Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Suzy's story. Part V (FF/g, pedo, nc, rape) Hey please comment if you want more, would especially love to hear from female readers and while I do appreciate comments from anonymous Annie's (you know who you are :) If I can't respond to the person commenting it kind of defeats the purpose, anna33bukowsky@gmail.com Almost instinctively I took charge of the situation, I stopped cutting her clothes and, grabbing her wildly, tossing head by her hair I held the closed scissors against her throat so she knew the steel was there but there was no danger of me accidentally cutting her throat. "Listen bitch." I panted due to my exertions. "You're ours now, there's nothing you can do, no one knows you're here. Feel these scissors against your throat? If you don't shut and stop struggling it will take me 1 second to cut your fucking throat. So, you going to calm down?" This vicious threat worked and the terrified and outnumbered girl stopped struggling long enough for me to cut off the rest of her clothing while Ruth continued to pin her down on the sofa. Finally, she was ours; naked, bound and absolutely terrified. I knelt back on the floor, throwing her clothes towards the corner of the room, before turning back to face her. Ruth was pressing Charlotte's face sideways into the cushions of the sofa so that her eyes were forced to lock with mine. They were tear-filled and wild with fear of the unknown. She was not screaming yet, merely repeating in a series of sobs. "Please, miss, don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me." Silly bitch, I thought, a fly may as well ask a spider not to devour it. Motioning for Ruth to climb off her, I dragged Charlotte from the sofa onto the carpet, propping her up almost sideways against the furniture. My eyes feasted on her naked vulnerability as I grasped at her breasts and twisted them; she arched back against the sofa and now let out an agonised scream as my nails dug into her twisted flesh. As I let go, I gave each breast a sharp slap, before fixing her gaze once again. "See, we can do what we want to you now. Scream all you like, no-one can hear you. You are here just for us to play with, so you have a choice: make it difficult for us and you will suffer, I assure you of that, or just let us have our fun and you'll be ok. Understand?" I reinforced this last word by slapping her breasts again (and how the feel of my hand on her firm, yet pliant flesh, was heavenly) before slapping her face. Ruth now put her arm around terrified girl, gripping her roughly by the shoulder and pulling her into her; as she was pulled back against Ruth I leant forward and, slipping an arm around the girl's waist to balance myself, pressed my mouth onto one of her breasts and bit hard. The effect was electric; both on her and me. She bucked, writhed and screamed as my teeth dug into her fleshy mound and I had to grip the smooth skin of her waist to keep her still even though she was being held by Ruth. But, oh my God, the scream simply made my pussy ooze. I was finally doing what I'd wanted to do for months; inflicting unbearable pain on a young girl simply for my sexual pleasure - and I knew I had all weekend to inflict more pain on her. I drew back, a thread of my saliva stretching between my mouth and her breast until it broke. Her tits were as gorgeous as Ruth had described them, and I stared almost transfixed at my teeth-marks around her nipple; I'd done that? It was almost like branding the girl as my own personal property and I dropped my free hand to my rub my pussy through the denim of my jeans - even then I could feel a very slight damp feeling on my crotch as my excitement spread from my pussy. I looked up at Charlotte's face; Ruth had now moved her arm across the girl's throat which had stifled her screams and also now held her head steady. Our prey looked at me with terrified, tear-filled eyes, trying to plead for mercy even though Ruth was choking her. I smiled evilly at her and brought my face close to hers, I could feel her hot, panicked breath on my lips and nose as I balanced myself with my hands on her firm thighs. "Oh, you have no idea what's going to happen to you, you little slut." With that I pressed my lips onto hers and raped her mouth with my tongue as Ruth held her head rigid in her grip so hard that as I kissed Charlotte I could feel her choking as she tried to escape my tongue and Ruth's vice-like grip. With one hand held her shoulder to stop me toppling over on top of her but my other dug it's nails into her left thigh, I moved my legs so they were straddling her right leg and started to rub against and as she tried to scream against my over-powering mouth and physical force, and although the feel of her