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Jenny's Couch Book III, part 6 (Mg, Mgg, M+g, oral, anal, size, tort, pierce, forced-exhib, humil, prost) by Rufus Fugit The road to Nate's was in terrible shape. It had needed regrading for a couple of seasons now and this last winter's storms had really made a mess of it - deep ruts, pavers canted at unfriendly angles, gravel washed into piles. And my truck was still sprung for the city so it was a pretty rough ride. Every time we bounced into the air and then slammed back down, Karen whimpered. Her preteen pussy had taken a pounding last night. She'd had worse, of course, over the year and more she had been a child prostitute. But the last two weeks she'd been grounded, unable to even see any of her regular customers to satisfy her lust. And so eight hours of being fucked in turn by me and her little sister had left her inner labia swollen and tender, her vaginal sheath feeling hot and abraded, and a deep ache in her cervix from the relentless pummeling. Karen had submitted meekly enough this morning when I told her she needed a wax job, but only because she didn't really understand. She'd yelped when I yanked the strip that denuded her mons of the small patch of coarsening pubic hair, and spent the rest of the morning limping around the apartment, one hand pressed against her stinging and now baby-smooth vulva. "Ow, my babycunt," the 12-year-old moaned as the rough road again slammed the seat up into her naked crotch. I hadn't let her dress except for flip-flops and a shorty terrycloth robe I'd bought her for a surprise. Karen was sitting between me and Renee on the bench seat. She writhed in discomfort, trying to find a position that saved her bare vulva being abraded by the nubby cloth upholstery. Renee was resting her head against Karen's shoulder, crooning at the older girl. Karen had one of Renee's hands clenched between both of hers, resting on the terry barely covering her pale, shapely thighs. Her knuckles were white with tension. "It's okay, whory whore," Renee murmured, rubbing her cheek against Karen's bare arm. "Pretty whore, sexy whore, whory whore." Renee was wearing overall shorts, and nothing else. The child had grinned saucily at me when I'd seen her getting dressed, buttoning the bib in place with no shirt underneath it. "Look!" she'd snickered, pulling open the wide leg of the shorts to flash her semen-crusted bald cunny at me. Sitting in the truck now, she was just about decent as long as she didn't do that again. Which she wouldn't because she'd made one addition to her ensemble after the impromptu show. The pink latex head of her penis peeked out past the denim cuff on her right leg. The color looked odd against the slight olive cast of her skin. She gripped it in her palm and tugged on it absently as she tried to comfort her older sister. She kicked her legs, taking a second to admire the fresh black polish on her toenails. It wasn't like the fourth-grader to dress revealingly. I wasn't sure why the change, but I approved of it. Both children yelped - Karen in pain, Renee from surprise - as I yanked the truck out of the rutted lane and on to the dirt driveway leading down the hill. When Karen realized where we were going she began to cry softly. "I don't wanna," she sniveled. "You f-f-fucked me too hard last night." Tears spilled down her cheeks. "I can't dance when my c-c-cunt hurts. Do I haveta?" I hated whining. I reached down between the child's thighs where the robe parted. Her clitoris was swollen, hot, and moist. It was slippery and I had to pinch it hard to keep it from slipping free as I pulled up firmly. "AHHH!" she yelled in pain, then "No! Noooo!" as the truck's erratic motion flung her from side to side, stretching her tortured pleasure bud to the limit. I released my grip after a long two seconds and she fell sideways, curling up into her little sister's lap, sobbing. "Yes, you have to," I said firmly. "You promised Paul you would. I expect you girls to keep your word when you give it. That's important: say what you'll do, and do what you say." I sat back, smiling fatuously after that little moral lesson. Lying curled on her side, Karen's pale, slim ass reddened weeping slit was visible between her coltish thighs. I licked my middle finger and then gently stroked the length of the preteen's cunt. Karen gasped. Now I had her full attention. I circled inside her swollen inner labia, stretching them gently. Karen began to pant into Renee's lap. "Ow...ow..." she breathed softly as I pressed lightly at her entrance, just a little more firmly with each cycle. "Noooooo," she groaned, pressing a fist to her mouth, as her traitor vagina opened and sucked my finger into her pubescent heat. I let my finger rest there, not moving as her tight sheath clenched and shivered around it. Then I pressed forward until my knuckles were mashed against her lips, until I could just feel her cervix. Without pumping or twisting or anything else, I started curling my fingertip, curling and relaxing, flicking it back and forth against the entrance to her maturing womb. Karen ground her fist harder against her mouth, trying to suppress her moans of mingled pleasure and pain, but she couldn't stop her breath from escaping in little snorting grunts. She couldn't stop her pelvis from rotating and pushing back against my penetrating finger. She couldn't stop the sweat from sheening her forehead, her slim body, her exposed buttocks. She couldn't stop the tremors that ran down her bare legs as she felt the heat radiating from her center, her body winding tighter and tighter like a spring, the release coming closer and closer... I withdrew my finger. Karen's lower body jerked and she sobbed into the denim of Renee's overalls as that release was denied her. I looked at my finger, coated with the sixth-grader's creamy juices. I sniffed deeply, then sucked it clean. Renee's nose wrinkled in disgust, but she was well-used to this routine by now. "Let's go," I said, patting Karen's ass. "Don't want to keep Mister Nate waiting." Karen stumbled as she climbed down from the truck. Her face was red and her wide blue eyes were dazed behind her tear-matted lashes. She let her short robe hang heedlessly open, displaying her beautiful, smooth cunny and prominent mons, taut belly, the inside curves of her high, perky breasts, and the outlines of her clavicle. She had lost one flip-flop inside the truck but didn't seem to notice as she took a step towards the house on shaky legs. Renee and I shared a smile behind her and the younger girl rolled her eyes at her sister's distraction. Renee reached back into the truck, retrieving her backpack from behind the seat and in the process giving me a glimpse of one plum-sized booby's fat nipple poking against the inside of her overall bib. I took her hand as we walked across the meadow towards the house. Long grass tickled my calves. "How come you dressed so slutty today?" I asked the child. My penis pulsed in my jeans as the ten-year-old looked up at me, shaking her thick brown hair away from her hazel eyes. "What's that mean?" she asked in turn. "Slutty?" I said, thrilling at repeating the nasty word to the little girl's innocent-appearing gaze. I laced my fingers with hers and swung our arms as we walked. "It means...wanting sex. Not needing sex and getting paid for it," I continued quickly. Renee was very sensitive to comparisons between her sex drive and Karen's. "Not being a big old whore like your sister. But just liking sex and wanting some." "Oh," Renee said, as if discussing her recreational sex at age ten and comparing it with her sister's vocational prostitution at age twelve, were completely normal. Which, thanks to a period of careful grooming, it was, to her. She chewed that over for a few seconds then looked up at me, swinging her arm with mine. "I guess I just felt...slutty...this morning," she said, tasting the unfamiliar word carefully. "When I woke up my cunt was still, like, humming. It still feels kinda gooshy. All the fucking we did...do you think there'll be boys today? Who'll want to do sex stuff? With me, I mean, not Karen?" I had to adjust myself. I was stiffening at a painful angle. Renee had no experience of "polite" discussion of sex. To hear her childish voice speaking so frankly never failed to set my blood boiling. "Why..." I had to clear my throat. "Why wouldn't anyone want to have sex with you? You're a great lover." "Yeah, but Karen's all pretty, and she's got her boobies, and you can tell she's a whore and everything. I'm just a...little kid," Renee finished in a half whisper. She had never had any body image concerns