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This is an erotic story featuring adults and children. If you
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This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N. No actual children or adults or
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This story continues a sequel to the events presented in "Jenny's
Couch", parts 1 through 25, set about a year later.

I'd like to extend my thanks to the small group of deeply
disturbed individuals who make up my fan base. :-) I write for
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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 where nothing could hurt her but
she could still feel her skinny preadolescent body being
electrified with pleasure. The whore was there with her and in
her, but she could 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 grey-green 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 rode 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...

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