slender leg pressing against the denim of my jeans was almost minimal I orgasmed just through the sheer feeling of complete and utter sexual domination of a young girl. Over the next few minutes both Ruth and I sort of lost control of ourselves; the realisation that we had actually done it, that Charlotte was ours for the weekend. No-one knew where she was, no-one knew where we were. The weekend, as the saying goes, started here. Ruth, while still gripping Charlotte round the throat with her arm, forced her other hand between the girl's legs, almost punching her thighs apart before pressing her fingers against the youngsters pussy, she squeezed the soft mound, her nails combing the soft, new growth of pubic hair while one finger-tip pressed roughly between her pussy lips. I now got an obsession with Charlotte's breasts and her reaction to my maltreatment of them. I gripped both nipples with my fingers and thumbs and twisted and pulled them, loving the way her eyes filled with tears and the choked noises she was making despite Ruth's arm. I was also getting turned on by the way her initially very pale, white skin was rapidly reddening. I bit her breast again, hard until she screamed through Ruth's choke grip; her body writhing vainly against the grip of her captor and my teeth pressing hard into her firm, fleshy mound. I felt her small, nipple on my tongue and flicked it as I kept the pressure on her skin, before dragging my teeth back and clamping down on the girl's nipple. I looked up to see tears of pain absolutely streaming down her face which was contorted in both pain and fear. My pussy was on fire now; Christ knows what it will be like at the end of the weekend I thought. Ruth now dropped her mouth onto Charlottes neck and kissed and sucked at it, rather like a depraved female vampire, before breaking away but leaving a vivid love-bite on the teenager's slim neck. She caught my gaze and grinned. "I've always wanted to do that to the little teasers, but have never been able to as it's a bit obvious, gonna have fun with this little minx." I looked down and saw her middle finger jerking about inside Charlotte's pussy, the rest of her hand gripping the girl's crotch almost viciously tightly. I pulled the teenager's nipple as far as I could and shook it almost like a terrier with a rat; strange gurgling noises were coming from her pressured throat now it came back to me; I realised I actually had the power of life and death over someone; and it turned me on more than anything I'd ever experienced.. For a brutal few minutes we stamped our power all over the frightened, young girl; Ruth abusing her pussy with her darting fingers, whilst I assaulted her breasts (which, I'd decided, were going to get especially rough treatment over the next couple of days.), but finally our initial burst of energy began to drain and very slowly we slackened off our abuse. I slumped back with my legs tucked under each other, my panties so wet that the crotch of my jeans showed a very large damp patch, my pussy already feeling sensitive despite I hadn't even touched it yet - I felt as if just one finger tip would start an orgasm. I smiled evilly as I admired the marks my teeth had left on the teenager's firm breasts; very sparse flecks of the original very pale skin were almost totally hidden by red blotches or teeth marks. Ruth slowly released her grip on Charlotte's throat, allowing the red-faced girl to greedily suck air into her starved lungs. At the same time Ruth ripped her fingers from the girl's pussy making her cry out in shock and pain; clearly she hadn't enjoyed her initiation into our depravity. The girl slid sideways onto the floor, alternately gasping and sobbing. She looked up at us with tear-filled eyes, half fearful and half accusing. "Please, miss, please don't hurt me anymore. I won't tell anyone, miss, honest. Please just take me to the new Home. I promise I won't tell anyone. Please don't hurt me anymore." We both sniggered at this, before Ruth shattered her final delusion. "You're never going to another Home, you little slut. This is just the start." My personal exhaustion was only temporary; pushing my self to my feet I grasped Charlotte's hair and pulled her struggling to her feet. I moved around her and sat down on the sofa, the damp patch on my panties and jeans was spreading slowly and slightly coldly to my inner thighs (I knew I'd have to get naked soon), I jerked the girl's head forward so her body - made unstable by her restraints - fell over my lap; letting go of her hair I rested my right hand on her bare bottom. I gazed at the flesh; it was the same pale hue that her breasts were before I abused them into a mottled vivid red and I knew I was going to do the same to this. Ruth squatted down in