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   Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 12 (gg, g-solo, exhib, s/m, tort, pierc,
psychorgasmic blasphemy) by Rufus Fugit

   The two children had fled beyond the edge of the graveled parking lot
until Karen's shaking legs could carry her no farther.  Renee would have
rather been completely past the reach of the brilliant lot lighting but the
cold mist swirled densely around them, diffusing if not softening the
yellow sodium glare and, she hoped, hiding them from sight.  Renee was
wearing her turtleneck shirt and denim jacket.  Her hiking boots were
untied and her sockfeet slipped around inside them.  But the ten-year-old
was nude from the waist down, save for the adult-sized strapon sprouting
incongruously from her hairless preteen crotch.  She had grabbed her
backpack and her trousers and run, but hadn't had time to put them back on
after her brutal anal rape and the confused events that followed.  Now she
sat on the crumpled jeans, wriggling as she tried to ease the burning in
her asshole.  Her head pounded painfully, accented by a sharp stab each
time she snuffled around the blood filling her nostrils.  She was
shivering, as much from reaction to the violent end to Karen's evening of
whoring as to the damp, near-freezing air.

   Renee bent over the filthy, bruised body of her older sister as the
bigger girl sobbed helplessly.  She watched with an odd detachment as the
blood dripping from her nose ran into the hollows between the knobs of
Karen's spine.  The older girl was completely naked, squatting splay-legged
with her upper body resting across Renee's thighs.  Cold mud coated her
shins, squelched between her toes.  Her hands clenched and unclenched
spasmodically as she tugged futilely at the cuffs binding her wrists behind
her.  She squirmed, mashing her nearly-hairless vulva into the muck but the
freezing semi-liquid failed to soothe.  Her torn clitoris throbbed
agonizingly, but she was crying as much from fear as from that pain.  When
the wooden splinter had ripped into her pleasure knob it had felt like it
was being torn out at the root and now as she ground her mons into the mud
the pain flared anew.

   Karen was afraid.  For the last 18 months her life had revolved around
the oversized, wrinkled bud at the apex of her pubescent slit.  She had
examined it minutely in the mirror, wondering how such a little thing had
such total power over her.  Every day it called to her; every day she had
to respond.  Every morning she awoke with the need already starting to
build between her legs.  Every day she had to slake it, with her fingers if
she had to, with a penis if she could - any penis, whose hardly mattered.
Sure, she liked some better than others.  Raymond was her best friend,
Mister Al was always nice and cuddled her, Tommy had a big one and knew how
to move it to make it feel extra good for her.  But any cock was better
than no cock, even if it was dirty, or the man was ugly or mean or made it
hurt.  Karen was used to discomfort or even a little pain when she had
intercourse.  She was, after all, still a child, even if she had been
fucked hundreds, no, thousands of times since her uncle had deflowered her
at age 11.  Her vagina was growing but still too shallow to fully engulf
many adult cocks, no matter how hard she tried.  No matter; the whore
protected her.  The whore was tough; she took it and let Karen lay back in
her floaty place.

   But this was different.  This wasn't the momentary stab of a hot, blunt
cockhead bumping against her cervix or the ache of a thick shaft stretching
her juvenile channel.  That was just seasoning that made the hot, urgent
pleasure of sex all the better.  This was far more than even the whore
could bear.  Karen could feel fresh blood slicking her thighs, warm at
first but cooling and sticky as it oozed to the ground.  With every beat of
her heart her swollen, abused clitoris throbbed and the jagged open wound
spiked fresh agony through her shivering body.  She felt lightheaded and
sick to her stomach.  Her brain was fuzzed by the terrible pain, the cold,
the trauma, and all she could think, over and over, was what if it never
healed?  What if she could never stroke it again, could never feel the heat
build and build, what if her babycunt could never again explode in the
orgasms she so desperately craved?  She cried harder, unable to stop
herself from imagining the worst.

   Karen was oblivious to everything but the cold and the pain between her
legs, but Renee saw the flashing blue and red lights emerging from the
mist, heard the tires crunching on the gravel.  The police were coming! 
She had to get away.  She knew she'd done something bad, and if they caught
her they'd take her away and she'd be in trouble.  Her ten-year-old mind
had only the vaguest idea of what that actually meant, but she knew that
there was no way she could explain things - her bloody nose, her naked,
handcuffed sister, the fat sheaf of sweaty bills inside her backpack -- and
Denny, who she had last seen struggling for breath around his crushed
larynx.  She had done that.  And if they caught her they'd take her away,
and they'd take Karen away, and Renee would have failed.  She'd promised to
protect her sister, that's why she'd done it, that's why she'd had to,
to...she couldn't even think it.  "Karen, we have to go," she said, cutting
off her own thoughts.  Karen didn't react, just curled her nude, shivering
body more tightly around her little sister's bare thighs.