before that I was aware of. But I knew it was normal for a girl at the start of puberty - however abnormal other aspects of her maturation were. I opened my mouth to reassure her, but stopped as a figure emerged from the dimness of the shaded porch. My mouth fell open. "Mister Nate!" Renee exclaimed. She broke into a run towards him but fortunately I was able to snag a strap of her overalls before she got away and cannoned into Nate in her traditional greeting. Nate was walking. Well, he was on his feet, anyway, using two aluminum arm-brace crutches. There was more hardware bracing his jeans-clad legs. "Dude!" I said. Nate took my meaning. His dark brown face split into a grin, teeth gleaming. "Yeah," he said. "Ain't it something? Experimental therapy. And look who you brought me!" His eyes twinkled as he took in Karen standing half-shod and basically undressed. The breeze played across her blond hair and the heavy, waist-length mane shimmered in the morning sunlight. Karen's eyes swam into focus and a blush spread across her face and down her neck. She covered her naked sex with one hand, managing to squeak out a "Hi," as the flush spread down to her breasts. After a moment she remembered her robe had a belt and she hastily pulled it closed. Nate's smile widened. "Hi, Karen," he rumbled. "C'mon in. I've been waiting for you." He turned with awkward grace, if there was such a thing, and levered himself back into the house. His legs were almost, but not quite, dead weight. We followed. Unlike the last time we'd been here, he already had guests. A large flatscreen was mounted on the wall to the left of the door back to Nate's studio. Four guys were watching a soccer game, cheering and shouting in Spanish at the screen. Their heads turned as one to see us new arrivals. Two of them were black, one as dark as Nate, and the other two were swarthy and squat - Guatemalan was my first guess, with more than a little Indio blood. When Karen saw the four men her shoulders slumped and tears welled in her eyes again. But with an impatient gesture she dashed them away with a hand across her face, squared her shoulders, pasted on a smile and stepped forward. "Hi!" she chirped, adopting a hip-shot model pose as she untied her robe and let it fall open. "I'm Karen, and I'm a whore." She cupped her breasts, wincing as her fingers trailed across the bite marks from last night that were starting to color. "Look at my pretty babycunt. You want to fuck it?" she continued with just a bit of singsong rote in her voice. She slid one hand down to her shiny crotch, wincing again as her fingers slid across her swollen labia. She canted her pelvis forward and spread her thighs open. "Yeaaaah, boys," she sighed as she tugged the fat, twisted knob of her clit upwards, exposing herself fully to the stunned gaze of the foursome. "Fuck my babycunt!" she exclaimed, then more softly "Fuck my babycunt. Fuck my babycunt. Fuck my babycunt..." her voice trailed off into a wordless mumble as once again she went through the ritual of displaying herself to adult men. Somewhere deep inside her maybe a little girl still shivered and cried, but her hands took no notice. Her eyes were blank as she shamelessly masturbated in front of four strangers. "Uh...Karen," Nate tapped her on the shoulder. At first she took no notice but after a second his words penetrated. "Karen, these're just my buddies came over to watch the game on my tv. Far as they know, you're just my customer. Or far as they knew until now." Karen's frozen smile melted away, replaced by a look of horror and humiliation. Stifling a sob she bolted past us and through the door into Nate's studio, her one flip-flop slapping against the stone tile floor. Nate shrugged at his friends, who exchanged bemused glances then went back to watching the game. Nate levered himself around and headed back into the studio itself with Renee and I following. Nate paused to flick a switch. The overhead fluorescents flickered to life. As the last time I had been here, the studio was cluttered but neat. Each of Nate's varied pursuits - tattooing, body painting, welding, woodwork - had its own area with tools and workstation laid out. Everything was low, within easy reach of a seated man, and the floor space between them was clear with plenty of room for a wheelchair. And the stunning mural still adorned the the back wall. It had changed - it appeared Nate added to it, painting over or painting in new subjects whenever it took his fancy. Karen was sitting on the floor, robe open, head in her hands. Her shoulders shook as she cried but at the same time she was pressing her bald quim against the floor. Her legs were splayed with her knees bent and her feet behind her. Her sex made a sticky, squishing sound as she ground it against the cold, dirty concrete. Nate and I looked down at the nearly-naked sixth grader but it was her little sister who acted. Renee stepped forward, hiking up one leg of her shorts as she faced Karen. She pulled it up until most of the length of her strap-on penis was free and then, seizing the shaft near the base, she began slapping the rubber cock back and forth across Karen's face. Seated, Karen's head was just above the level of Renee's crotch. At first the pink cylinder bounced off her hands, but then Renee said, "Karen, stop being a silly whore!" with a little whip-crack of command in her high, childish voice. Startled, Karen dropped her hands just in time for the rubber cock to smack her first on one cheek then the other. She reared back to get away but Renee was having none of it. Her free hand shot out and grabbed a handful of hair at the top of Karen's head. Karen opened her mouth to protest but with a quick flex of Renee's narrow hips, the older girl's mouth was instantly full of mock cock. Karen gagged and tried to speak but Renee pushed the fake penis deeper until the head bopped against the entrance to Karen's throat and the shaft bowed upwards. Karen choked again, hard, and drool and spittle sprayed out around the shaft. It dripped down her chin onto the concrete. Tears spilled down her face. After a long ten seconds Renee pulled back, just far enough to clear Karen's glottis. The older girl gasped and pulled in a long breath, but then Renee started pumping her strapon in and out, in and out of Karen's mouth. She shifted her grip, tangling both hands in Karen's hair over her ears. The shaft looked ludicrously large sprouting from the short, stocky ten-year-old's pants. She started speaking to Karen in a low, calming voice, reassuring her, telling her there was no reason to be upset - because after all EVERYONE knew she was a whore, what difference did four more grownups make? I wouldn't have found that reassuring in Karen's place, but I think it was Renee's affectionate tone more than the words. Karen's sobs quieted. Her face relaxed and she started matching her little sister's rhythm, sucking gently on the fake penis filling her mouth. More drool spilled around her lips as she slurped away. It dripped from her chin and onto her belly. Her abdomen flexed and relaxed as she ground her crotch against the floor, her motion slowing but deepening as her thighs opened further. She began to grunt in time with the movement of her hips, getting more and more excited as her tender, slimy clit was pressed between the gritty cement and her pubic bone. Nate and I both paused to admire the tableau - ten-year-old Renee, her thick brown hair falling around her bare shoulders and down her back. Inside the denim of her overall shorts her butt was clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks a little flushed. Karen's robe hung open, exposing her jiggling breasts and brushing her thighs as she ground herself against the floor. She gazed adoringly at her younger sister. I stepped up behind Renee and reached behind the bib of her overalls. I cupped a tiny breast in each palm. They were warm. Her nipples stiffened at my touch. I massaged her little plums, and took my own pleasure as she pushed back against the bulge in my jeans. "Suck that cock, whore," I said. Karen winced and groaned as the words struck home, reminding her just what she was. "Cocksucker, yeah, that's when you look prettiest, your mouth full of penis. How many you sucked? Ten thousand?" "Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh," Karen's voice rose with each stroke now and her frottage was becoming almost frantic. I knew that she'd cope best with what was coming if she were on edge so before things went too far I gave Renee's little boobies a farewell tweak and gently disengaged her hands from Karen's hair. Her penis slid free of her