front of Charlotte's head, lifting it by her hair and started to shower kisses on the girl's face; while I started to dig my nails slowly but viciously into the firm, smooth flesh of her buttocks. Ruth's mouth was covering the girl's so her yells of agony were muffled in a series of slobbering noises as Ruth took advantage of Charlotte's open mouth to push her tongue in and give her a real frenching, her hands gripping the agonised girl's face as if in a vice. Now, I thought, I'd really give her something to yell about. I raised my hand from her bottom and brought it down with all the force I could muster. The effect was electric; she jerked her head free of Ruth's tight grasp - making her fall over slightly from her squatting position - and gave the most ear splitting scream. This was what I'd been dreaming darkly about ever since that first night at the Girl's Home; the chance to inflict extreme pain on a helpless young girl and to hear her screams. Honestly, the screams were as potent on my pussy as a vibrator and my panties, jeans and legs were now absolutely soaked. Ruth laughed as she pushed herself upright, and started to unbutton her blouse very rapidly before reaching smoothly behind her to unhook her bra and discard it so she was now topless; as I raised my hand for further blows on Charlotte's defenceless bottom Ruth forced her breasts into the girl's face. As I spanked her rapidly reddening arse as fast and hard as I could, Ruth pressed her breasts onto Charlotte's face, effectively muffling her pained screams, and also making it very hard for her to breathe again. Once more the realisation that this girl's actual life was in our hands gave me a huge added thrill, and made me feel as if I'd actually wet myself I was so wet down there. Of course the teenager tried to wriggle free but with her wrists cuffed behind her all I needed to do was grab her hands and push her arms upwards to render all struggles even more futile than they were before. I pounded her now vivid red flesh until my hand was stinging almost as her bottom must have been, but I was still driven by a lust to inflict pain on her and so dug my nails into her hot, glowing flesh, She screamed even louder now, and Ruth laughed as she grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face free from her breasts. Now the young girl really began to scream and wail; her restrained body wracked with deep sobs and with each sob her body writhed against me. I ran my hand down the back of her legs, making sure my nails scratched her flesh down to her knees, and then I suddenly pushed my fingers hard against her pussy, cupping it for a split second in my grip and then forcing 2 fingers brutally inside her. Her pussy was tight and my dry fingers didn't slide in as easily as I'd thought they would and I was immediately glad I'd remembered to bring the lube with me as her body jerked forward as I invaded her (as you'll no doubt have realised my concern about the lube was purely for my own enjoyment rather than the girl's comfort.) Ruth gestured for me to hold the girl upright and as I did so she stood up and swiftly undressed before sitting down on the sofa and, spreading her legs, indicated that I should push Charlotte between them which I did quite easily despite the fact that because she was bound so effectively she was a virtual dead-weight. Ruth grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her face onto her pussy, which I could see was glistening and sticky (as mine must have been too); as she pivoted forwards into Ruth's crotch I started to spank her bottom again jerking her face deeper into the sticky mess of Ruth's pubic hair. I could see Ruth's hand tightening it's grip on Charlotte's hair as she fought against the girl's desperately futile attempts to pull away. "Lick it, lick it you little bitch." Ruth panted as her body twisted on the sofa, her large, slightly overweight, thighs pressing briefly against the little butterfly pinned onto her snatch. I sprung to my feet, knowing Charlotte was totally helpless despite her attempts to avoid Ruth's juices oozing into her mouth, and dashed up the stairs two at a time and into the bedroom. Grabbing the tube of lube from my case I ran downstairs again to see Ruth holding the girl's head against her pussy with one hand while her other was clutching at her own head in orgasmic frenzy. I could see the muscles in Charlotte's throat working frantically and guessed her mouth was being flooded as Ruth came. I started to undress in such a hurry that my fingers kept missing the buttons on my blouse and jeans but even so it was only about 30 seconds until I too was totally naked; I was right about the state of my knickers and jeans - they were almost as damp a if they'd just come out of a