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   Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 11 (M/g, cons, nc, oral, anal, prost, ws,
rape, viol, poor personal hygiene) by Rufus Fugit

   Karen giggled as hot semen spattered her cheeks.  She risked yet another
stinging eye-shot to look up at the face of the man fisting his spurting
cock.  "On my titties!  On my titties!" the naked sixth-grader squealed,
shaking her shoulders and bouncing her butt on her heels to make her perky
little globes shimmy and bounce.  The man obliged, aiming his tool lower so
that the rest of his ejaculation sprayed on Karen's chest.  She looked down
to watch and fresh goo slid down her face.  She blinked as a glob rolled
down her forehead and into the corner of her eye.  More dripped off her
small, upturned nose onto her lips.  She licked them and rolled the sticky
protein around her tongue.  This load was thicker and more bitter than the
last guy's.  Twin trails ran down either side of her chin, drooping slowly
down to join the spatters on her chest.  "Rub it in!" she urged, and her
current trick complied, stooping to massage his spunk into Karen's sweaty
skin.  She giggled and sighed as the man's callused hands mauled her
sensitive breasts.  He was a little too rough; her bruises ached and the
healing puncture wounds stung, but not enough to detract from the little
shocks of pleasure as his fingers slid back and forth over her sticky,
erect nipples.  "Lower," she urged, leaning back as far as she could with
her hands still cuffed behind her.  Her thighs tensed with the effort.  Her
glutes flexed as well, and that made her insides even more sensitive to the
irregular thrumming of the egg-shaped vibrator that overfilled her rectum.
The man obeyed, bending until she could feel his hot breath on her neck and
smoothing his fingers over her tummy.  Her baby six-pack showed in sharp
relief as she responded to the touch and she felt her swollen, sensitive
clitty throb in sympathy.

   Karen was in her "floaty place" as she thought of it to herself.  Being
a whore was fun.  Especially having orgasms was fun, so much fun that she
needed to have some every day.  But like everything there were parts she
didn't like.  Some guys smelled bad.  Some were creepy.  Some tried to
cheat her.  But the "training" to which she had been subjected had
convinced her that a good whore always looks like she's having fun even if
her client is less than pleasing.  So Karen had learned she could go to her
floaty place.  It was somewhere else, somewhere nothing could hurt her but
she could still feel her skinny preadolescent body electrified with
pleasure.  The whore was there with her and in her.  She could just watch
as the whore moaned and gasped and whimpered and begged for more, more,
more sex.  No matter what happened to her, Karen wasn't responsible, the
whore was.  From the floaty place the fastidious little girl might feel
faintly revolted by the stink of her sweat, the piquant, sharp reek of her
aroused and leaking cunny, and the bleachy smell of cum, might be disgusted
at the feel of it all slimy and sticky on her dirt-streaked skin, but the
whore could demand more, could glory in the smell and the feel and the
taste of warm gooey jizz filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.

   So Karen eagerly craned her neck and lipped the dribbling penis back
into her mouth, eagerly clamped her lips and pressed her tongue around the
shaft, eagerly sucked as she slowly pulled off, eagerly inhaled to best
taste the very last of this load of semen as she rolled it around and
around her mouth and finally swallowed.  She squinted up at the man's face
through strands of jizz webbing her eyelashes.  She started to speak but
interrupted herself with a long, theatrical belch.  She giggled, tasting
cum, and managed a bright "Thanks!" before burping again.  The man smiled,
patted her on her sweaty head, then zipped himself up and left.

   As the door closed behind him, Karen's smile faded.  Her shoulders
slumped and she leaned forward.  She was still naked, of course, except for
her collar and leash.  The leash dangled between her boobies.  Its clip
jingled slightly when she swallowed.  She was kneeling in front of the
altar of the makeshift truckers' chapel attached to the truckstop
restaurant.  It was a converted office trailer.  Her bare knees itched from
the worn industrial carpeting.  She knelt in front of a communion rail
crudely constructed from unfinished two-by-fours.  It was the right height
to rest across her collarbone when she leaned, giving her something to
support herself against since her hands were still cuffed behind her.  Her
shoulders were starting to ache but she knew there was no point in asking
Renee to let her loose.  Her clitoris tingled fiercely and her cunny itched
and burned.  As she shifted her balance and the anal vibe moved inside her,
her body trembled with another in an endless series of preorgasmic
flutters. She groaned softly.  Karen had been on the edge of a big one for
what seemed like hours, but she couldn't seem to bring herself over.  She
whimpered as she ground her soaking vulva against the rough wood of the
upright, pressing hard to smash her swollen clit into the wood and
strengthen the vibrations from the sex toy up her butt.  The wood was slick
and darkened with her wetness.  The stain dripped down to the carpet which
was becoming thoroughly soaked as juice continued to ooze from her spasming
babycunt.  It squished beneath her knobby knees.

   Karen looked up, trying to focus her cum-blurred eyes on the picture of
Jesus hanging on the wall behind the altar, between an American flag and
another from this state.  "God," she murmured, as she wondered for the
millionth time why He had decided to make her a whore.  "God," she
repeated, as she ground herself harder against the wood, feeling the sting
as her oversized clit was pinched against the beveled corner of the 2x4. 
"God, God, Goddddddd," she moaned, moving from side to side so that her
labia pulled open, sliding across the wood's grain, leaving yet more of her
own cream behind.  "Huhhhhh, hnuhhhhhn hnnnnnngh..." The naked sixth-grader
hunched herself harder and harder, pressing the corner of the post into her
slit, feeling drying spunk flake off her belly, feeling her babycunt get
hotter and hotter, until she was teetering on the edge of a monster orgasm,
almost there, almost...