big sister's mouth with an audible pop. Karen lunged forward, almost losing her balance in an effort to put it back in her mouth. But I took her upper arms and gently lifted her to her feet. She moaned in frustration and it took a minute for her to find her balance. She was panting like a marathoner. There was a small puddle of frothy white goo on the floor between her thin feet. Her vulva was bright red and soaked. Flecks of grime adhered to the hot, sticky skin of her labia. "Now, sweetie," I whispered in Karen's ear as she tried to break my grip to touch her aching kitty. "None of that, or we'll have to cuff you. You don't want that, do you?" Karen groaned again but relaxed. I moved my hands up to her terry-covered shoulders. "So, Nate, Karen's going to dance today. We want something really striking, and, you know, make her hard to recognize too." "But I don't want to!" Karen burst out. She stamped her foot but unfortunately it was the bare one, and unfortunately she put it right down in the puddle of cunt cream she had leaked onto the floor. Her foot went out from under her, her arms windmilled, and she fell forward against me. Her robe flew open to completely expose her preteen charms. I caught her, barely. Pressed against me I felt the heat rising off her skin and smelled her - the mix of sweat and her arousal that was unique to the child. As she caught her balance she was careful to put most of her weight on her other foot, the one with the flip-flop still on. "I don't want to," she repeated more softly, almost pleading. "I'm tired, and my babycunt hurts and...I'm worried about...you know." "Young lady, you made a commitment and I expect you to follow through on it." Karen opened her mouth to argue but I continued. "Look, you don't have to whore if you don't want to. If your cunt hurts, that's your business." I patted her lightly between the legs as I spoke. Sore or not, she couldn't repress a shiver at the brief skin-to-skin contact. Maybe years from now, when Karen was a woman grown, it would stop being so wondrously, perversely, breath-catchingly erotic to remember her as a gap-toothed, shy little girl. Then the quiet, pious eleven-year-old, just barely starting to bloom. Then that same eleven-year-old writhing and crying beneath me as I tore her virginity away from her. And in the weeks and months that followed, pressing her, guiding her, occasionally forcing her until she no longer needed urging to defile herself. Nurturing her juvenile sex drive until it raged out of control, crucifying her before her God on the cross of desires that deep in her heart she felt were wrong and disgusting and evil. And now, eighty thousand dollars later, standing before us in the early flush of her adolescence, she looked like the compulsive prostitute she was - bite marks around her breasts, her peach swollen and red from overuse, her oversize clitoris erect and dark, cunt cream smeared on her thighs. Her hole was distended and oozing sluggishly. I flexed my own groin as I continued. "You just won't make any money if you're not screwing, but you promised to dance for Paul's band and you shouldn't let them down. Besides," I stepped close, bending to murmur in the child's ear as I gently massaged her vulva again, "I think that deejay girl is hot for you." "Okay." Karen's head drooped, defeated. She spoke to her bare toes. "Mister Nate, do I haveta pay first?" "Naw, kid, we'll settle up later. Let's just clean you up and we'll get to it." Following the toss of Nate's head, I guided Karen to one corner of the room. I slid her robe off her shoulders and just like that she was completely naked. She barely had time to notice she was standing on a floor drain when Nate pulled on a chain and water sprayed down on her from a showerhead. Karen screamed - I knew Nate was on well water here so it must've been icy cold. She was too shocked even to move for the long ten seconds before Nate released the chain. Then she just stood there shivering with the freezing water cascading off her nude body. Her teeth started to chatter. I used the robe to squeegee excess water from her hair - fortunately the water had hit her chest and body and not wet her thick blond hair much at all, except for the ends hanging just at her ass-dimples - and then patted her bare body dry. Her nipples crinkled and stiffened from the cold, poking out the size and color of Rainier cherries. The bruising around her titties stood out against the pale, goosebumped skin. Nate used his crutches to shepherd her to the far corner of the room. They disappeared behind a screen and in a few moments I heard the muffled sound of a compressor kicking on. "What's he going to paint on Karen this time?" Renee asked, and I had to admit I didn't know. I guess I expected her to get a book out of her backpack or something so I turned back to the mural to examine the new addition in detail. So I was surprised when she said "Hey!" and I turned around to find her sitting on the old sprung loveseat pushed against the wall next to the doorway. She'd unhooked her bib and it was hanging down between her spread legs, exposing her newly-sprouted chest. "You can suck on my boobies," she said in her high voice, in what was clearly an order and not an observation. She had one leg hooked over the cushioned arm. As she kicked the bare foot, her strapon bounced against her thigh. The entire shaft was visible through the wide leghole of the overall shorts. "Wow!" I exclaimed half to myself. "You look so hot like that." I quickly knelt before the ten-year-old. My hard-on pressed against the edge of the cushion as I leaned forward, caressing her two small breasts. I tapped lightly across the large areolae, feeling the nipples rise to meet my fingertips. "I guess I'm feeling more slutty," Renee said, using her new word proudly. The child arched her back and smiled as I molested her. "Use your mouth," she said, no question that it was a command this time. I bent to kiss her right breast gently and she pushed it at me. "Do it hard," she said and I obliged, opening my lips to suck in the entire breastlet while my tongue circled the erect nipple. "No teeth!," Renee instructed me as I started to bite down. "Yes, like that, suck my boobie hard, it's making me feel slutty in my cunt!" The fourth-grader had no shame in describing her sexual feelings - I had begun her molestation before she had absorbed our cultural shame around sex. She tangled her hands in my hair, guiding me to her left breast. I let my palm slide over the saliva-slickened skin. I stroked her thick hair with my free hand. She smelled like her shampoo. Her skin tasted sweet and tangy, like cinnamon with just a hint of salt. I lost track of time. I alternated between Renee's delicious breasts. She cooed her pleasure as I trailed my fingers across her ribcage, down to massage her belly as her abs flexed and softened. I walked fingers up her bare shoulders. Occasionally I kissed my way up her neck and to her jawline, pausing to tongue the two little moles right at the hinge before licking across her cheek and letting her mouth seek mine out. She purred into my mouth as I flicked my thumbs back and forth across her engorged nips, feeling her breath catch and her body jerk. Then it was back down her chin, kissing the hollow of her throat and collarbone before fastening my mouth like a baby back on her pubescent growth. At some point the child wrapped her legs around my ribs and I could feel her grinding her denim-clad pubis against my sternum. "Ooo, I'm slutty!" she repeated, giggling. I was reaching the point where I was going to have to drop trou and ask Renee to return the oral favor when I felt eyes on the back of my neck. I turned to see Nate and Karen watching us. Nate was in his chair now. He was smiling, teeth bright in his dark face, while Karen looked nonplussed at her younger sister being molested. I stood, maybe a little embarrassed. Renee sat up and crossed her arms over her narrow chest, covering her plums with her hands. Not just covering, I observed, massaging. Her eyes took in her older sister's naked form standing over her. "Wow!" she exclaimed. Wow, indeed. Nate hadn't done a full-body job like that fateful Halloween, but in this case less was definitely more. He had stayed with a feline theme. A silhouette of a leaping cat, done in calico colors, was painted across Karen's face, covering her eyes and the bridge of her nose. The head was placed so her left eye was where the cat's would be, a very weird effect. Its tail curled under her right ear. Karen turned, showing us her back. A long-haired Himalayan was painted clinging to her like a backpack. It