washing machine. I knelt beside Charlotte's small, vulnerable backside, gorgeously pushed out by her unnatural position of being forced forward into Ruth's pussy. The girl's white flesh was still marked by my hand-prints and nail marks and the way her body was struggling against her ordeal was something I could have watched for ages if I hadn't had other things on my mind. I started to spank her arse again, once again as viciously as I could and I saw each blow jerk her face harder into Ruth's pussy which, in turn, took the older woman further into ecstasy. As my hand started to ache once again I stopped the spanking and squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto my fingers and then pressed them straight against Charlotte's pussy. Maybe it was the shock of my sharp nails suddenly sliding into her pussy, or whether it was the sudden effect of the cold gel on her sore lips, but the girl squirmed her face clear of Ruth's crotch for a split second and screamed a short, loud yell of outrage. She seized her moment and started babbling. "Please, miss, please stop, please stop. Please let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise miss, I pro mmmmfff" Her voice was cut off as Ruth pressed the girl's mouth back onto her wet pussy but even though she held Charlotte's face very hard into her pussy I could still hear the girl scream as I worked my fingers inside her. Ruth gave a final convulsive jerk as her orgasm ended and slumped back on the sofa, still maintaining her vice-like grip on the young girl's hair. Her eyes snapped open and fixed on mine. "You have to get some of this little slut's tongue." She stood up, dragging Charlotte into a kneeling upright position and stepped sideways, making sure she dragged the girl's head painfully to one side indicating for me to take her place on the sofa, so leaving my assault on Charlotte's pussy for the moment. I stood up and moved swiftly onto the sofa; as I sat down I felt a damp patch on the cushions from Ruth's orgasm and it gave a split second feeling of unpleasantness before that was swept aside as Ruth pushed the girl between my thighs. She gave a shrill scream of fear before the older woman's hand pushed her face -tear stained and sticky with Ruth's juices - onto my glistening snatch. "Lick it, you little bitch." Ruth hissed as she held Charlotte's face into my pussy; I briefly felt the girl's lips and tongue on my lips before I came; I clamped the girl's head with my thighs and twisted onto my side unbalancing her and forcing her to fall to the side too. For a second or two all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears, then as my body untensed and I let the young girl slide sobbing and gasping to the floor I became aware of Ruth laughing sadistically at Charlotte's discomfort. The teenager lay on the floor on her side coughing and spluttering as she gasped for air, the lower part of her face literally coated in mine and Ruth's juices; yet despite the assault she'd just endured her eyes glowed with a fierce resentment that had replaced her initial fear, and as Ruth stepped over her to sit beside me on the sofa she glared up at the woman who had abducted her and real defiance shone in her eyes. She coughed a few more times. "As soon as I get to the new Home, I'm going to tell on you both." She snarled at us, her defiance as unexpected as it was unwise. Ruth just laughed at the outburst - she'd probably heard it loads of times before - but something about it bothered me. It dawned on me that she wasn't `broken' yet; she had to be made to be absolutely terrified of our existence. The germ of a plan was sown in my head. As a starter I just stood up, picked up my very damp panties, knelt down by her head and forced them into her mouth as a gag. She struggled at first and tried to refuse them but what could she do? A helpless, bound teenage girl lying on the floor against an older woman with total control over her? It was child's play (no pun intended) to force my damp panties between her lips and teeth; a few hard slaps on her face, which made her wince visibly much to my delight, helped her to realise that resisting the inevitable was pointless and she finally just seemed to give up and let me push the thin cotton into her mouth. I sat back on the sofa besides Ruth and we both laughed as a sort of release from all the tension, both sexual and personal; as we looked down on Charlotte lying in front us, totally naked, her arms pinned behind her and her ankles bound, her eyes staring wildly at us and her mouth gagged with my heavily soiled panties and we realised we'd done it. It was almost time to get back to normal; I don't mean let our 13 year old play-thing go of course, but that things like food for the evening was needed. Our