   "God!" she sniveled, almost sobbing in frustration as the burning
radiating from her swollen clitoris refused to crest, becoming instead
irritation, almost pain that nevertheless held the promise of unendurable
pleasure just out of reach.  She hung her head over the rail, panting
heavily.  Tears filled her eyes, washing away the semen and what was left
of her mascara.

   Karen heaved a shaky sigh and looked back over her shoulder, reassuring
herself that her younger sister was still there, still taking care of her.
Renee was sitting in a hard plastic chair in the second row of several with
her hiking boots propped up on another chair she had turned around.  Her
backpack sat open next to her.  She had taken out a book, one of those
silly adventure stories she liked so much.  When she felt Karen's gaze she
looked up.  Her hazel eyes met Karen's blue ones, and Karen gulped as she
read - disgust?  contempt?  in the younger girl's flat stare.  Tears
gathered again and shame burned in her belly as she remembered the feel and
taste of the dog's penis sliding between her lips, and the way Renee looked
down at her as her mouth overflowed with its rank ejaculate.

   But then the door opened.  Karen straightened up as relief washed over
her.  It was time to be a whore again and she could go back to the floaty
place and everything would be fine.  Dried spunk pulled at her cheeks and
chin as her lips stretched in a wide smile.  "Hi!" she chirped brightly. 
When she saw there were two men instead of one her smile faltered, but just
for a second.  Two wasn't bad.  She'd done two at once lots of times.  It
was the big one with the greasy hair and - she wrinkled her nose - the
fierce body odor.  It preceded him into the room.  Karen blinked when she
saw the second man was Denny.

   The big man blinked back at her, seemingly stupefied by the sight of the
naked twelve-year-old as she struggled to her feet.  His eyes traveled
slowly down her dirty, semen-smeared body, and his mouth dropped open as he
stared at her nearly-bald vulva, shiny with perspiration and steadily
drooling juice down her skinny thighs.  "I..." he choked, swallowed
convulsively, and tried again.  "I ain't never seen..." He took a step
towards Karen but Denny grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear, then gave
him a light shove to where Renee sat.  Karen forced herself not to recoil
as a wave of stink rolled over her.  The man smelled like he hadn't had a
bath in, well, ever.  Renee looked up from her book and wrinkled her nose
as the man dug in his pocket then held out a wad of paper money.  The
ten-year-old took it from him, carefully smoothed out each bill before
counting it and adding it to the pile on the seat next to her.  Then she
looked up at the man and nodded.  He broke into a big grin and lumbered
back towards Karen.  Denny crossed with him to sit down two seats over from
Renee.  The child looked at him expressionlessly.  Without comment she
picked up the stack of money and moved it from between them to her other
side.  Then she went back to reading her book.

   Being prepared didn't make standing her ground easier for Karen.  The
man smelled like dirty laundry and mildew and b.o.  and maybe like bathroom
accidents too.  He stood much too close to her and she had to crane her
neck; he was enormous, close to two feet taller than her.  He was fat but
the fat looked hard, not doughy.  His features were thick and partially
obscured by his lank, dirty hair.  His lips were bulbous and his tongue
protruded slightly.  His eyes were a muddy brown and one of them seemed to
have a mind of its own, wandering off to one side.  Karen realized the man
was "not quite right" as her grandmother would say.  He stared down at the
naked child with cum drying on her skin for several wheezy breaths. 
Finally he cleared his throat and said, "How come you gots handcuffs?  Are
you under arrest?" His voice was hoarse and surprisingly high for such a
big man.

   Karen blushed - that was just about the most embarrassing question he
could have asked.  "Um..." she looked down at her bare toes and wiggled
them on the carpet.  For a second she focused on a drop of jizz slowly
creeping down her belly, past her navel, until it came to rest in the roots
of her little tuft of pubes along with all the flaky dried deposit already
crusting them.  "Um, it's my...uh, my babycunt," she stammered, feeling her
face heating more and more, "It gets so...so hot, and I can't keep my hands
off it and...I get distracted," she finished at a mumble.

   The big man's expression didn't change, but he nodded.  "Mommy said,
it's bad.  Bad, no touching down there.  Un uh." He shook his head
ponderously.

   Karen couldn't help smiling at the way he sounded like a little kid, so
serious.  But it was time for business.  "I'm going to suck your dick for
you, ok?" she said like it was the most normal thing in the world.  For
her, it was.  The big man's brow wrinkled.  He didn't understand.  "Your
cock?  Peter?  Joystick?  Wiener?  Penis?  I'm going to put it in my mouth
and make you feel good.  That's what you paid for." Finally she turned
around and backed into him, feeling at his crotch with her cuffed hands
until she found his bulge and squeezed it.  "That," she said.  The big man
raised his hands and gathered her in a hug.  His massive hands covered her
preteen breasts as he lifted her, bending her back across the slope of his
massive belly.  Her feet left the carpet and she was almost overwhelmed
with his foul smell.  But she held her breath and concentrated on the feel
of his callused palms moving over the hypersensitized skin of her chest and
belly.  She gasped as one meaty paw found her mound, tugging on the
stiffened clump of blond hair there.

   "Pretty," the man murmured.  Karen wriggled in his grasp, spreading her
legs and lifting her knees to split her labia open.

