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   Lillian Killsmanygoats - a fairly typical name in New Mexico Indian
culture

   I had already passed her before I knew it.  Cruising the back roads of
New Mexico is something you do more at 75 than 55.  But I noticed her as I
sped past, drove another mile or so, did a hasty U and headed back her way.
I slowed to 40 and got a decent look at her as she walked barefoot beside
the asphalt blacktop.  She looked young, real young.  I judged her as no
more than 11 or 12.  A pueblo girl, probably from the Sandia reservation, a
recently thriving one because of the new casino.  I'd been to the lakes up
there and knew a little about them.  This girl didn't look like any of the
prosperity had trickled down to her.  I made another U turn and headed back
towards her.  I pressed the button to lower the passenger side window as I
slowed to a stop beside her.

   "Looks hot out there, girl.  You want a ride?" She looked down at her
dirty feet, head bowed, exuding shyness and maybe just a little bit of
fear. "Come on now, girl.  I'm trying to be nice.  Either get in or say
`No'." She glanced towards me and quickly looked down again.  She hesitated
another second but reached for the door handle.  Sliding in, her smell hit
me.  She stunk of dust and sweat.



   She closed the door and seemed to try to melt into it, keeping her head
down and away from me.  "What's the matter, girl?  Don't you have any
manners?" I reached over, took her chin in my hand and turned her face to
me.  I was right, she was young.  What I hadn't expected to see were the
trails of tears running down her dirty little face.

   "You been crying, girl?" With that she burst into tears again.  Her thin
little body shook with her obvious grief.  I began to wonder what I'd
gotten myself into...  but I have always found desperation to be the key to
success with little girls.  The more desperate, the easier they are to
fuck.

   I let her cry for a moment, then pulled the dirty child to me, hugged
her like a Daddy and told her it was OK, that I could help her if that's
what she needed.  She finally calmed a bit and spoke.

   "I got nothin.  Got no home, got no family, ain't ate in two days."

   "What happened, child?  You're Indian.  Indians take care of each other.
What happened?" My question sent her back into her shell - way back into
it. It dawned on me - she'd been shunned.  She was a dead child.  Something
had happened to make her tribe disown her.  I wondered....

   "Girl, you been fucking?  You let them young bucks fuck you?"

   "I be nothing but a little whore girl.  They all knows it.  They all
fuck me but then they makes me go away." She spurted out her story and then
sank back against the car door.  "Now you wants to fuck me, too, don'cha?
That's what all mens want.  They wants to fuck you cause you're small, then
they wants nothing to do with you."

   Amazing.  The girl had figured out most of the male population.  And,
Rodney definitely wanted to fuck her.  Oh, Rodney lives in my pants.  He's
my dick and he's got a mind of his own.  He doesn't care who or what he
fucks as long as he can fuck it.

   "Yes, girl.  I'm going to fuck you.  That's what you need, isn't it?"
She looked me right in the eye for the first time.

   "I ain't nothing but a whore girl.  You wants to fuck me, we go fuck."

   "How old are you, girl?"

   "Almost 11."

   "You got a name you like?" I could tell no one had ever asked if she had
a name she liked.  Most Indian names do have a ring to them.

   "Lillian."

   "Lillian what?

   She looked down again.  "Lillian Killsmanygoats."

   "So people call you `Lillian'?" She shook her head, then looked defiant.

   "No, they now calls me Goats."

   "Then I shall call you Lilly Littleflower instead.  That can be your new
name." A quick smile crossed her face and faded just as quickly."

   "You gonna fuck me now?"

   "We go to my place now.  You gotta take a bath first."

   The ride to my place took the better part of an hour.  I was afraid of
two things - that her stench would permeate my car forever and that if we
arrived before sundown that too many people would see me escorting a skinny
little child into the house.  We parked under the carport and I hurried her
in through the back door.



   "Get them clothes off, child.  I mean Lilly.  Right now.  Take them all
off.  I'll throw them into the washing machine while you shower."