   "We have to go," Renee insisted.  "Come on!" She stood, attempting to
pull the bigger girl to her feet with her, but Karen just rolled onto her
side and curled up more tightly, pressing one side of her face into the
mud. Her cuffed hands were against the base of her spine, clenched so hard
that her knuckles were white.  She continued sobbing as Renee struggled
into her jeans.  They were wet and muddy and she almost fell over
struggling to pull the heavy denim over her boots.  Her hands were shaking
badly.  She couldn't manage to stuff the wobbling latex shaft of her
strap-on into her fly and finally settled for just fastening the snap,
leaving the zipper gaping and the pink dildo bouncing through it.  As the
candy-colored glow got brighter and brighter through the fog, panic welled
up from her tummy.  The fourth-grader groped underneath Karen until her
fingers closed on the cold metal links of the leash and then she stood,
pulling with all her might.  "Come ON!"

   Karen's crying ended in choking as she was dragged to her feet by the
leather collar snug around her neck.  For a panicked moment she couldn't
draw breath and her vision went gray.  She blinked mud out of one eye and
tried to spit to clear it from her mouth, but only managed a weak dribble
of grit down her chin.  Drying mud pulled against her skin, heavier and
thicker than the crust of semen underneath it on her face, neck, across her
collarbones and down her adolescent titties.  It itched as the cold
crinkled her nipples.  Through tear-blurred vision she saw her younger
sister pulling on her leash.  Fully-dressed now, Renee looked really scared
and it penetrated Karen's pain-hazed mind that they had to move. 
Obediently she started to take a step but as her bare thighs separated the
filth coating her adolescent sex pulled the tender skin.  "AAIE!" she
yelped.  It felt like a knife shoved up her cunt, as bad or worse as the
original wound.  She froze, and as hard as Renee pulled on the leash, she
couldn't she couldn't make herself move.  It hurt too much.  Her knees
locked and she stood stock still, whimpering.

   Renee was frantic.  The flashing red and blue colored the fog all around
them and she couldn't make Karen move.  "We're going to get caught.  I'm
going to get caught," was all she could think of as she yanked as hard as
she could on Karen's leash, without effect.  Finally, in desperation her
eyes focused below Karen's heaving, muddy belly on her mound and her
pulsing clitoris.  The injury had caused it to swell even further than
normal and almost without thinking Renee's hand flashed out, seizing the
bloody knob between her thumb and the knuckle of her forefinger.  It was
slippery so she squeezed as tight as she could and PULLED!

   Karen's world exploded.  She had been hurting but what she felt next was
so far beyond that, it wasn't even in the same universe.  Her snatch felt
like someone had stuffed a blowtorch into it.  Her vision went red, her
bare limbs stiffened, jerked, and strained as if electrified.  Air rushed
out of her before she could scream, leaving her gape-mouthed and gasping.
Every nerve in her body screamed, screamed, overloaded and shut down.  The
last thing she felt was herself, leaving her body.  And that's when Karen
met God.

   Some unknowable time later, Karen came back to herself.  She felt oddly
disconnected from her body.  Her naked skin tingled with heat and cold
simultaneously.  Sweat and condensed mist was etching trails through the
crust of mud.  It itched.  Sweat and hot tears blurred her vision and crept
down her burning cheeks.  Wet, muddy tangles of her thick blond hair
slapped rhythmically against her bounds arms and the length of her bare
back.  The twelve-year-old realized she was walking with an off-balance,
splay-legged gait, her bare heels thumping on the cold, crumbling asphalt.
Why, she wondered, why was she walking - and then heat flared in her center
and raced along her nerves, stiffening her arms and legs with the shock and
briefly making her puffy nipples agonizingly sensitized to the night air.
The traumatized child almost blacked out again, but as her head flopped
forwards she had her answer.  She was trailing behind her little sister as
Renee hustled them out of the parking lot.  Her hand was clenched tight
like a fist almost touching Karen's lightly-fuzzed mons - and emerging
between the knuckles was a thin pink shaft that stretched to the top of her
slit.  Her clitty!  A distant part of her mind quailed, dizzy with horror
as the oversized bud was pulled to its limit.  The pain was almost
unendurable.

   But only almost.  Because God was there.  God was touching her.  Karen
felt God all over her.  God was touching her inside as well as outside, and
God's touch was beautiful.  It didn't take the pain away, or even lessen
it. Because the pain was part of being a whore, and that's what God had
made her.  God showed her how a good whore welcomes the pain, and that's
what Karen did.  The sixth-grader let her eyes drift closed as her little
sister yanked over and over on her wounded clitoris.  She savored the pain
with each step, feeling God's caress around and inside her, and as the pain
filled her and thrilled along her limbs she started to feel something else,
a familiar tingling pleasure.  Slick tissues rubbed together inside her
hot, well-used babycunt.  Soothing warmth coursed down her inner thighs as
her sex juices started to leak.  Her own scent filled her nostrils, cutting
through the sharp stink of diesel fumes.  The anal vibrator still plugging
her rectum buzzed implacably, filling her belly with a growing urgency.