   "Ahh," she sighed.  "That's my babycunt, my whore babycunt.  You can
touch it.  Oh, please touch my babycunt.  Touch my babycunt.  Touch my
babycunt, ohhh..." Blunt, thick fingers groped clumsily at her vulva,
making sloppy noises as they slid across the thick froth oozing steadily
from her vaginal opening.  "Gaaah!" Karen stiffened and threw her head back
as a nail snagged at her undeveloped inner lips, then pushed into her. 
"Yessss..." she moaned.  Her legs jerked and her diaphragm hitched as her
labia stretched.  Her cunt clamped down on the man's digit.  She felt the
heat of its motion not just in her cunt, but throughout her body.  Not even
his eye-watering odor could stanch the pleasure it brought her.

   "Looks like Jerry doesn't quite get the idea," Denny said.  Renee
ignored him.  She pretended to be reading her book but really she was
watching Karen being molested.  She looked like she was enjoying it, so
that was okay.  "So do you guys take turns, or what?" Denny asked.

   Renee didn't like the sarcastic tone in his voice.  "No!" she said
forcefully, looking straight at him for the first time.  "My sister's a
whore, but I'm not a whore.  I just, like, watch, and I can hold the money
and make sure no one cheats her, and stuff."

   "So, you're sisters?  She's a whore, and you're her pimp?" Denny was
openly laughing at her now.

   "I guess," she said sulkily, pulling her ponytail over her shoulder into
her lap and tugging on it.  "...what's a pimp?"

   "That's someone who does what you just said, silly.  Takes care of a
whore, takes the money, stuff like that.  Hey, I'm not putting it down. 
You're doing a great job.  'Course, you've got one heck of a whore there."

   Renee relaxed a bit.  Denny was still laughing but he didn't sound mean
or like he was teasing.  "Yeah, sometimes, Karen gets so whory, she'll do
it for free, so that's why I make sure to get money." She paused for a
minute to watch.  The big man was mauling Karen's boobies with one hand and
had two fingers of the other buried in her soaking snatch.  She was kicking
and bicycling her legs.  Her hair billowed as she tossed her head from side
to side.  She was making a low, keening whine over and over as she hunched
herself ever more violently onto the penetrating fingers.

   "I see what you mean," said Denny.  "Hey, what's this?" he said, and
Renee yelped as he put his hand low on her stomach.  She realized with
horror that her turtleneck shirt had ridden up her belly as she slumped in
her chair, exposing a strip of her smooth olive skin but also an inch or so
of molded latex.  That's what Denny put his hand on and before the
fourth-grader could react she felt his fingers brush briefly against her
stomach and he had yanked out the realistic-looking dildo.  She jumped up
out of the chair, face flaming.  Three inches or so of flesh-colored
strapon bounced up against her tummy outside her shirt, held upright by the
waistband of her jeans.  Anger and embarrassment washed over her in
competing waves.  How dare he?  Grownups weren't allowed to touch "down
there" without permission!

   "Hey, now, it's okay." Denny stifled laughter and held up his hands
placatingly.  "Ain't no thing.  You wanna wear a dick, you can wear a dick.
Hell, it looks good on you.  Darn near as big as mine.  Wanna see?"

   "No," Renee answered sullenly, only partially mollified.  Denny already
had popped the button on his jeans, though when she refused his face fell
so exaggeratedly that she couldn't help but smile.

   "Well, then, can I see yours?  Huh, can I, huh, please, please,
pleasepleaseplease?" He was cutting up now, panting like a dog.  Renee
shook her head but she was laughing as she resumed her seat.  As soon as
she did Denny scooted over to sit next to her.  He loomed over the
ten-year-old.  Renee was a solidly-built little girl and short for her age.
Without waiting for her response he reached out and grabbed the bulbous
pink head of the strapon, tugging it as far as her clothing would allow and
letting it thwap back against her stomach.  Renee jumped and squirmed in
her seat as the appliance pushed against her bald preteen cunt.  The
pressure felt good; she was starting to get the tingles.  Denny continued
to grope at her crotch, feeling along the length of the shaft.  His
eyebrows went up when he squeezed between her legs.  "Oh, my, a nutsack
too!" he exclaimed.  "I've got to see this!"

   Before Renee could form a protest Denny had unsnapped and unzipped her
jeans and pulled them open in one motion.  He couldn't pull down her
panties while she was sitting but he stuffed his hand inside them.  She
felt she ought to make him stop but his hand felt rough and warm and good
against the skin of her thighs and he immediately started pushing and
pulling on her penis, sliding the tightly cinched crotch plate back and
forth and up and down.  She gasped as the movement rubbed her chubby labia
from side to side.  The tingles got stronger and she felt a little wetness
beginning to slick the leather.  She found herself pushing her hips
forward, making her belly pooch out in an effort to get some friction
against her tiny clitty.  She could feel the little nub starting to emerge
from its hood.

   When Denny took her hand in his and placed it against his own firming
bulge it seemed completely natural.  Renee knew she shouldn't do anything
with a stranger, not until her uncle had met and approved him, but they'd
made that agreement more than a whole year ago.  She was a big kid now and
figured she could make her own decisions.  Denny seemed nice, and he
smelled nice too.  His hair was clean and a pretty yellow, his smile was
cute and dimpled, and his eyes had a nice twinkle in them.  So she pushed
the flat of her palm against his pants, working along the length and
squeezing with her fingers.  He sighed in his throat and shifted in the
seat.  She could see his underwear at the toothed vee of his open zipper
and as she watched the head of his thing pushed out against it.  Renee
giggled.

   "You're showing," she said, wrapping her hand around the bulge in the
elastic waistband.  She felt it expand and push as Denny flexed his groin
muscles.  She turned her body towards his so that she could get a better
angle.  After spending more than ten percent of her short life as an
adult's enthusiastic sex partner, Renee had an instinctive grasp of the
signals of male enjoyment and she saw them on his face while she pressed
her palm against the very tip of the bulge and twisted.  The fabric got wet
and slippery under her as his precum provided further confirmation.  She
smiled up at Denny and after a few seconds, grabbed his zipper and pulled
it the rest of the way down, then stroked her fingers back up.  When she
found the fly of his boxers she slid inside.  Her smile widened as her
fingers touched warm, pulsing skin.