sex-toy may have eaten pussy but I was starving and I guessed Ruth was too so, stepping over our little pet, I went into the kitchen to make prepare some supper after throwing some clothes back on - after all frying pans spit hot fat and much though I love to inflict pain on my prey, I'm not too keen on the thing myself.. A bit later I came back through with 2 plates of beans and sausages; Ruth (now wearing a dressing gown) and I sat on the sofa watching the early evening news on TV, sometimes ignoring the naked, glaring teenager lying on the floor between us and the TV, and sometimes taking it in turns to feed her from our forks, laughing as we teased her hungry mouth by moving the fork away just as she was about to eat the food. This torment eventually cracked her sullen defiance and she really started to wail and cry; no real words just the odd thing you could recognise like "Mummy". For a reason I still find hard to explain my pussy tingled as the girl sobbed that word. I leant forward on the sofa. "Ah, little girl wants her mummy?" at this point my voice was almost delicate; then it dropped an octave. "But your mummy didn't want you, did she? That's why she gave you away to people like us. She knew that all you were fit for was to lick women's pussies and let them touch you `down below'. Face it, you little tart, your mother hated you, she knew you were nothing and that's why she threw you away with all the other rubbish," Again, I really felt my pussy moisten as I shouted at her; it wasn't the words that turned me on so much as the crumpled look of despair on her face. I knew then I'd hit the target, but I could tell from Ruth's face that this was territory she wasn't too comfortable with; this surprised me a bit at the time as it seemed to suggest she wasn't that much into total control through breaking the girl's spirit. I raised my eyebrows to her to try and encourage her, and after moments indecision she smiled, nodded and leant forward. "Ah, thought you were going to a new home, and after that your mummy would want you back? Stupid girl. I've got a letter from your darling mummy telling me it's ok to let you kiss women's pussys, and that you are not allowed to complain to anyone if they want to touch you down there." While Ruth was taunting our captive I was very rapidly undressing, then I leant down, grabbed her hair and dragged her face between my spread legs. She screamed in pain before her cries were muffled against my wet pussy, out of the corner of my eye I saw Ruth disrobe and move onto the floor behind Charlotte. She pushed the girl onto her knees and slapped her legs apart, before lying on her back under the girl's pussy and pressing her mouth against the young girl's lips. Charlotte screamed in shock and terror as Ruth's mouth pressed against her pussy, and she tried desperately to escape but I merely twisted my hand tighter into her hair and held her even more firmly in place against my dripping pussy; very erotically her attempt to wriggle free simply served to drag her lips and tongue across my swollen labia, and as I wrapped my thighs tightly around her face I oozed my juices into her trapped mouth. One hand gripped her hair so hard I thought I might actually scalp her, the other grasped frantically at thin air. All the time Ruth was working her tongue expertly on the young girls pussy, the older woman's hands now pulling the girl's crotch down full onto her face as the tip of her tongue relentlessly teased the teenager's clit, the effects of which I could feel via the movements of her mouth on my pussy. I could feel the teenager starting to sob in despair as she was abused by the two of us, her head dropped lower as her body sagged in her misery but was still held in place by my thighs and hand. Ruth was now really gripping the girl's buttocks as her tongue tormented the 13 year old towards a reluctant orgasm. Suddenly I noticed a strange quivering in the girl's hips and I knew Ruth had hit the target; we'd inflicted the greatest possible humiliation on a sex-slave - a forced orgasm. Ruth let go of Charlotte's arse and dropped her head back down onto the carpet, for a second or two she got her breath back before wriggling out from under her and grinning at me. "Well, took some work, but she does like some tongue on her groove." We both laughed at this, and I released my legs from around Charlotte's neck so she could collapse onto the floor, alternating between sobbing for her mother and trying to cough up my come juice. I flashed a wicked look at Ruth. "Early night?" Ruth grinned back. "Sure, little slut here must be tired, she'll need her sleep." She leant down and untied the girl's ankles and, slipping her arms under Charlotte's she hauled the teenager to her shaky feet. I led