   Karen began to pant as she stumbled along behind her little sister. 
Each savage yank on her battered pleasure organ made her choke as pain
raced through her body, but God was there, too, and with God's touch came
something else alongside the pain, something sharper and stronger and
terribly familiar.  Her joints began to tremble as waves of preorgasmic
shudders washed over her.  Her panting turned into moaning, a sharp,
whining sigh with each exhale.  Her heart raced in her skinny chest,
pounding harder and harder until her vision flickered red with every beat.
"Hiiii-uhiiiii-uhiiii," her voice echoed in her ears, each painful tread of
her bare soles against the gravel forcing a little grunt between her
clenched teeth.

   The two children had made it out of the parking lot and up the road
halfway to the bridge.  Renee set a punishing pace, squeezing her sister's
swollen clitoris ever harder as the blood- and sex-slicked nub burned
hotter and hotter between her fingers.  Karen's voice had become a steady
keening, rising and falling with the tension of her abused nub as she
stumbled unevenly behind the stocky brunette child.  Her body was swamped
with pain and pleasure, her mind overwhelmed.  "Goddddddddd," she moaned,
praising God's presence and the love that filled her.  "Goddd, goddd,
goddd, godgodgodgodgodmybabycuntgodmybabycuuuaaAAAAAAAIIIEEEEE!"

   The shriek sent chills racing down Renee's spine, and before she could
react Karen gave a twisting lurch and though Renee clenched her fingers
desperately the older girl's wounded clit stretched taut, pulled impossibly
thin and then snapped free.  Karen staggered backwards, screaming as she
fell against the rusty guardrail at the edge of the road.  She balanced
precariously on her heels with her legs spread wide.  Her head was thrown
back and her back arched, pointing her pert boobies at the sky as every
muscle in her body strained.  She yowled like an animal as an orgasm burst
over her, grabbed her and shook her like a wolf with a rag doll in its
teeth.  No normal twelve-year-old's body could stand what Karen was
experiencing.  Renee, the cold, the road, sucking cock, eating cum, being
fucked, her body, her present, her past, all disappeared.  Her universe was
orgasm, sharpened and intensified beyond belief by the pain, wracking her
over and over and over.  Only God kept her from flying to pieces.  Hot
cream spurted from her slit, spraying a shocked Renee from nose to waist,
soaking her jacket with the reek of preteen sex.  A fat dollop splashed on
the head of Renee's dildo making it glisten and wobble in the dim light.

   "AAAIIIEEE!  AAAIIIEEE!  AAAIIIEEE!" Karen screeched over and over,
helpless as a kitten in a tornado before the force of her climax.  She
didn't feel the cold air on her skin, the sharp gravel cutting into her
heels, the bruises on her wrists.  There was only the pleasure, and the
pain, and God, all of them filling her and swallowing her up.

   Finally, the tension drained from her slim, nude body.  Her eyes
fluttered open.  The freezing rusty metal of the guardrail pressed into her
butt.  Hot juice ran down her legs and over her bare feet.  Her legs still
trembled with aftershocks but she was able to push herself erect.  She
heard whimpering and gradually realized it was her own voice.  As her eyes
focused she looked down at her little sister.  Renee's expression was
stunned.  There was a shiny trail of juice running right down the center of
her face, her nose, her full lips, and dripping off her chin.  The front of
her jacket was spattered and her penis was wet and shiny.  Karen grunted as
a quick buzz in her anus made her muscles clench, and for a moment she had
to fight the desire to drop to her knees, take her little sister's fake
cock in her mouth and suck it for all she was worth.  "Karen...are you OK?"
Renee asked tremulously.

   "Yes," Karen panted, then she broke into a wide smile.  "I'm really OK.
God's watching us, Renee.  God showed me - showed me how to be a whore."

   The ten-year-old looked nonplussed.  "We have to get away, Karen.  You
understand?  The guy that fucked you...I...I hurt him."

   "You killed him," Karen corrected.  Renee flinched from the truth, but
Karen stepped forward.  She would have hugged her little sister if her
hands hadn't been cuffed behind her.  Instead she just pressed her taut,
naked body against the smaller girl.  Renee hugged her instead, heedless of
the filth smearing Karen's bare skin and the stench of sex rising from her.
"It's OK, Renee.  God knows you had to do it.  God loves you, too." She
felt Renee's rubber cock pressed between them and she couldn't help but
spread her legs and squat slightly.  The molded glans pulled the edges of
her wound apart and pain flared.