   Touching a penis was pretty much Renee's favorite part of sex.  The
first time she'd seen a grownup's she'd been a little frightened - it
looked like a big angry worm with a purple head, and then it spit hot
yucky, smelly goo all over her face.  But as her uncle taught her what
makes boys feel good, how to touch and rub - and later how to kiss and lick
- a penis, her fear turned to respect and fondness and self-confidence. 
Now she felt like she imagined a lion tamer might.  She was a ten-year-old
child and with one hand she was controlling a grown man.  She felt him
shudder and twitch as she played with his organ, felt it swell as she
twirled her finger in the precum it was now leaking freely.  It made her
feel powerful and strong.  In a strange way, wearing the appliance made her
feel the same.  Lately she had taken to putting it on to masturbate.  She'd
sneak a pump of hand cream from her mom's vanity.  Then she'd strip out of
her clothes and lay on her bed with her knees open and her soles pressed
together.  With one hand on the molded scrotum and the other one skimming
up and down the shaft, she'd squint her eyes so that the strapon looked
more real and then pull it up and down and side to side, grinding her
smooth, hairless vulva into the back of the leather until the tingles
flowed out of her baby clitoris and her legs shook and her tummy filled
with butterflies.

   "Ohhhh, ohhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, aaahhAAIIEE, OH JEEZ MY BABYCUNT, OH
JEEEEEZ!" Renee's head whipped around at the familiar sound of her older
sister reaching yet another orgasm.  Karen was still in the big man's grip.
Her legs stiffened and kicked out, feet well clear of the floor and her
nude upper body twisted in spasm.  The soles of her feet were black with
dirt and her body was streaked with grey and black under the sheen of sweat
and the patchy crust of drying semen.  The man had at least two fingers
buried in her cunt and it appeared that he was supporting most of her
weight that way.  His hand was overflowing with her preteen sex juices. 
But as Karen writhed she smacked her head back into the man's chin. 
Surprised, he dropped her and the sixth-grader fell in a sweaty, twitching,
cum-soaked heap onto the stained carpet.  Groaning, she rolled clumsily to
her knees.  Despite the miasma of the man's body odor, she pressed her face
against the crotch of his filthy coverall.  "Take it out," she mumbled. 
Her bare shoulders twitched and her cuffed hands opened and closed
convulsively as if to demonstrate why she couldn't do it herself.  "Take it
out," she repeated, louder.  Her voice was high but rough because her
throat was clotted with sperm.  "Take out your penis so I can suck it!"

   With a single tug the man unzipped his coverall and clumsily shrugged
his arms free of it.  His body was covered with curly brown hair.  All
over, not just his chest.  Karen thought he smelled bad before, but with
his coverall around his ankles, wearing only a pair of stained, crusty
briefs, it was worse than she imagined.  But then his briefs joined the
coverall - Karen got a brief glimpse of their inside and wished she hadn't
- and the stink got worse than she could have imagined.  She was confronted
with a thick, uncircumcised penis that was covered in greyish filth and
slime.  The half-retracted foreskin was rimmed with some kind of cheesy
glop that smelled like rotting meat in summertime.  The man grabbed his
organ and shook it.  Karen recoiled as it cast stinking blobs on her face.
Bile rose in her throat as the stench filled her nostrils.  But Karen was a
whore and she had taken the money so she knew what she had to do.  She
opened her mouth and, steeling herself, slowly leaned forward to engulf the
crusty tube of flesh.  Try as she might, she couldn't restrain a grimace as
her tongue slid across rough, bumpy flesh.  But that single caress was all
it took.  The penis erupted, spraying semen into the back of her throat. 
Unprepared, Karen inhaled and choked.  Cum and filth filled her sinuses and
shot out of her nose.  She fell to the ground retching, drooling jizz and
smegma.  Her stomach heaved and thin, runny vomit, tasting of semen and
stomach acid, filled her mouth.  As she fought to swallow, more stinking
ejaculate rained down on her face and body.  The horrible smell and taste
permeating her sinuses brought tears to her eyes.  Finally, she lay sobbing
and coughing on her side with regurgitated semen dripping off her lips and
puddling under her cheek.

   Renee watched Karen with concern, but she was distracted.  Denny was
waggling her fake penis more vigorously and it was feeling better and
better.  "My cunt's tingling," she smiled up at him.  "You're making my
cunt feel really good.  Keep playing with my penis, please." Talking to
excite her partner was one of the first things she'd learned how to do.  At
the same time she had her hand fully inside the fly of his underwear.  Her
fingers were getting slick with precum as she skimmed them up and down the
now-fully-erect shaft of Denny's cock.  He was really hairy in there, she
could tell because the wiry pubes tickled her wrist.  Denny smiled down at
her, combing the fingers of his free hand through her ponytail as he
masturbated the fourth-grader.

   "Here, lemme get in there," he said and before Renee could reply or
object he grabbed the waist of her jeans with both hands, lifted her butt
off the chair and yanked.  Her panties came with them down to her knees. 
Denny took a cuff in each hand, lifted up in the air and pulled.  Her boots
came off as the pants pulled over them and just like that Renee was halfway
off the chair, lying on her back with her short legs in the air, naked from
the waist down except for her socks and the strapon.