   I loved watching the child strip.  No more than 4 feet tall, skinny as a
rail, her long jet black hair knotted and dirty.  First went the filthy
jeans with the torn left knee, then the used to be white cotton panties. 
With her back to me all I could see was her tanned bottom which was much
too skinny - no nice bubble butt on this kid.

   Next she pulled up the hem of her top, exposing her back to me.  I could
easily see her ribs and the large red welts across her back that looked
fairly fresh as if she'd been well beaten by someone wielding a belt.



   She turned to face me.  Her little budding tits held dime size brown
nipples, nipples with bruises like teeth marks.  She's been severely
bitten, probably by more than one man from the looks of it.

   "They done used me, mister.  They hurted me a lot.  But if you gives me
something to eat you can beat me, too, if you need to."

   Rodney tried desperately to rip his way out of my jeans.  She stood
there naked, her head bowed, her dirty feet turned inward, toes touching
toes, ready to take punishment, totally submissive.



   "I am gonna hurt you, Lilly.  I think you need it, don't you?" She
nodded.  "You want me to hurt you, don't you?"



   "Yes, please.  I need to be hurted.  Please, mister.  Let me eat
something first, please?  I ain't never been so hungry.  You can do
whatever you wants to me but please let me have something to eat."

   The child almost wavered, she looked as if she were close to passing out
from hunger.

   "No, you got to take a bath first, girl.  Then I'm gonna decide what to
do with you." I shoved her towards my only bathroom, turned on the cold
water in the shower and pushed her in.  I knew she was not accustomed to
warm water.  I handed her the soap and left her to clean herself.  I'd
enjoy bathing with her later after she was nicely used.  Rodney wanted to
stay and watch.  I took him with me into the kitchen.



   I thought about it for a moment - should I feed her or let her go
hungry? Maybe I should make her earn her food.  A good face fucking might
earn her a piece of bread...

   A moment later I heard a thud from the bathroom.  I ran in.  The child
was slumped against the shower wall, passed out cold on the floor.  The
water cascaded down on her.  `Hmm, passed out from hunger' I thought.  She
looked so totally helpless and vulnerable, her thin legs askew, her bald
little slit that had been soundly fucked by no telling how many guys.  Her
little budding tits with their nasty bite marks all over them.

   I wondered just how many guys had enjoyed her, beaten her, cum in her
tight little cunt?  Damn, I know they must have thoroughly enjoyed it.  Now
it was my turn.  I picked her up.  She felt light as a feather.  I carried
her dripping naked body to my bed and dropped her on her back.  I spread
her legs, undid my belt, let my jeans fall to the floor and let Rodney out
of his confinement.

   I grasped her ankles and folded her double, pushing her feet up beside
her ears.  I rubbed Rodney's head up and down the light brown slit, lubed
it with some pre-cum.  I spit on him, used him to open the child's fuck
hole, and sank my hard cock as deeply in her tight cunt as it could go. 
God, fucked as much as she said, she was still child tight.

   What an exquisite feeling - a tight tunnel hugging my hard 7" cock.  I
buried myself into the unconscious child.  I pulled out half way and thrust
again, banging her little pelvic bone as hard as I could.  A soft moan came
from her mouth, she stirred a bit before I slapped her across her still
dirty face.  I pumped harder.  I could hardly restrain myself.  God she
felt good.  So freaking tight.

   I bottomed out in her, thrusting hard, hoping to leave my bruises where
others had left theirs.  She moaned again, her little eyes fluttered, then
opened slightly.  I knew she had no idea where she was or what was
happening to her.  The thought of fucking her without her knowledge or
consent sent me over the edge as I felt it coming.  My toes curled, the
electric shock of climax overcame me.  I spurted ropes into the child,
filled her tiny hole with cum, hot, white, tasty cum.  So tight, so tight!
I came again.  More pleasure for me, more pleasure for Rodney.  I was
spent. I fell forward on top of the girl.

