”
Hazel stared at the girl, unable to think of an answer. The man stepped in but instead of answering Jenny, he spoke to Hazel while he patted the small girl on the head. “Jenny here thinks that everything and anything that happens to her is normal and fun. You could tickle her belly or shove a 10-inch dildo up her ass, and she'll react the same.”
“Uh-huh,” the brunette bobbed her head happily. Then she frowned and tilted her head back to look up at the man. “I thought it was a foot long.”
The man patted her head again. “It was, but Diana could only fit the first 10 inches.”
Hazel looked away from the man again when a small foot kicked her bare thigh. Olivia was on her back on the couch and Diana was crouched on top of her on all fours. Hazel had a wonderful view of the slavegirl's bare backside and tight puckered asshole as the small girl bent down to keep kissing Olivia. The tiny Red Riding Hood skirt was up around Olivia's bellybutton and Olivia was bucking her hips urgently against Diana's hand as the younger girl continued to rub between her legs. The wet sounds of Diana's fingers slipping inside of Olivia's sex were echoed several seconds later, and Hazel swung her head back to look at the man.
Jenny had slid off of the man's lap and fished his cock out of his underwear. She was standing with her legs straight, but her upper body bent forward to suck the man's stiffening erection. It would probably have been more comfortable for the small girl to kneel between the man's legs, so Hazel could only assume that Jenny was putting on the show for her benefit, since the girl's flat ass was wiggling in Hazel's direction. Looking through the transparent ballgown was like looking through yellow-tinted glass: Hazel knew that the dress was there but her eyes still picked out all of Jenny's delicate curves.
“I really am glad you're here,” the man resumed his conversation with Hazel as if the brunette's head bobbing in his lap was an ordinary occurrence. Actually, Hazel supposed that it probably was. She had never felt such a strange mixture of hate and jealousy. She did not trust herself to speak and the man continued, “I've been worried about my wife, all alone.”
“Your... wife?” Hazel repeated dumbly. It was hard for her to imagine this pedophile with a wife, unless it was another tween stashed away somewhere. Her eyes dropped momentarily to the man's lap, which was shielded by Jenny's small head. The girl was redoubling her efforts and Hazel wondered if the man was close to cumming. His face was definitely tight with strain as Hazel looked back up.
“Yeah,” the man said with gritted teeth. “You'll... meet her... in a... Shit- don't swallow!”
The last part was directed at the brunette sucking him off. The man lost control, and the muscles of his legs and stomach tightened as he blew his load in the preteen's mouth. Jenny made a gurgling sound as the man sprayed strings of cum into the back of her mouth. She pulled back in a few seconds and only a small strand of cum dribbled over the her bottom lip as the man's deflating cock slid free. Hazel shuddered with lust as she saw the self-satisfied smile on the little girl's face. Jenny stood up straight, and as far as Hazel knew, still holding the man's semen in her mouth without swallowing.
“Now go give the pretty lady a kiss. And you, make sure to swallow it all,” the man said, turning his attention from Jenny to Hazel. Jenny forgot herself for a moment and her tight-lipped smile turned into a bigger grin. Another thread of cum oozed out over her bottom lip before she caught herself and closed her mouth tight. Hazel's shivered in lust and revulsion as the petite girl turned her red eyes to Hazel.
“Wait, no. I don't want to do this,” Hazel said as the Slutty Belle walked to the couch. It was perhaps the stupidest thing she could have said, given the circumstances. The man's command kept her rooted to the couch as Jenny stood in front of her and leaned forward. For a brief second Hazel considered pushing the girl away, but that would only delay things until the man gave her another command to stop her from resisting. And despite what was coming, Hazel found the idea of kissing this pretty girl intoxicating.
Jenny's small lips met Hazel's and for one moment it was sweet and delicious. Then Jenny puckered more and squeezed out a spurt of warm, salty cum into Hazel's mouth. Hazel grimaced but she started to swallow the sticky liquid. Jenny's small tongue darted into Hazel's mouth, bringing more of the slimey spunk. Their tongues met but Hazel could taste nothing of the little girl. The only flavor in Hazel's mouth was salt as Jenny worked to transfer all of the cum she had sucked out of the man. Hazel's small rebellion and pleasure came from roaming her hands over the preteen's body, although she was somewhat cheated because Jenny's large dress prevented Hazel from truly feeling her skin. The kiss, if it could be called that, lasted over a minute before Jenny was apparently satisfied that she had passed all the cum that she could. The preteen pulled back from the kiss and Hazel swallowed the residue in her mouth until only the flavor remained. Jenny did not move away, even as Hazel continued to fondle her.
“You're lucky,” the brunette giggled as Hazel cupped her butt cheeks. “He wanted you to have all of it.”