   "Hey!" Renee cried.  For all of her uncomplicated enjoyment of her
childish sexuality she was still modest.  She didn't mind being naked with
someone she was sexing, but not in front of that big stinky man, and
certainly not right in the same room where her sister was whoring.  But
before she could protest or cover up, Denny had grabbed the stalk of her
strapon and was pressing down, rubbing it just right against her cunny. 
Her bare legs twitched and her toes curled inside her socks as the tingles
got stronger.  "Ooo!" she exclaimed at the good feelings.  Denny put his
hand on the back of her neck and, not gently but not uncomfortably, pulled
her head towards his open pants.  She didn't resist, not really.  She was
still a little embarrassed but she'd been thinking about using her mouth on
him anyway.  She decided she wanted to.  It was gross when the stuff
squirted in her face but she liked the way a penis felt, alive and cuddly
in her mouth, liked how when she was sucking one the man attached to it
would do anything she wanted, even more than when she was using her hands.

   So Renee didn't resist the pressure of Denny's big hand on the back of
her neck.  Instead, the fourth-grader slid one hand under his flannel shirt
onto his hairy belly for balance, and wrapped the other around the midpoint
of his shaft.  Her thumb and fingers didn't quite meet.  She squeezed just
enough to feel the blood pulsing in the hot, veiny tube.  As she drew close
to the shiny, precum-slicked tip she parted her red lips, looking up at
Denny's face as her pointed tongue darted out and licked just around the
rim of the circumcised helmet.  His eyes shut and he grimaced in pleasure.
Renee smiled and then she opened wide and sucked in the entire head.  She
used her best technique, tightening her lips and twisting her head from
side to side, flicking her tongue around and over the cockhead filling her
mouth.  She tasted the salty precum, swallowing it as saliva began to flow.
She liked the taste, unlike the much more strongly-flavored ejaculate which
was, at best, tolerable.

   Renee closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of the hot penis in
her mouth, the salty, musky taste on her tongue, the warm skin sliding
against her lips as she let Denny push her head further down.  His other
hand was still gripping her strapon, pushing it hard against her hairless
cunt.  "You like that, you little cocksucker?" Denny ground the appliance
in little circles right on her pleasure bud, and the tingles got so strong
she could hardly stand it.

   "Umm-hmmph!" the ten-year-old exclaimed around her mouthful of cock, As
she raised and lowered her head, air escaped from her lips making little
farty noises.  She let her legs fall open wide and hummed deep in her
throat at the good feelings Denny was giving her.  Her hips began to twitch
involuntarily.  Her position was a little awkward with her butt sliding
down on the chair and her torso twisted so she could suck the cock deeper
into her mouth; little shivers began to run through her tensed belly
muscles.  Her big lips felt hot and puffy, and she could feel her juice
trickling between them and down across her butthole.

   "Hey!" Denny called suddenly.  Renee felt his stomach muscles tense
against her cheek as she kept sucking.  "Pull up your pants and go tell
Frankie it's his turn!" Renee felt her face go hot, embarrassment cutting
through the shivers and good feelings, as she realized she had completely
forgotten the stinky man.  Her eyes locked with his for a moment.  He was
just standing there staring at her, staring at her fake penis spouting from
between her naked legs, watching her suck Denny's cock.  Karen lay at his
feet.  She had uncurled and lay on her stomach.  Her face was covered by
her tangled, cum-clotted blond hair.  Her legs were splayed wide and her
cuffed hands clenched and unclenched as she ground her sloppy pussy against
the rough, dirty carpet.  High-pitched grunts came from beneath the dirty
mop of her hair as she frotted herself.

   The man bent slowly to obey Denny's command.  A long string of saliva
dripped from his open mouth and puddled in the small of Karen's back,
running down across the streaks of grease marring her smooth, pale skin. 
Clumsily he shrugged back into his coverall and lumbered out the door. 
Renee closed her eyes, blocking out her momentary embarrassment, blocking
out her naked big sister desperately hunching herself against the floor,
concentrating on the smooth skin of Denny's penis sliding between her lips
and the shivery warmth spreading from her cunny through her body.  She
could feel an orgasm getting close; she hoped it happened before Denny
squirted and she had to taste his sperm.

   Renee's jaws were starting to ache; her mouth was opened nearly as wide
as it could go to accommodate Denny's penis.  It was thicker than she was
used to.  He began to hump up at her, trying to force his tool deeper than
she was comfortable with, while at the same time pressing harder on the
back of her head.  Her circled thumb and forefinger bumped against her lips
with increasing force.  When he didn't heed the "unh-uh" noises she was
making through her mouthful of cock, she squeezed, hard, like she was used
to doing with her uncle to signal she didn't like something.  Denny grunted
and his hand left the back of her head.  Mollified, Renee went back to
sucking cock as best she knew how.  A moment later, she felt his hand
sliding down her side.  It reached the hem of her shirt and pulled it
upwards, baring her torso almost up to her plum-sized boobies.  Then he
stroked down over her bare hip.  He squeezed one butt cheek, pulling open
her crack - the air was suddenly cool on her butthole - and then rolled her
onto her side.  A finger wormed under the strapon from behind and she
jumped as it surged into her cunny, pressing against her virgin barrier. 
But the quick twinge of pain was gone before she could complain and his
slickened finger slid into her buttcrack and pressed against her clenching
anus.  It was still plenty sore and Renee groaned around her mouthful of
cock.  She rolled further, throwing one bare leg over Denny's denim thighs,
trying to wriggle away.  She heard the door opening again as the finger
pressed harder against her backside.