was tailless, but its rump overlapped with Karen's and so I had an idea what accessory might complete it. But when the sixth-grader raised her arms and pirouetted gracefully to show us her front, that completely took my breath away. The fancifully long tail of another cat curled around her high, perky breasts, making an infinity symbol. The cat was crouched with its body down the length of her torso. It was rendered in a vaguely Japanese anime style, not cartoonish but not completely realistic either. The fur was jet black with gray tips, rendered so masterfully by Nate that it almost looked like the real thing glued to Karen's skin. The head, raised proudly with the ears forward crowned her lower abdomen. The eyes, wide and dilated, were on her freshly-depilated mons. And the nose - well, the nose was her clit. And her pink, weeping labia were the kitty's open mouth and lolling tongue. The moist gash was framed by the cat's jaws with lethal-looking fangs. Its chin - with just a tuft of white - was painted on her taint. "Karen has a pussy on her pussy," I snickered. The girls both rolled their eyes. "Just some final touchups and we'll be done," Nate said. He nudged Karen behind her knee with his chair and guided her over to a flat, low work table. It was the same one, I seem to recall, where Nate had eaten the then-eleven-year-old to a messy orgasm when they'd first met. He had her lie down with her legs spread and hanging over the edge so that he could wheel between them and reach her pubis. I noticed the table was shorter than I remembered - a center leaf had been removed or something. Karen's head was off the edge of the table, her hair hanging down to the floor. She had to hold her neck up. Working with some fine brushes and paint pots, he added some detail. Karen squirmed and giggled; she was ticklish and several times Nate had to admonish her to hold still. After a few minutes he sat back. "Okay, just one more thing." He raised his voice. "Hey, guys, I need you now!" The minor commotion of the four men trooping into the room and taking up places at the table concealed the rattling as Nate rummaged in a drawer. Concealed it from Karen, anyway. I'd been expecting this. Supine, naked, totally exposed, Karen looked up at the four bulky adults suddenly surrounding her. Her professional smile wavered uncertainly, then faded entirely as, at Nate's instruction, each man wrapped callused hands around one limb, pinioning her. She looked up, seeing a familiar desire in four pairs of eyes, but desire mixed with something that seemed to worry her. She tried to move but the hands on her upper arms and thighs held her nearly immobile. Nate picked up something that looked like a surgical clamp. Karen raised her head as she felt cold metal press against her right outer labia, squeezing the bare, pale flesh. My view was blocked by Nate's broad back but Karen's eyes widened in fear. "What're you ... oh, no, don't do that, no, please, don't, no! No! AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Karen's voice rose to a ragged scream of pain. I jumped forward to see what was being done to her. Nate was holding the clamp in one hand and in the other he had a flat, thin metal shim. It was about an eighth of an inch wide and four or five inches long and gently curved. He had pushed it against the inside of Karen's clamped vulva. As I watched, the skin on the outside raised, bulged, and then broke as the metal emerged, having pierced the thickness of her labia. The end was beveled and appeared to be razor sharp. Karen screamed again and again as Nate pushed the full length of the shim through her, stopping only when he reached an "L" bend at the bottom that left the last quarter-inch or so sticking out. Blood began to ooze from the entry and exit punctures. "NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! HEEEEEEEELP!" Karen shrieked. Her face was a mask of horror as Nate picked up another metal spike identical to the first. "MY BABYCUNT! OH GOD OH GOD DON'T HURT MY BABYCUNT!" Renee had bolted up from the couch at Karen's first scream of pain and was ready to throw herself at her big sister's captors. But I snagged her overall strap and held her while I whispered quickly, urgently in her ear. The adrenaline intensity of her hazel eyes faded, replaced by a look of uncertainty. "Are you sure?" she asked. I nodded. "Do you PROMISE?" The ten-year-old jabbed her finger at my face to emphasize. Repressing what would certainly be an unwelcome smile, I took her finger and pressed it against my heart. "Okay then." she nodded and the two of us moved to flank Nate. "Oh God, oh Jeez, help me Renee! Help me, it hurts so bad, it hurts, it huuuuurts," Karen begged us. But instead of fighting to free her older sister, Renee put her hands on Karen's upper thigh, next to the much larger hands of the man restraining that limb. They were rough, with thick fingers and swollen knuckles, scarred and grubby with dirt ground into the cuticles - the hands of a guy who'd worked with them all his life. Renee leaned her weight onto her arms and the man released his and stepped back. Karen's face collapsed into hopelessness at what looked like betrayal to her, betrayal by the person she loved most in the world, the person who protected her and kept her safe. "No, Renee, please. Please don't," she begged. "Please help me, don't let them, don't leeeAAAAH!" Karen's pleading dissolved in a groan as I took the next step - I stroked a finger across her clitoris. It was standing out from her body, visibly throbbing. I twirled my finger around it. The child's nervous system was completely overloaded. The unexpected intense agony of having her intimate parts pierced collided with the surprise at having her pleasure knob touched. Sexual fire roared through her. A surge of hot, thick cream dribbled from her hole and dripped thickly off the lip of the table. "Oh, ooooh, aaaah, gaaaah" Karen's cries of pain became moans of pleasure. Her nipples re-engorged and stood straight up. In seconds she was teetering on the edge of a climax. I nodded to Nate. "EEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!" Karen screamed as a second shim was pushed into the sensitive skin below the first one. Karen screamed until the breath left her, her chest rose as she filled her lungs to scream again - but the man who Renee had replaced moved swiftly to the head of the table. His pants were open now, a thick, uncircumcised erection wobbling over Karen's head. He put a hand on Karen's forehead and pushed her head backwards and down. And suddenly Karen's mouth was full of cock again. He shoved forward brutally, putting a hand around her throat to hold her steady. Karen's scream became a gargled choke. Her body went rigid with the fresh sharp pain as again her labia stretched and parted and the second piece of metal cut her open and slid through, but the cock in her throat and the rank scrotum resting across her nose reduced her screams to a dull moan and heavy gagging. As Nate seated the second spike like the first, with just the bent portion not shoved through the freshly pierced skin, he signaled and the man throat-fucking the sixth-grader withdrew so just the head of his cock rested on Karen's upper lip. He kept his hand around her throat, though, and squeezed just a little when she started to scream again. Again I reached in and began roughly masturbating the child's straining, oversized clit. Again her screams became groans, rising rapidly in pitch as the pain in her misfiring nervous system drove her relentlessly towards an orgasm. Again, right before she could go over the top I flicked the wrinkled knob, hard, with my finger, the man at her head shoved in his cock almost to the root, and Nate slowly began slicing into her labia a third time. I noted that Nate was placing the spikes radially around Karen's twitching clitoris. The man at her head grunted. He yanked his cock out of Karen's mouth and, jacking it furiously, ejaculated a long stream of jizz down the length her body. Three shots painted her breasts and belly, and then weaker emissions dribbled onto her chin and neck. With her mouth unobstructed, Karen raised her head and looked right at her little sister. "Oh, God, Renee, help me," she begged. "Help me, make them stop, my babycunt hurts to baaaAAAAIIIEEE!" Karen's plaint became a scream as a third blood-streaked spike erupted from her tortured vulva. But Renee was having none of it. She said scornfully, "Don't be a baby, Karen." I started massaging Karen's throbbing clitty again. As the older girl's belly began quivering from the assault on her pleasure button Renee continued, "You like that, don't you, whore?" Karen's face was taut with pain but still her eyelids fluttered closed and though her mouth stretched wide, only a soft moan came forth. "You like it, you like being hurt." Renee insisted. "Yes," Karen's voice was barely audible. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "You like being hurt. You like being a whore. You like your babycunt getting cut." "Yes, yes, YES!" Karen's body tensed like an overwound spring as I rapidly strummed her clit. "YeeeEEEEAAAAAAGH!" she screamed as another spike pierced her most private flesh. In all, Nate inserted twelve of the sharpened metal shims, 6 into each lip. Each man took a turn muffling Karen's screams with his penis and finally squirting his hot cum onto the preteen. By the time we were done Karen's breasts and stomach were coated. The hollow of her throat was awash in the milky protein. Sperm was dribbling out her mouth and running up her nose as her head sagged backwards. She was crying and choking and moaning and, once released her limbs jerked and twitched uncontrollably as pain and pleasure poured from her cunt in an unendurable torrent. And yet somehow she did endure. Just as Karen had endured the sexual abuse and rape that had set her on this path, just as she endured the desperate need that had grown in her belly, until the search for relief had her selling herself to adult men on a daily basis, just as she endured the nightly ache in her cunt, soothing it with frantic masturbation, she endured the pain of multiple bloody piercings of her vulva. Over and over I stimulated the sixth-grader, bringing her right to the brink of an explosive orgasm - and then Nate would plunge another spike into her tender body. The pleasure of having her clitoris rubbed and flicked and tugged and pinched was catapulted by the pain, riding atop it until her whole body sizzled and hummed. The pleasure made thought impossible. When at last Nate pushed back from the table and the men - oddly wordless - filed back into the living room where the soccer match was still in progress, when Renee tenderly lifted Karen's head and helped the naked preteen sit up on her elbows, she was like a zombie. Blank-eyed she regarded the metal sprouting from her bald cunny. Sperm ran from her nose like snot, dripped off her swollen nipples, cooled and slowly started to congeal on her belly. Her face was beet-red, her hair matted with sweat. Her scent was sharp in the cool air of the room. Goosebumps raised on her pale flesh as perspiration, cum, and her thick discharge evaporated. She panted noisily through her mouth as she watched Nate gently sponge away blood. The cuts were clean owing to the razor-sharp edges and, once washed, no more blood flowed. "Just one more thing," Nate said. He unhooked the clamp from where it was pinching her labia at the site of the last metal strip. He took something from the drawer and slid it over the jaws. Karen showed her first reaction, a flare of fear in her eyes, as Nate gently applied the clamp to the end of her clitoris. Even Renee - still bare-chested throughout the entire ordeal - looked concerned and opened her mouth to protest, but Nate said breezily, "No more poking," I spared a brief thought for Renee's absence of reluctance to let the four strangers see her exposed titties. The ten-year-old was generally wary of exhibiting herself to people she hadn't already chosen as sex partners, not wanting to be mistaken for a prostitute like her big sister. But I didn't have time to think about it. There was a brief rattle of metal on metal and I leaned forward to see. Nate had put a very small hose clamp onto the surgical instrument and now he was sliding it down over Karen's clit, gently pushing the metal ring down until it pressed against the folds where the clitoral tissue emerged from the apex of her slit. Nate deftly removed the surgical instrument while holding the metal ring in place with two fingers. With his other hand he brought a small screwdriver to bear and slowly tightened the hose clamp. winding it closed until it bit into the moist, tender skin just slightly and the oversize, twisted knob of Karen's clit bulged around the collar. Now at least I saw the purpose of the shallow "L" at the end of each of the metal strips piercing Karen's cunt. Working with the tip of the screwdriver and a pair of tweezers, Nate slipped each one through one of the slits in the hose clamp that served as guides for the screw threads. Karen whimpered softly as one by one the spikes were attached to the root of the clit. And then I saw that a twisted pair of fine wires was also attached to the clamp, ending in insulated leads. Nate picked up what looked like an elastic garter and gently slid it over Karen's bare foot and up her leg until it was stretched high enough on her thigh to hold. The two wires slid into some contact points on the underside of the garter, at the inside of her thigh. "There!" Nate sat back. "Wow!" Renee said, and it was all I could do to nod in agreement. My head was pounding, my throat was dry, and my penis was hot and straining against my pants. Watching Karen's torture and defilement was almost more than I could bear, for all that I had cooked it up with Nate the day before. I knew in the end her endless appetite for sexual stimulation overcame the pain of having her cunt multiply pierced. It was precisely the knowledge that she was helpless before that appetite that I found so breathtakingly arousing. The metal strips curved slightly outward, like two sets of barely-curled fingers. They emerged from Karen's labia right at the cheeks of the painted cat that overlay it. They were whiskers, in a more extreme version of what Nate and I had done to her during her Halloween initiation as a preteen prostitute. The piercings made the upper half of her vulva swell further, perfectly imitating the feline facial structure. And her clit was now swollen from the slight constriction of its new metal collar to a smooth, almost perfect sphere beneath the retracted hood and bright red from stimulation. It was a perfect little kitty nose. Renee was in awe of the work. She picked up a small hand mirror from the clutter on an adjacent table and held it up so Karen could better see the alteration of her intimate parts. The older girl's expression cycled through horror, to nausea, to fascination, to something resembling pride. She closed her thighs experimentally, wincing and snuffling from pain as the freshly sliced-open skin pulled against the hardware. The metal gleamed in the overhead light. Moving slowly, gritting her teeth against the unpredictable flashes of pain, Karen carefully slid her ass to the edge of the table and stood. She walked shakily, across the room, still wearing just the one flipflop, until she stood before the full-length mirror. She examined her naked body minutely, gently feeling the bite mark-shaped bruises now coloring her high, small breasts. A thick glob of semen snaked its way from the puddle on her belly across the painted cat's back and towards Karen's smooth mound. She swiped it up with a finger and absently sucked it clean. As she turned to examine the sweep of her slim back, the other cat painted there along the knobs of her spine and down to her buttocks, she used the same hand to squeegee her face, repeatedly sucking her fingers clean of the four men's mingled jizz coating her chin, cheeks, and neck. "I'm a mess!" she declared, turning to glare at us accusingly. "I can't dance with all this...stuff...on me." "So you changed your mind?" I asked. Karen stopped as if realizing that she had, in fact. "Well," she said slowly, "I'm not tired any more. And my babycunt...I...it hurts a lot, but..." she trailed off. "But it's whory too," piped up Renee. "I can tell. You smell like a whore!" And it was true. Hot cream was oozing steadily from Karen's gaping vaginal opening and dribbling down her thighs - it was past her knobby knee on one leg - and the reek of it was filling the room. Karen blushed. "Renee!" she said in an outraged half-whisper. Renee just shrugged. Her new breasts jiggled slightly. "Well let's wash you off then," Nate said. "It's okay, the paint's waterproof. And cum-proof," he chuckled. I took Karen's wrist and led her back to the emergency shower. She closed her eyes and braced herself. I pulled the chain and again she yelped as the freezing water cascaded over her. After a few seconds hopping and dancing, she got herself enough under control to start rubbing at the drying cum coating most of her torso. She winced as movement and the cold water stung her wounds but at the same time her pelvis started to