   We lay there for a moment, spent and partially sated.  I knew that was
the first of many times I would enjoy the girl.  I rolled off her tiny body
and sat up.  I guess I have to decide whether to feed her, keep her until
she starves, or throw her away.  Interesting set of choices.  Others had
thrown her away before so I wouldn't be the first.  Certainly would give
her one hell of a life lesson.  Then she stirred.  She moaned softly, her
hands reaching for her bruised cunt.

   "You done fucked me, din'cha, mister?"

   "Yep.  Sure did.  Sorry you missed it."

   "Can I have something to eat now?"

   "Sure, baby, eat this." I shoved her head to my lap and forced Rodney
into her mouth.  "Suck it good, child.  You do it right and you'll get a
tummy full of cream." I shifted positions so she was laying flat on her
back, her young head hanging over the edge of the bed.  I stood beside the
bed and shoved my cock into her, down her throat.  I pulled out and thrust
to the hilt.

   She gagged, she grabbed for my dick struggling for breath.  I caught her
hands, wrapped both tiny wrists up with one hand while I held her by the
throat with the other and continued my assault.



   Her first spurt of puke oozed out around Rodney.  I pulled out and
turned her head to the side as she emptied what little was in her stomach,
then thrust in again.  I shoved deeply into her, letting my dangling balls
block her nose and held it there, waiting for her to pass out.  It took
what seemed like forever for the child to stop struggling.  I knew she was
out of it.  I withdrew and stood there, jacking my dick as I gazed on her
nakedness.  Her little nipples were hard as rocks, the dozens of bite marks
surrounded the little newly budding bulges.

   She was still quite dirty.  I picked her up and carried her back to the
shower, this time adjusting the water temperature comfortably for me.  We
stood there, the naked child in my arms, warm water splashing down on us as
I cleaned her holes, her tight cunt, her incredibly tight anus.  I paid
particular attention to her butt hole as I planned to eat it later.

   I lathered her hairless cunt with soap and explored her, feeling each
fold, probing the fuck hole, pushing two fingers inside, finger fucking her
tight slit.  Rodney wanted back in.  He'd have to wait.

   Her chest was next, those budding tits excited me.  I love newly forming
breasts.  The realization that she had been publicly humiliated, gang
raped, beaten and bitten totally turned me on.  I could do anything I
wanted with this child.

   Within minutes she began to stir.  I was relieved that I hadn't killed
her.  I sat her down on the shower floor and knelt beside her.  For the
next few minutes I got to work and actually bathed her.  Her feet were
tiny, childlike but calloused, and clean by the time I was done with her.

   Now awake, she said nothing.  She sat there on the shower floor,
submissive, starving, but seemingly not scared.  After all, what could I do
to her that had not already been done?  The temptation to finish her was
strong but I resisted.  She needed pain, she needed to be hurt, to suffer
and to enjoy the end of a short, miserable life.  But I made my decision.
She would live.  She would be my pet.  My pet goat.

   We arose from the shower.  I handed her a rough towel that I used to dry
my car as I shoved her out into the bathroom.  "Lilly, you now belong to
me. You are my property.  You will do as I say, you will obey everything I
tell you.  I will let you live.  I will feed you and you will never leave
this house again.  Do you understand?" She nodded and looked up at me.

   "Thank you, mister.  I be yours now.  I do as you say.  You will feed
me? You will hurt me and fuck me?"

   "Yes.  I will hurt you as much as I wish.  Is that a problem?"

   "Oh, no, mister.  I need you to hurt me.  How do I know you love me if
you don't hurt me?"

   With that our roles were defined.

   Lilly lived with me for close to four years, changing from a child to a
young adult.  I knocked her up when she was almost 12, right after her
first period.  I was sad when she passed away, so small, so thin, so hurt.



   I love our daughter, Lilliana.  She's three now.  One of these days I'm
going to have to buy her some clothes.  I wonder if they make thong panties
for children?

   This is one of many tales I've submitted on this website.  I hope you
enjoy them.  Your feedback is appreciated.  Daren Peters