   Karen heard the door open, too, but she didn't open her eyes.  She was
still lying prone, still pressing her gooey vulva against the floor.  Her
chin slid in the foul-smelling puddle of drool and ejaculate she had spit
up.  Her jaws clenched as she ground her cunt frantically against the
scratchy carpeting.  She whimpered through gritted teeth as she tried
desperately to get enough friction against her tortured clit to trigger
another orgasm.  She jumped when she felt hands on her shoulders and a
voice said, "Niiiiiice..." She twisted her head to see, trying to toss her
hair clear.  It was the rat-faced clerk who had cussed her out when she had
first stepped - well, been dragged - into the building.  He planted his
feet on either side of her waist and squatted down.

   Karen relaxed as she felt his fingers running down her sides, skipping
over the light corrugations of her ribs.  But then she squeaked in surprise
as the clerk grabbed her hips and stood, hoisting her into the air.  Her
hair flopped forward, dragging through the disgusting puddle of her spit
and secretions and her bare toes scrabbled for purchase on the floor. 
"Oooof!" The breath was driven from her lungs as the naked twelve-year-old
was dropped on her stomach onto the communion rail.  She struggled weakly
to raise her head but with her arms bound she had no leverage, and all she
could do was look backwards through her split dangling legs.  Her view of
Renee was blocked by the the clerk's jeans-clad lower body as he stepped
behind her.  She heard the jingle of a belt being undone, then a zipper,
then..."Owwweeeee!" She yipped as she was ruthlessly penetrated.  In one
thrust he had buried himself to the hilt in her sloppy quim.  He started
pumping rapidly, ignoring her feeble cries.  Then his cock hit something
deep inside her that hurt and she yowled.

   "Shut up!" he growled, and SLAP!  She yelped again as he landed a
stinging blow on her bare ass.  And then he was pounding her mercilessly.
Her cunt burned from the friction, and ached deep inside, still sore from
being stretched so outrageously by Runcible's knot.  But at the peak of
every thrust when she was completely full, Karen could feel the vibrations
from the butt plug traveling all through her midsection.  Her bent-over
posture pressed so hard on her diaphragm that she was kept gasping for
breath and her attempted cries of pain were reduced to breathy whines. 
Blows continued to rain down on her ass; she could feel her cheeks heating
and knew they must be glowing red.  Her clitoris was on fire - it felt like
her entire weight was pressing down on it, pinching it between her pubic
mound and the rough wood of the rail.  It was being squeezed so hard Karen
feared it would burst, but under the pain a terrible pleasure was rising,
roiling in her stomach, taking her closer and closer to the peak she craved
so badly.

   Renee was concentrating on the penis filling her mouth and on wriggling
her butt away from the finger that kept pushing at her sphincter, but when
she heard Karen's cries her eyes flew open and her head jerked up in
surprise.  Denny's cock left her mouth with an audible pop and bounced
against his belly.  It was shiny with her spit and his precum.  "Hey, he
didn't pay!" she complained to Denny.  "Make him...Owwww!" Denny's finger
had found the right angle and he had forced it up her ass to the second
joint.  "Stop!" the ten-year-old ordered him.  "I don't like that!" But
Denny ignored her.  Instead the hand that had been playing with her penis,
giving her all those delicious feelings in her cunt, suddenly came up and
clamped across her back, pinioning her across Denny's lap with her butt
exposed.  She squealed as his finger went further in until the edge of his
hand wedged between her buttocks.

   Renee was accustomed to enjoying anal penetration, but she was still
plenty sore from what had happened with Stanley in the afternoon.  Besides
that, except for the very first time it had always been with her eager
consent.  At first she couldn't understand what was happening, but as Denny
held her tighter and despite her increasingly violent struggles, stretched
her sphincter with a second finger she grasped the magnitude of her error.
She felt two fingers withdraw and then savagely plunge into her anal
passage.  "Ow, OW!" she yelled.  "Stop!  It hurts real bad!" She heard the
note of pleading in her own voice and that's when the anger came.  How dare
he!  How dare he treat her like a whore!  Her head was crushed into Denny's
lap and the head of his exposed cock was almost poking her in the eye.  She
opened her mouth and prepared to sink her teeth into it...

   "AAAAIAIAIAIAIIIEEEAARRGGGH!!" Karen's piercing scream froze the younger
child and her molester.  The naked sixth-grader spasmed violently, her
spine arching backwards until her upper body was almost vertical.  She
convulsed so hard she actually wrenched herself free of the penis impaling
her and tumbled head-over-heels, crashing to the floor on her shoulders and
her bound hands.  She flopped like a gaffed tuna, shrieking at the top of
her lungs.  "EEEYYYAAAHHH!  YEEEAAAH!" She raised her head and stared down
at herself in horror.  Fresh blood was dribbling down through her downy
pubes, running across her abdomen and pooling in her navel.  It was coming
from her clitoris.  A viciously sharp splinter of wood from the unfinished
communion rail, three inches long and thick as an embroidery needle, had
broken off and jammed itself into the tumescent, oversize knob of flesh. 
It went in from underneath at the root, and almost but not quite pierced
the top side.  The point was visible pushing at the tender flesh from
underneath.  The pain was a giant spike that drove her out of her floaty
place and pinned her, helpless, to her pain-wracked body. 
"Ahhh-huhhhh-huhhhh-huhhhh!" she sobbed wildly.  "Take it out!  Oh, God,
TAKE IT OUT!  Help me, help meeeee!"

   Frankie bent down, staring at her crotch in leering wonder.  He saw a
clitoris grotesquely oversized for a twelve-year-old child, swollen and
throbbing.  It looked ridiculously out of place rising from under the hood
of Karen's undeveloped inner labia and her smooth vulva, even if the lips
were flowered open and flushed with arousal and drenched with her thick
secretions.  The sliver of wood dug in at an angle and deformed the
wrinkled flesh on the other side.  Drops of blood were cast in all
directions as Karen struggled, landing on her filthy thighs and belly and
running down through her gaping slot.  Karen's face was frozen in a rictus
of agony.  It was wet with sweat and tears, covered with patches of fresh
and drying semen, and streaked with the remains of her mascara.  Her blue
eyes stared at Frankie, silently pleading as he loomed over her.