twitch as the water hammered against her squeezed clit. At one point her hand stole furtively to her crotch but she drew back with a hiss. Rubbing hurt too much. At twelve she didn't have enough self-discipline to fight through the pain. So she was able to take the chain from me when Nate called me over. "Holy shit," I exclaimed when he showed me what he'd made to complete Karen's ensemble. "The fuck, you think she's got the Holland Tunnel back there?" Even Renee's eyes got big and round. "Well, it doesn't vibrate but I figured..." The shower shut off. Nate spoke to Renee. "Go get your sister a towel, girl. The linen closet is the last door on the left down the hall." Renee bolted, her bib flapping in front and the straps flapping in back and her titties bouncing every which way, and came back at a dead run with two big bath sheets. Karen was already shivering in the cold air. She wrapped one towel around her body. She tried a couple of different configurations to keep it from snagging on her cunt-whiskers, and finally had to settle for draping it over her shoulders. She rubbed her hair until it was merely damp and then wrapped the mane in the other towel and piled it on her head. "Renee, you have Karen's kit in your backpack?" The younger girl nodded. "Give it here," I gestured. Renee rummaged in her pack and handed me an oversized shaving kit. I opened it and withdrew a large tube. "Karen, finish drying off and then," I handed her the Astroglide, "Grease up your asshole good." Not many sixth-graders would take that instruction without comment, but for Karen it was nothing new. With a slight sigh of resignation she lifted up the towel around her shoulders so that her ass was bared. Her pale cheeks made a slim, inverted heart-shape as she bent over and rested her elbows on the table. It wasn't a woman's ass yet but it was definitely no longer a child's. She pried open the tube's hinged lid with her teeth in a practiced motion, and squeezed a blob of the clear lubricant onto her right index fingertip. She spread her stance wide so that her cheeks separated, displaying the pink-brown rosette of her anal sphincter to Nate and her sister and me. She reached back and smeared the lube across the wrinkled starfish, then twisted her finger back and forth, working the grease around the muscle ring, pushing her finger inside just a bit. When the wrinkled area was shiny and slick she drew her hand back. But Karen wasn't finished. Now she put her index and middle fingers together and squeezed a much larger portion of the lubricant onto their full length. Again she reached back, grimacing with concentration. The muscles on her lower back and sides tensed as she pushed, and this time her anus visibly dilated, revealing a pink interior. She slowly inserted her two fingers, not stopping until they had completely disappeared into her. Then, grunting softly, she began to pump in and out, spreading the lubricant all around and pushing it as far up inside as her fingers reached. The sound of her fingers squishing in and out joined her soft grunts. After a few moments Karen was satisfied and withdrew her fingers, wiping them on the towel. And then she just stayed bent submissively over the table, waiting for whatever indignity would be visited on her next. It mattered less than nothing to the twelve-year-old that she was naked with her vaginal and anal openings both spread open for whoever might see. But she reacted when Nate put the butt plug he had modified down on the table in front of her nose. She gulped. It was huge. It was green, resembling a squat Christmas tree. It wasn't very tall, but it was thick. It was a good three inches wide or more at the flare, and even the neck where it would seat in the sphincter was two inches or so. "I...I can't...it's too big..." she stammered hesitantly. Karen knew better than to defy me, but there was genuine fear in her voice. "Sure you can," I breezily assured the child. She looked up at me with deep sadness in her eyes, realizing that as always she had no choice. Which was ridiculous. Of course she had a choice. All she had to do was tell someone, but she had come to believe that was just not possible. Telling would implicate her beloved little sister. Telling would reveal her secret shame to the world. Not that she had been brutally raped and then forced into prostitution, but that at the beginning she had enjoyed the feelings she got from tickling herself between her legs. That she had brought it on herself. That God had made her a whore. Telling would reveal her secret shame to everyone that mattered in her small world and - so she believed - everyone from her school friends to her parents would turn away from her in disgust, would hate her for being such a filthy whore. And, what she most feared and most hated herself for fearing, telling would mean there would be no more sex, no more hot cocks plunging in and out of her gloriously tight little pussy, no more semen spraying against the back of her throat, no more shattering climaxes that left her exhausted with pleasure. She couldn't bear the thought of it. And so, obediently, Karen let herself be led into the front room, let the towel be removed from her shoulders, leaving her naked except for one flipflop and the other towel turbaned around her hair. She let herself be positioned on elbows and knees on the coffee table in front of the couch where - finally - the four men stopped paying attention to the game. She waited passively while Nate adjusted three cameras pointing down at her. When all was ready and the cameras were switched on and the large flatscreen behind her showed a rotating view of her painted face, a full-body view, and her ass in the air, she obediently licked her lips. The lewd smile she gave the camera was shockingly incongruous on her childish features. "I'm Karen, and I'm a whore," she recited, "And I love putting things up my ass!" And then she began trying to insert the huge buttplug. The living room filled with her grunts and moans of pain as she pushed and twisted, trying to make her asshole dilate far further than it ever had. The camera caught the strain on her face, the wincing, the way her legs trembled from the stress. Renee, of course, got bored quickly. She had seen this countless times before. She pulled me down to whisper a question. I thought, why not? and jerked my head at Nate. Renee and I stepped back into his workshop and he wheeled along behind us. Renee stood in front of him. She twisted a hank of her long brown hair in her hands nervously. "Um, I want to ask you a question, Mister Nate, but it's personal. Is that okay?" Her manners had improved some since the first time she had met Nate. He nodded gravely. "Well, I was kinda thinking, since your legs work a little bit now, maybe...maybe your penis does, too? A little?" It had been a long time since I had seen Nate surprised. Renee rushed on, "Only, I fucked a whole lot last night, because I got a new penis and this one goes, like, inside my cunt and sticks out and so I can really feel it when I fuck. And," she pointed at me "We fucked Karen over and over last night and so today I still feel kinda good and I learned the word is slutty, I feel slutty and I want to put a penis in my mouth and I bet you have a really nice penis and if it works..." Once Renee got to rolling downhill she kind of dumped everything that was on her mind that moment. I put a hand on her bare shoulder, finally, to stop her. She looked anxiously between we two grownups. I smiled down reassuringly at her. Nate looked at Renee. From his wheelchair they were pretty much at eye level with each other. Renee brushed her thick, wavy hair back over her shoulders and proudly displayed her new titties to the adult she had just basically propositioned. Her hazel eyes were wide and a little scared. She was a confident little girl, in her sexual activity as in every area of her life, but Nate overawed her for some reason. He was a commanding presence, even in the chair, with his heavily muscled arms and upper body and his deep-set eyes beneath a heavy brow. And though we had been buds for a long time I really didn't know him. He was one of the most self-contained people I'd ever met. A lot like Renee, now that I thought about it. His eyes were coal-black and hers were hazel, but you could never be quite sure what was going on behind either set. Finally, he sighed. "Yeah, maybe. I been scared to test it, but better to know. You wanna suck my cock, little girl, c'mon and give it a try. Let's go in the other room where it's comfortable." There was a conversation area set up across the room from the tv, three easy