“Okay, Jenny,” the man said, drawing the little girl's attention, as well as Hazel's. Diana and Olivia continued to twine around each other obliviously on the couch. Sometime during Hazel's and Jenny's kiss, Diana had twisted to face the opposite direction and the two girls were in the middle of mutual cunnilingus. While the 69 would have been thrilling to Hazel at any other time, she was increasingly getting the feeling that the man was tiring of her. The man continued talking to Jenny, “Why don't you go put on that new strap-on so you can play with Olivia too.”
“Oh yeah!” Jenny brightened, wiggling out of Hazel's grasping hands and scampering away to another room.
“Don't forget to lube it up first,” the man called after the preteen, who shouted something back that might have been an acknowledgment. The man smiled at Hazel, which did not comfort her in the slightest, and said, “Strip out of that and follow me.”
Obediently, Hazel stood up removed her white lingerie. It was not until she was naked that she realized that the skimpy outfit actually had provided her with some sense of security. Now she lacked even nominal protection as the man led her out of the room and upstairs. The house was a bizarre mix of normal and obscene. Just on the way to the stairs, Hazel saw a bookcase and potted plants, but also a large hanging photograph of Diana being spit roasted by two boys her own age. The boys seemed to be dressed as cavemen: they were wearing furry loincloths that were pulled aside so that they could stuff their dicks inside the little girl. Hazel shivered with lust as the man led her past even more disturbing pictures, with a variety of different children, before coming to a stop in front of a closed door.
“After you.” The man opened the door and Hazel wrinkled her nose as the smell of sex rolled out like a wave. Hazel stepped into the room, unable to stop herself.
Hazel took in the entire room in a sweeping glance but it took her much longer to process everything. There was no furniture, although the plush carpet was covered in some places by large pillows. In the center of the room, a naked man and woman curled up against each other in sleep. From their odd positions, Hazel realized that the man's deflated cock was in the woman's mouth, as if they had fallen asleep in the middle of oral sex, or shortly after it. Near the couple there was a large German Shepard lying on its belly. By the time the door had fully opened, the dog was on its feet and walking over to investigate the visitors.
There was one other German Shepard in the room, and one other human. Near the far wall of the room, the second dog was in the middle of knotting with a small blonde girl. The girl looked to be somewhere between Olivia's and Diana's ages, unless she had just begun developing early. She was on her hands and knees, giggling enthusiastically as the large dog humped against her. She was wearing a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader costume, although the blue top tied over her small chest was sheer fabric like Belle's ballgown. She also wore white boots and tiny white shorts, but the shorts were pulled down to her knees so that the dog could fuck her. The cheerleader's hair was a darker blonde than the man's, and a shade that was surprisingly close to her eyes, the color of beaten gold. The girl continued giggling as the dog froze and then strained against her, filling her with cum. There were two discarded blue-and-white pompoms near the girl, but the white plastic handles were molded into dildos rather than traditional handles.
“Ah, right, introductions,” the man said as Hazel gaped at the obscene room. The dog, the one not currently knotted to a preteen, had come up to Hazel and was sniffing her curiously. In the center of the room, the man and woman also began to stir. The master ignored humans and dogs alike as he explained to Hazel, “The cheerleader over there is Alex, although I've been calling her Lexi in this outfit. She won't be in here much longer. She's one of Diana's friends but she's being punished for trying to escape when Diana was helping her change into this costume. Not much of a punishment, since the costume makes her happy and horny all the time, but what can you do?”
Hazel did not say anything. The naked man and woman had gotten up, but they remained on all fours like animals. They both padded over to Hazel like the German Shepard had done, until all three were at her knees and seeking her attention. As she looked down at their vacant eyes, Hazel saw that the man's irises were red and the woman's irises were unnervingly close to white, only a few shades darker than the rest of her eyes. The woman was completely naked but Hazel saw that the man wore a cartoonish pendant stylized as the beast head from Beauty and the Beast. The small eyes of the pendant were the same hue as the man's eyes. Hazel's stomach did backflips as she looked down at him and she resisted the urge to touch the similar stylized pendant at her own throat.
The man continued, pointing to their new audience in turn as he spoke, “The dog is Blaze, and that one with Lexi is Butch. The guy, you probably guessed, is Jenny's dad, and another of my customers. And last but not least, we have my loving wife, Teresa.”
It did not take a great leap of intuition for Hazel to guess what would happen to her. Instead of fear or anger, though, Hazel felt hollowness in her heart. There was nothing she could do, no way to resist. This outcome had been inevitable from the moment she had hung the wolf head around her neck. In a flat voice, Hazel asked, “So, what now?”
“Now you get on your knees, bitch,” the man said as dispassionately as Hazel. She sunk to her knees in front of him and the animals, both human and canine, nosed her naked body curiously. The man started to lift his ring towards Hazel's face.
“Wait!” Hazel's pink eyes widened. A sudden thought had chased away her apathy. To her surprise, the man actually paused and then let his hand drop. “Please, tell me. The things I felt for Olivia, the things I made her do... was that... was that me, or did you make me do it all?”
A grin tugged at the man's lips. He held up the ring and Hazel's mind melted under a burst of pink light.