   Karen screamed again and Renee tried to wrench herself free, but it was
no use.  Denny was a grown man and just too much bigger and stronger than
the ten-year-old child.  He wrapped his free hand in her hair and jerked
her upright.  She clamped her lips on a squeal of pain but tears filled her
eyes as she was lifted by her hair and by the two fingers stuck in her ass.
Struggling futilely, she found herself carried and thrown over the
communion rail.  Her strapon dug into her stomach, making it hard to
breathe.  Cold air blew across her naked butt and legs, and her shirt fell
up under her armpits, baring her forming breasts and rendering her
essentially naked except for her socks.  The rail trembled as her big
sister, still screaming and thrashing, was dumped back on to it beside her.
The next thing she felt was Denny's fingers being roughly yanked from her
ass and then something larger and hot pushing at the opening.  "This is
rape," she thought in a calm, detached corner of her mind, answering a
question she had asked Karen many many months ago.  "I am being raped." And
she gritted her teeth against the burning pain as Denny forced his erection
into her bowels.

   Her short legs kicked helplessly as Denny wedged himself between them.
The burning in her rectum got steadily worse as Denny began thrusting,
until it felt like she was being sandpapered inside.  Tears of pain and
rage gathered in her eyes.  "It's okay if it hurts," Denny panted above
her, his voice a mockery of kindliness.  "You can cry, it's okay." That
made Renee even more determined not to make a sound.  She clamped her jaw
tight shut.  The only sound that escaped her gritted teeth was a rough
grunt as the weight of the grown man bearing down on her prepubescent body
forced air from her lungs.

   Karen had stopped screaming, was instead keening softly, piteously, as
she was again fucked violently from behind.  Renee turned her head to look
at her big sister.  The two children were bent over the rail side by side,
their heads upside-down and their legs kicking the air.  Spunk-thickened
drool ran out of Karen's mouth and down her inverted face to dribble into
her blond hair, through the tangled, sperm-clotted mess and onto the
carpet. Blood dribbled down her front from her pierced clit and dripped off
one nipple.  Her blue eyes were wide and glazed.  Renee wasn't sure Karen
was even aware of her.  She reached out a hand to stroke the hot, greasy
skin of her bare back.  They lurched in mismatched rhythm as they were
forcefully penetrated.  "I'm sorry, Karen," Renee whispered, and the tears
prickling her eyes overflowed.  "I love you.  I'm sorry."

   "Damn!" Frankie yelled, jumping back and yanking his cock out of Karen's
brutalized vagina.  Renee's nostrils filled with an acrid stench and from
her upside-down vantage she saw liquid running down Karen's legs and
dripping off her toes.  A dark stain covered the front of Frankie's open
pants.  "The little bitch pissed on me!" Stepping to the side he spanked
Karen with all his might.  She lurched forward from the force of the blow,
then again and again as he continued hitting her. 
"Stupid...little...fucking...whore!" he yelled in time with the beating. 
Karen's expression barely changed.  Her eyes were still open but her
nervous system was already overloaded; she was simply incapable of feeling
any more pain.

   Denny guffawed and made an especially hard thrust into Renee's tortured
ass.  He got a couple of smacks in himself as the last of Karen's urine
dribbled onto the wood and dripped down.  "Let's switch, then, if you're
done with her." And in that moment Renee realized she had one, only one
chance to redeem herself.  She took a deep breath and let it out slowly
like Sensei taught, suppressing a groan as Denny pulled out of her.  She
felt cool air playing around her gaping, throbbing sphincter.  She reached
up and gripped the rail with both hands, holding tight for leverage,
watching as Denny stepped back and Frankie's upside-down legs moved into
line behind her.  Closer, closer...she lashed out with her right leg, heel
pointed, trying to kick through the target, not at it.  She felt the shock
of contact all the way up to her hip as her sock-clad foot connected
solidly with Frankie's balls.

   Frankie was a grown man and Renee was a small-for-her-age fourth-grader
but she had leverage and over a year of martial arts classes on her side.
Frankie reeled into a folding chair, fell backwards over it and hit his
head on another.  He curled into a fetal position with his hands over his
exposed genitals.  One worn sneaker twitched and he moaned.  Renee levered
herself backwards off the rail.  Her sock feet thumped on the floor and the
strapon wobbled.  She turned and started to get into her fighting stance -
and her world exploded in stars.  She had the barest glimpse of Denny's
fist flying at her face and then it was her flying backwards.  She stumbled
off the edge of the carpet and her socks slid on the concrete floor.  Her
feet flew out from under her and her head smacked against the wall as she
fell.

   Something was wrong.  There was a ringing in Renee's ears.  It was all
she could hear.  She shook her head and felt like she was going to throw
up. She realized she was lying on the floor.  Concrete was cold against her
buttocks and the backs of her thighs.  She drew in a deep breath and
choked. Liquid flowed up her nose.  She rolled over, coughing, and saw
blood dripping onto the floor.  It was her blood.  She was bleeding.  Denny
had hit her and now she was bleeding.  He had raped her, and hit her, and
now...Karen!  Just like that her head cleared and the half-naked child
jumped to her feet.  What she saw filled her with horror.