   Renee felt her stiffen, and released her hold.  "Let's go back to the
hotel now." She took a step but Karen didn't.  "Come on!" she urged.

   Karen's cheeks colored slightly.  She dropped her eyes and her voice
trembled.  "Keep...keep pulling me," she said weakly.  Renee didn't argue.
She reached down, pressing a finger into Karen's sopping slit and curling
it up until she could grasp the damaged skin.  Karen threw her head back
and groaned as the pleasure took her again.  She leaned back until the
tension was almost unbearable and then, with the same awkward duck-footed
gait, with another maelstrom of agony and ecstasy boiling up from her
center, she let her little sister tow her over the bridge towards their
hotel.

   Karen peaked twice more, once on the bridge over the highway and once as
the two children entered the hotel parking lot.  Each time she fell to her
knees, scraping them on the oily pavement.  Each time her naked body
convulsed, her childish muscles straining against the tide of sensation. 
Each time hot girl-cum squirted from her adolescent babycunt, soaking her
thighs and puddling on the ground between her toes.  Each time God took her
up, squeezed her and the pain and the pleasure together until it was
perfect.  Until she was a perfect whore.  And those were only the peaks. 
In between her orgasm never really ended.  The ceaseless, painful
stretching and pulling of her clitoris left it grotesquely swollen, covered
with blood and cream, and each cruel tug shot through her body, forcing
grunts and yips from between clenched jaws and triggering more spasms.

   By the time the children approached the hotel's entrance, Karen was
nearly done in.  The naked sixth-grader was dripping with sweat from her
filthy, snarled waist-length blond hair to the chipped polish on her
delicate toes.  Her skin steamed in the cold, damp night air.  Her eyes
were glazed and febrile.  Her body trembled with the hammering of her
heart. Perspiration cut trails through the pale brown of dried mud and the
black grease that covered most of her body, etching jagged lines of pale
white skin.  The salt stung her eyes and the scrapes on her knees, palms,
soles, and innumerable other places on her slim preteen form.  Sweat
dripped from her snub nose, her chin, her puffy upturned nipples.  Only her
vulva and her inner thighs were completely free of grime, having been
washed clean by her repeated ejaculations and the steady oozing of her sex
honey.  Fatigue cramped her thighs and calves.  Her whole body shook with
exhaustion.

   It had been a year since Karen had felt anything close to this, at the
party Moira had thrown for her last Christmas.  It was there she discovered
what she had then thought were the limits of her tender child's body. 
After a certain point she ceased to be Karen, the elementary school girl
with the secret, the burning hot babycunt that demanded sex every day.  The
sex, the heat of it, the smells, the juices, the pleasure that built and
exploded and built again - it swallowed her.  It swallowed Karen, her fear
of discovery, her shame and guilt, swallowed and dissolved her until all
that was left was the next orgasm, the need for it to be bigger and harder
and hotter than the one before.  It even swallowed the whore.

   Karen slumped against one of the porte-cochere's pillars as Renee,
invisible in the darkness, peered through the glass doors at the security
guard and desk clerk inside.  The ten-year-old stripped off her jacket.  It
wasn't enough, it was probably too short even to cover Karen's crotch, but
if they ran straight through the lobby to the stairs...A breeze flattened
her shirt against her rounded belly and blew chill air into her open fly,
which reminded her of her own deshabille.  She started to tuck her strap-on
into her pants one-handed as she turned to give Karen her coat.

   Karen had turned to press her front against the pillar.  She had spread
her legs and was grinding her mound, smearing the whitewashed plaster with
filth and cunt juice.  "Grrrnngh, fuck," she whimpered.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck
meeee, ohhh fuck my babycunt." She rolled wild eyes at the stocky younger
girl, focusing only on the rubber cock still half out of her pants.  "Ohhh,
Renee, fuck me, fuck your cock in me, I gotta, gotta oh fuck my babycunt my
whore babycunt, I'm a whory whore babycunt," she babbled on, staggering
towards her baffled little sister.  Renee's head whipped around at the
sound of a car coming up the drive.  Out of options, she stood on tiptoe to
toss her jacket over Karen's shoulders, then once again grabbed the
sixth-grader's bleeding clitoris and hit the front doors running.  Blinded
by pain and then bright light, Karen swallowed a shriek.

   The two disheveled children staggered through the lobby and were
pounding up the stairwell before Karen's nakedness really registered on the
night staff.  The two men shared a bemused "did you just see what I thought
I saw?" look but were quickly distracted by the complaints of a fat
salesman from Albuquerque.
   To be continued...