chairs with end tables facing a now-cold cast-iron stove. I arranged two chairs so we could see Karen. She was struggling. She was resting her cheek on the table and had both hands reached back, gripping the buttplug and attempting to force it into her. Her sphincter had dilated pretty far but not yet enough. She pushed and squealed, then rested for a moment, then pushed and squealed again. Nate levered out of his wheelchair and into the easy chair. He locked the braces on his legs so his knees were bent at about 45 degrees, and then lifted each leg with his hands and spread it to the side. Renee didn't ask for any further permission. She dropped to her knees in front of the chair. Her bare toes dug into the deep pile of the carpeting. Her breasts rubbed against the end of the cushion as she carefully undid Nate's wide leather belt. The button on his jeans was really stiff and it took her some concentrated effort to get it undone. Her tongue crept out of the corner of her mouth as she struggled with it. But once that was done the zipper came down easily enough. Nate wasn't wearing underwear. "WOW!" Renee exclaimed. "That's the biggest one I've ever seen!" It was the biggest I'd ever seen, too. Renee wrapped her hand around the base - her fingers barely covered half the circumference. The limp organ unfurled and lay along her forearm, reaching almost to the elbow. He was circumcised and the exposed glans was easily the size of a small apple. Renee's eyes were as big as saucers as she bent daintily, supporting it near the head with her other hand and sniffing along the length. She looked up, smiling. "Smells good! Like, um, flowers or something." "Kid likes my cologne," Nate chuckled, then his eyes widened. Renee opened her mouth wide and licked the shaft. She dragged her tongue along its length and back, using her lips and just a little teeth, maybe, planting wet, sloppy, sucking kisses as she went. Her pale, slightly olive skin was a fascinating contrast with the dark chocolate of Nate's penis. "I can feel your heartbeat!" Renee exclaimed, then went back to slurping up and down the shaft. "Cam oo frrrm fhat?" she mumbled. Nate patted her head gently. "I can, actually, a little." Renee grinned up at him. She paused to sweep her hair back, gather and pull it out of the way over one shoulder. She arched her back and shook her shoulders inexpertly, making her little boobs shimmy. Then she bent her head back down and resumed slurping and lipping back and forth along the length of Nate's truly impressive organ. She lifted it and pressed it back against Nate's shirt, holding it with her palm around the glans in order to lick the underside. She bent further and licked around his scrotum, sucking each testicle into her mouth in turn. Her spit-slick fingers slipped and Nate's cock flopped down across her cheek and shoulder. We all three laughed. Renee decided it was time to get down to business. Leaning forward, she was able to press Nate's penis between his shirt and her bare chest. With his scrotum at about her sternum level the knob was just in her face. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and was just barely able to fit most of it. Using both hands in a baseball bat grip, she started jacking and sucking, dribbling saliva and slurping noisily at it, pausing every few strokes to lick around the corona. All the while she was looking up at Nate and her little denim-clad butt was wiggling back and forth as she knelt between his atrophied legs. It was fascinating to watch the fourth-grader fellate a grown man, to see how she had grown both in confidence and technique since the first time she had hesitantly kissed the end of my penis. I smiled as I remembered that my penis had spent most of that afternoon inside of her older sister. It had been a day of firsts for everyone. Renee pulled her mouth off Nate's heavily-veined cock with a sloppy "pop". Her shoulders worked as she kept jacking. "I think it's starting to get stiff!" she said excitedly. And while it didn't seem to be getting any larger it did seem to hang at an angle rather than dropping limply when Renee released it momentarily. "Can you feel it?" she asked Nate. "Oh, shit," Nate said quietly too himself. Then, "Hmm, I don't know," he spoke playfully down to the topless little girl between his legs. "I think you should suck on it some more." Renee grinned up at him and without breaking eye contact she took the empurpling head in her mouth and bit on it gently. "Didja feeph tphat?" she laughed as she stuffed it back in her mouth and started slurping noisily again. At that moment I was distracted by a loud groan from Renee's big sister. I looked up - then I had to get up and go look more closely. Karen had managed to shove the buttplug in up to the widest part. Her asshole was incredibly distended, stretched to a tight red ring around the green plastic. It was, like, the size of the mouth of a pint bar glass. Her perineum was pushed forward, distorting her vagina to the point where her vulva was also bulging and pulling against the steel whiskers. Since they were anchored to the collar on her clit, everything hurt her. Each attempt she made to press harder caused her to whimper and back off. Her bare toes curled with each attempt. Her face was getting red and she was starting to cry from frustration. I knelt next to the table, on the other side from where her audience was sitting, and gently stroked her back. She shivered as a drew my nails gently down her sides. Her skin was hot and damp. "There, kitten, it's okay," I murmured, and with no warning I hammered a fist against the bottom of the plug. Karen screamed, loud and long, and then collapsed in a heap, falling off the table onto the carpet with a thump. She yelped again when her ass hit the floor. Sobbing she rolled over and pushed up shakily to her hands and knees. She felt tentatively at her ass with one hand. The plug was seated. Even at the narrow neck, though, it was still a good two inches wide so the child must've felt incredibly stretched. She tried to straighten up and fell back with a groan. "Ugh, ugh, it's...too big!" she complained. She wrapped an arm around her stomach, trying desperately to find a comfortable position. "You just need to get used to it. Better work on it, you've got to dance before too much longer." Karen moaned and again tried fruitlessly to straighten up. That's when Renee called out, "Karen, come here! You've gotta see this penis!" Karen tried to stand but she was unable to straighten up - she was assailed by cramps from the anal invader. The men laughed as she fell back to hands and knees. Naked, groaning, her face flushing with humiliation, she crawled slowly across the carpet. The green disc protruding from her asshole twitched back and forth as she crawled. When she finally reached Nate's chair she was able to pull herself half-erect with both hands on the arm of the chair. Her eyes widened in shock. She wasn't the only thing that was half-erect. Renee was proudly holding up Nate's cock in a baseball bat grip. It wasn't anything like a full hard-on - hell, even uninjured I think he might've needed a transfusion for that - but with her hands stacked at the base, the upper half waggled back and forth in the air, no longer lying limply along his thigh. Renee was laughing as she chased the purple-brown glans, occasionally capturing it with a lick or a suck or a nip. Nate had his head thrown back and was looking at the ceiling. His large brown hand was resting on the ten-year-old's shoulder, idly stroking her pale skin. "I bet you've never seen one this big, Karen, not even all the times you whored!" Karen shook her head. "Wow, no, I never...how's it get so big?" "Sexy little girls," I answered. "Your sister's a great little cocksucker, and you - well, you're the best whore in the state, probably. In fact," I continued, "I think you should take a turn. No, not that," I said, as Karen started to lean forward. "Your sister's got the sucking part covered. I think you should fuck that penis." Karen's head whipped around. She groaned as another cramp assailed her. "Oh, no, I...I can't," she stammered. Her eyes were wide with shock in the painted cat mask across her face. "It's too big." "No, you definitely should fuck it." I insisted. "Mister Nate said you could settle up later. It's later now. Time for you to pay for all the nice work he did for you today." "No, I can't," Karen's voice took on a pleading tone. "It's too big, my babycunt hurts." With a flare of defiance, "You said it's my babycunt, and my babycunt says no!" "Listen, young lady," I said severely, taking her chin in my hand and