   Denny was fucking Karen from behind.  He wrapped her leash around his
hand right at her collar and jerked up.  Karen's groans cut off as the
collar dug into the tender flesh of her throat.  Her mouth stayed open but
no noise came out.  Denny pulled back hard.  With her hands bound Karen had
no way to stop him from choking her.  She struggled weakly, her bare feet
waving on either side of Denny' muscular thighs.  Her face was turning red.
Her eyes frantic, showing white all the way around.  Her mouth moved but
nothing came out.  Denny thrust savagely into her, pounding her wounded
clitoris against the rail.  It was bloody beneath her.

   Renee ignored the pounding in her head, ignored the blood dripping down
her lips and chin, ignored her nudity and the burning pain in her rectum.
The ten-year-old knew this wasn't going to be like sparring in the dojo. 
There wouldn't be any do-overs, no corrections from Sensei and try again.
She had to get it right the first time.  She moved sideways until she was
out of Denny' peripheral vision.  She probably needn't have worried.  He
was totally engrossed in rutting on Karen.  The older girl's body stiffened
and twitched each time he jammed her clit against the wooden rail.  Her
tongue was sticking out of her mouth now, her eyes bulged, and her face was
purple.

   Renee put her feet into her fighting stance.  This was it.  She took a
deep breath and let it out.  Then she skip-slid toward Denny.  Her foot
came off the floor, she cocked her leg, pivoted, and drove the hardest kick
she could into the side of his knee.  Denny yelled as his leg gave way,
lost his balance and dropped Karen's leash.  Her head hit the carpet with a
sickening thump, but Renee was already moving again.  Denny didn't stand
obediently still like the students Renee practiced the self-defense moves
with, so the takedown was sloppy - but it worked.  She put the grown man on
the floor on his back.  She leapt into the air to execute the final move.
Sensei taught this to the little kids if they were ever grabbed by a
grownup.  No grappling; the adult's larger size and strength would always
win.  Instead, a quick takedown and then jump on their center mass with all
your weight.  If you hit the belly you'd knock the wind out of them, if you
hit the chest you'd break a rib or two, and either way that would give you
enough time to run and scream.  So Renee jumped, pulled her knees up as
high as she could and then drove her legs straight down with all her might.
But Denny was quick and tried to get out of the way.  Tried, but failed. 
One of Renee's feet struck him on the collarbone and the other drove
straight into his throat.  Renee felt something crunch beneath her heel. 
Off balance, she fell and rolled.  She swallowed blood and went into a
coughing fit, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees.

   Karen's vision was grey with blackness creeping in from the edges.  She
had been choked almost to unconsciousness when Denny let go and she fell
heavily to the floor.  The impact jarred her and instinctively she drew a
shuddering breath.  The constriction on her throat was gone.  Sweet air
filled her lungs, oxygen flooded her body's tissues, and the sensations
that had been fading away with her consciousness smashed back into her like
a speeding train.  Her whole body throbbed; pain worse than anything she
had ever felt lanced through her wounded clitoris.  She drew a second
breath to scream and then like a tsunami of white-hot lava her orgasm
rushed over her.  Her world went blank; she lost all sense of her body
except as a live wire, a cable burning with high-voltage pleasure.  Her
legs shot out, heels drumming against the floor.  Her arm muscles
contracted so hard that her shoulders were wrenched in their sockets as she
strained against her handcuffs.  Juice squirted out of her abused pussy in
a hot, clear stream, splashing onto Denny's face and soaking his shirt. 
"Uhhhaiee...Uhhhaiee...UhhhEEEYYAAHH!" Screams tore from her throat over
and over as her pubescent body was overwhelmed with wave after wave.

   Renee made it to her feet, aware that every instant of delay hurt their
chances to escape.  But Denny wasn't getting up.  His hands were at his
throat, a puzzled expression on his face as he tried and failed to draw
breath.  Puzzlement became panic as he was unable to get air past his
crushed larynx.  She watched his heaving chest with increasing alarm. 
Karen's scream almost made her wet herself.  She danced around the
strangling man and dropped to her knees next to the spasming older girl. 
Karen was oblivious, totally overcome by sexual release.  Renee grabbed her
upper arm and pulled but her sister was convulsing too violently to stand.
Then Renee saw the spike of wood protruding from her most intimate part. 
She reacted without thinking, grabbing the splinter and trying to yank it
out.  It was slippery with blood and ripped out sidewise, tearing a ragged
gash in the underside of the swollen knob.

   Karen yowled in agony but if anything her orgasmic spasms intensified.
"C'mon, Karen, we have to go!  Get up!  Now!" Renee was in tears, frantic,
but Karen just lay on the floor shuddering.  Renee panicked.  "GET UP!" she
shrieked.  "GET UP NOW, YOU WHORE!" She slapped Karen's bloody cunt with
all her might.  "YOU WHORE!  RUN, YOU WHORE!" She grabbed the older girl's
arm and by main force yanked her half-upright.  Dazed, uncomprehending,
sobbing and moaning, barely able to control her legs, still wracked with
wave after wave of orgasm, Karen somehow got her feet under her.  Renee
grabbed the leash and pulled the naked, bleeding child across the room. 
She grabbed her boots and pants on the way, shoving them into her backpack
along with the stack of money and fumbling in a pocket for her phone.  She
burst out the trailer's back door, dragging Karen behind her.  Damp, cold
air slapped against her bare lower body as they pelted down three steps. 
Her socks were little protection against the graveled lot but she gritted
her teeth and ran.  Karen couldn't manage it in her bare feet.  She
stumbled, unable to break her fall with her arms bound, and measured her
height on the ground.  Sharp stones tore at her abused flesh, but Renee
pulled her to her feet again and the two bleeding children vanished into
the fog.
   To be continued...