the way upstairs with Charlotte, crying softly but making no real protest, in the middle and Ruth following her and occasionally slapping the girl's tempting bottom as she climbed the stairs ahead of her. In the bedroom I locked the door behind us and hid the key away from Charlotte's frightened gaze. In truth I don't think she'd have noticed even if she'd seen where I hid it; the sound of the door locking seemed to shatter her slightly - as if she realised that she was in for a night of extreme abuse from her captors. She was right, of course. Ruth pushed the terrified, but also seemingly resigned teenager, face down on the bed and knelt astride her back so she wouldn't be able to see what I was doing as I stepped into my strap-on, pulled it to my waist and tightened it to fit. I retrieved the bottle of lube from my bag and smeared a generous helping onto the thick, black shaft. Ruth now sat on the bed in front of the young girl, still gripping her hair tightly, spread her legs and pulled Charlotte's face down onto her glistening pussy. With the girl totally preoccupied with eating out the older woman I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself behind her, I stroked her pussy slowly, my greasy fingers mixing with the sticky juices Ruth had coaxed from her earlier, and slid one arm around her waist. I glanced at Ruth as I positioned the tip of my strap-on gently against the 13 year olds pussy lips and she winked at me as if to give me the signal. I plunged in. The well lubed strap-on slid easily into the teenager's pussy and, God, how she screamed and squirmed as I fucked her, but what could she do with Ruth grinding her pussy against her mouth and me holding her tight against my hips? That's how it went on for nearly 2 hours; I'd fuck her while she licked Ruth, then Ruth would don her strap-on and fuck her while she sucked my plastic cock, or licked my pussy. Charlotte's body began to glisten with sweat as we threw her around like a rag-doll from one end of the bed to the other so that her mouth and pussy were always full of something. Whether she was sucking my strap-on, or working her tired tongue on my clit I always made sure I abused her breasts too, pinching the nipples as they hung down and scratching at the firm flesh with my nails. I loved this as it always made her scream no matter how often I did it. But Charlotte wasn't the only one sweating; it's actually bloody hard work fucking a sex-slave for 2 solid hours and both Ruth and I were feeling exhausted at the end of it - eyelids drooping etc. "Hell, Ruth." I panted. "I'm completely done." And slumped down on the bed, pushing the well fucked teenager away from me. "Me too." Ruth mumbled, then she showed her experience of abusing young girls over many years. "Guess we should see if this little one needs the loo before bed." She grabbed Charlotte from the bed and marched her towards the door, I dragged myself off the bed to retrieve the key to let them out and noticed how vivid red the girl's pussy, breasts and lips were after 2 hours of non-stop abuse. That, I told myself, was real domination. The 2 returned a couple of minutes later; Ruth explained with a shrug that Charlotte had been unable to go and I wasn't surprised: her pussy must have been numb. We fell into bed with the brutalised girl between us and me and Ruth, both wearing our strap-ons, drifted off almost immediately, I don't know if Charlotte did and to be honest I didn't care. Her wrists were still tied behind her and the door was locked, there was nothing she could do to escape the sexual hell she'd fallen into. A few hours later I was wakened by Charlotte crying and whimpering right next to my face; her groans had a rhythmic abruptness to them and even in the dark I could guess what was happening. Ruth had woken up and was fucking her from behind. I started to kiss the girl's face and neck, telling her how pretty she was and how sexy she was and just to shut the fuck up and let it all happen. Then I slid down the bed and began to abuse her breasts (which seemed to fascinate me): biting, pulling, sucking, kissing - all the time my pussy was tingling with each scream she made. Ruth's face now came into view over the girl's shoulder as she buried herself in Charlotte's hair when she came. As she pulled out I rolled the teenager onto her back and mounted her `missionary style', fucking her with renewed energy and her pathetic mewlings as I thrust in and out only served to make my orgasm so much greater. Hey please comment if you want more, would especially love to hear from female readers and while I do appreciate comments from anonymous Annie's (you know who you are :) If I can't respond to the person commenting it kind of defeats the purpose, anna33bukowsky@gmail.com