leaning down so we were almost nose-to-nose. "I also said you need to make good on your obligations. And you owe Mister Nate, big time, for the paint, and for these," I reached down and gave one of her whiskers a sharp tug. She yelped. "No more back-talk," I said decisively, and stood. I grabbed Karen under her arms and lifted. Her feet came off the floor because the butt-plug still hurt too much for her to straighten them. I put the naked preteen astride Nate with her knees on the arms of the chair. "No, no, no, please, please don't make me," Karen was openly begging now. She became incoherent when I boosted her with a hand on her ass right below her tortured sphincter. I lifted her butt up into the air so she was hovering over Nate's wobbling tool. The position really emphasized her preteen skinniness - she was all elbows and knees. Her hair fell forward, hiding both her face and Nate's and muffling her sobs. "It's okay, Karen, I got it all wet and slippery for you," Renee piped up. She skimmed her hands up the shaft until she was gently squeezing the knob-end, holding it up and positioning it at the entrance to Karen's treasure. She lined it up carefully, placing Nate's pee-slit just at the flower of Karen's inner labia. A shudder went through the older girl's naked body. I placed a hand at the base of her spine, just over the shelf of her buttocks, and very gently pressed downwards. Nate didn't have enough of an erection that he could've penetrated Karen's tight preteen cunt unaided, but with Renee holding him up it was enough. Karen swooned as she felt her lips start to separate. Her elbows trembled and she collapsed with her titties squashed against Nate's shirt. "Nooooo," she moaned over and over. "Nooooo, nooooo, nooooo, noOOO, NOOOAAAAAIIIIIIIGGGGGggghhh!" Her moans became a scream as, working together, Renee and I managed to shove the better part of Nate's glans into Karen. She howled. The invader was hot and felt impossibly large. Myself, I didn't know where she was going to put it, what with the giant buttplug already occupying so much space. Karen's scream trailed off to an inarticulate high-pitched whimper. She literally had no strength left as, bit by bit, Nate's girth pushed into her. Renee was helping, squeezing his shaft to stiffen it and also constrict it as much as possible to get it inside her big sister's tortured cunny. She was also licking sloppily around the juncture of their flesh, making sure Nate's cock was nicely lubed. "Damn," Nate mumbled. "That is one tight cunt you got there, Karen." With his free hand he took over for me, gently pressing Karen down further, millimeter by millimeter. I bent down and kissed Karen on the cheek. Her face was a mask of pain. Her teeth were gritted and her eyes screwed closed. "You're a whore, Karen," I whispered in her ear. "This is what a whore's made for. It's why God made you a whore." Tears started to leak again from her tightly closed eyes. "God sees you getting fucked, and it's just what he wants." Karen groaned again as she was penetrated just a little more. "Use that babycunt, whore," I urged her. "Fuck that cock with your whore babycunt." The child was obviously in mental and physical agony. Being reminded that this terrible pain was what God wanted for her hurt her deep inside, in ways that no physical torture could touch. She whimpered softly. "God, God, why? Whyyyyyy?" "Here's why, Karen," I whispered in her ear. I reached under her, sliding my hand down her trembling belly, over her mons to her collared clit. It was bulging, a deformed sphere, the ridge of scar tissue from last winter's injury rough to my touch. I seized the flaming little nub between thumb and forefinger and twisted it like a volume knob, up and down. And that's exactly how it worked on Karen. "EeeeeeEEEEeeee!" she shrilled as pleasure blasted the pain right out of her body. She shuddered, the strength went out of her legs and she dropped a full inch further down on Nate's enormous tool. "AIIIE!" she hollered as the bulbous glans reached the back of her juvenile channel and butted against her cervix. "EEEEE!" she squealed again as I kept up my assault on her clit. "You're a whore, Karen. And whores fuck. And people like fucking whores, and it makes them feel good, and God makes you feel good to reward you for fucking them. And you feel good now, don't you?" "Y...yes," Karen said between gritted teeth. "Then fuck, Karen. Fuck like a whore!" "Yeah," said Nate from the other side. His eyes were still closed. "Fuck that thing, whore." "Yes," Karen repeated. Tears were streaming down her face. She raised herself up just a little bit and then let her weight fall. "Yes. Fuck me. Yes, fuck me, fuck my whore babycunt, yes, yes, yes! Yes! YES!" The twelve-year-old was moving on her own now, undulating her slim body. Her cunt made an obscene sucking sound as she raised up. Her inner labia everted and pulled far down onto Nate's thickness. When she pressed down her entire vulva folded in from the pressure. The piercings closed like a trap until the tips of the metal scraped along Nate's shaft. The buttplug moved with every thrust, her anus bulging outward between her spread cheeks as Nate's cock pushed against it. "Oh, God, my babycunt!" Karen cried. Her juices were flowing freely now, squelching out around the junction of the her flesh with Nate's. Thick cream ran down the shaft. Renee jerked her head back, wiping a smear of her big sister's honey off her cheek. She made a face, but kept her hands in place, supporting Nate's organ. It was obviously taking all of Karen's strength to force her pelvis down and split herself open. She strained again and again. Her breath was rough and ragged and her cries to God became incoherent as the tide of mingled joy and agony built within her. Suddenly Nate's body tensed and Karen squealed. I saw the shaft bulge as semen rushed up it. It didn't pulse, but moved in a steady stream. I knew it was ridiculous to think that he had been saving up cum since his injury but it almost looked like that. An unbelievable volume shot up into Karen. Her squeal became a long, stuttering shriek as she finally reached the peak she'd been straining for all morning. Her body convulsed, her spine arched and her asscheeks tensed as her orgasm shattered against her. Her breasts bounced violently with each wave. Sperm poured into the sixth-grader's channel but her entrance was stretched and sealed so tightly it couldn't escape. Her belly actually started to bulge from the pressure. She might have exploded eventually except her arms and legs lost all coordination. She fell against Nate. Her hands clawed at the air and her legs kicked at nothing. His penis, which had never gotten fully erect, bent and then finally when the angle got too severe, pulled free of her cunt with a noise like a long-blocked kitchen drain finally clearing. It bounced down to lie across her ass and back, hot jizz still seeping, quickly puddling in the small of Karen's back and off her sides. With the pressure released, semen blew out of her like a hot, milky geyser. Renee had drawn back to avoid Karen's thrashing legs but a goodly portion still splattered across her bare chest, down her belly and soaked the hanging flap of her overalls. Karen's incoherent groans and squeaks tailed off as the tension started to flow out of her pubescent body. She fell against Nate, dead weight now. With a grunt, he pushed the child off, rolling her onto her side and off the chair to fall in a tangle of arms and sperm-spattered legs onto the carpet. The breath whuffed out of her as the buttplug was driven into her by the force of her fall. Her cunt pulsed and another stream of thick, milky liquid shot out. She heaved a sigh and fell silent. Her eyes were closed. I peeled back an eyelid carefully. The eye was rolled back. She was unconscious, though her body was still jerking and shivering and her vaginal opening and anus still pulsed with orgasmic contractions. The wires piercing her bald labia quivered and twitched and her pinioned clitoris vibrated visibly. The sharp reek of her cunt was now overlaid with the heavier, bleachy smell of semen. "Wow," I said. "Wow," Nate said. "Yuck!" Renee said. She was trying to clean all the cum off her boobies but she'd only succeeded in transferring some of the mess to her hands, her hair, and - somehow - her forehead. I stood, panting as if I'd been the one fucking that monster. My cockhead was glued to my belly by precum. "Why don't you go wash off," I suggested to Renee. "Take a quick bath if you need to, then we'll get Karen dressed. We don't want her to be late for her show." To be continued...