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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Rapist's Little Helper (MF/f, nc, voy, ped) by Sparrow (razzmatazz454@yahoo.com) *** A single mother discovers a stranger in her house, and must submit to his every demand in order to protect her seven year old daughter. He makes her play 'chicken' with him, with the daughter as referee. *** I walked into the living room, very aware of the man following close behind... and VERY aware of the gun pressed against my back. I heard his rough whisper in my ear, "Remember... total willingness and cooperation. You know what will happen if you don't play along... right?" "Yes, I promise I'll cooperate. Anything. Just don't hurt my daughter. Please, mister. She's only seven years old." We could see little Emily watching TV as we paused in the hallway. "Oh... fucking A," he whispered lustfully into my ear, "she's beautiful... oh man... just give me the slightest excuse..." "No," I whimpered. "Please. I'll do whatever you want. I swear." "Mmmmm...Good. Just keep that in mind.... I'm putting the gun in my jacket pocket now, but remember, I can get to it at any time." I nodded my head to show I understood. "Now introduce me to her.... Say I'm Uncle Bob or something... a good friend of yours." "Emily?" I said, swallowing hard as we walked into the room. "This is a good friend of mine." I tried my best to sound cheerful, and surprised myself how pleasant and happy I managed to seem. It's amazing what wellsprings of strength we can call upon when our need is desperate enough. "His name is Uncle Bob." The terror I felt was unimaginable, but I knew I had to control myself and stay calm, for my daughter's sake. The day had started out so normal, a typical Sunday morning. Scrambled eggs and orange juice. The comics. Sunday school. Then, when Emily and I returned home from church, I went to my bedroom to change, I noticed the broken window and there he was... a strange man in my house, holding a gun and smiling perversely. And now he was making me introduce him to her as an old family friend. But what choice did I have? None. He'd told me what to say to her. I had do it. I had to submit to his every demand and hope for the best, because the alternative was far too horrible to contemplate. Even though I'd told Emily to change into her play clothes first thing after coming home from church, she sat there on the sofa, still in their Sunday School dress, watching cartoons. She turned to us and smiled, her beautiful young eyes sparkling with trust and innocence. "Hi, Uncle Bob," she said. "Nice to meet you, sir." She's a very sweet and well mannered little girl... I'd taught her to always be polite to grownups, and especially to our guests. The man guided me around the sofa until we stood in front of the TV. He whispered in my ear, "Have her turn the TV off. Tell her we are going to play a game." "Turn the TV off now, Dear. Uncle Bob has a game he wants us to play." "Ok, Mom." She clicked the remote and the sounds of the cartoons vanished, leaving the room silent except for the beating of my heart in my ears. "What kind of game?" she sat up attentively, happy that the grown ups were paying attention to her. "Tell her it's called 'chicken'..." he whispered in my ear. "That it's a contest where you try to find out who's the bravest." I could tell by the inflection in his voice that he wore a friendly smile, to win Emily's trust. I swore silently to myself that I would not give him even the slightest excuse to hurt her. I took a deep breath, and did as he told me. "It's called 'chicken', Honey," I said cheerfully so she wouldn't be afraid. "It's like a contest... a game where you try to find out... who's the bravest." "That's right..." He spoke directly to Emily now. "Your Mom and I are going to play a little game of chicken. It's a really really fun game. You'll like it." He laughed in a friendly way, as if telling a humorous joke. "In fact your Mom was telling me that this is her favorite game in the whole world. She told me that she's the world's champion and never loses." He then whispered to me under his breath, "Tell her this is your favorite game." I swallowed my pride and told my daughter, "Uncle Bob's right. This is my favorite game in the whole world... and I never lose." "Mmmm... that's good..." he whispered. "You tell her everything I tell you to, and do what I say... and everything will be fine. But if you don't... she's mine." He chuckled, his threat all too persuasive. "How do you play?" Emily asked. She's always enjoyed playing games. "You'll like it a lot," the man's smiling voice said from behind me. "It's like a "dare" game. First I dare your Mom to do something, and then she has to do it. If I dare her to do something, like... say... jump up and down, then she has to do it... if she doesn't want to, then all she has to do is say 'chicken' and the game's over and I win". What he didn't tell her was what would happen if I DID say chicken. I shuttered to think of it. He'd made it absolutely clear that he was going to rape me, no matter what I did. I had no choice in that. But if I didn't fully cooperate with this game of his... Oh God, I HAD to cooperate. I had to, for Emily's sake. He'd told me that if I just play his game, and make him cum willingly, and eagerly submit to his every request, that he'd just go away without harming her. That was my one ray of hope. Maybe if the whole thing played out as just a fun game, I thought, we could get through this with little or no trauma to Emily. I must sacrifice myself for my daughter. I HAD to. I would submit to his rape. I would do anything he wants. Anything. Just please don't hurt my sweet daughter. "And we need you to be the judge," the man said cheerfully. "Do you want to be the referee?" "Yeah!!" Emily grinned enthusiastically. "What do I do?" He whispered instructions in my ear... things I had to tell Emily. I said what he told me to. "Well..." I said in as happy a tone of voice as I could manage, "he's going to dare me to do things..." While I spoke, I felt his large hand slide slowly across my hip from behind me, then up over my arm and stomach, across my ribs and up, until it cupped my right breast. "... and your job is to watch closely to make sure I do them just like he says..." His hand squeezed my breast softly and began slowly kneading it while my daughter watched. I did not resist in any way. "...You want me to win the game don't you, dear? It's really important that we win this game." Emily's eyes widened as a big embarrassed smile crossed her face. "Ask her why she's smiling," he whispered. "Why are you smiling, Honey?" "Mom! He's playing with your boobie!" She giggled. "Very good!" the man said to her in encouragement. "You're going to be the best referee ever! That was my first dare to your Mom, and you did just like you're supposed to! Now watch while I do the second dare... You ready to be the judge again?" "Yeah!" she said excitedly. "Okay... here goes..." His free hand crept around to my other breast. He gripped them both now, brazenly molesting me before my young daughter's eyes, making quite a show of squeezing and fondling them. Her eyes were locked on the hands touching me in this intimate way. He whispered to me, "Now tell her how much you like it... how good it feels when men feel your tits." I hesitated. "Tell her!" he whispered, his voice friendly, but full of threat. "I want to hear you tell your daughter nasty dirty things like how much you like it. If you don't want to, Babe... Just say 'chicken', and I'll be done with you. Yeah, Baby.... just say the magic word and I'll stop..." He chuckled, as if hoping I would refuse. "It's ok, Emily... I like it." I said, giving in to his perverse command. "It feels good when he feels my breasts." He pinched them almost painfully as a warning and whispered, "Not 'breasts'... call them 'tits'. Keep going... and make it good. Let her know that men do this to you all the time, and how much you like it." "I like it when men do this to me, Honey... when men feel... my tits. It's fun and feels really good. There's nothing wrong with it... it's ok..." "Keep going." I could tell by the way his hands had changed their groping style and his body pressed against me from behind that it was arousing him to hear me say these things to my young daughter. I hesitated, but gathered the strength to continue in my feigned cheerful voice. "Yes... I like it, sweetheart. It feels good. There's nothing wrong with it. I've let lots of men do this to me. Your father used to do this... but I've let lots of other men do it since then." Inwardly, I was on the verge of tears, but Emily began giggling excitedly that I was telling her all this. "Okay," he said loud enough for Emily to hear. "Now I dare you... to unbutton your blouse. Remember to watch her, Sweetheart, and make sure she does the dare." "Okay, Uncle Bob!" With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons to my blouse one by one. His hand slipped inside before I even had them all undone. Then once they were all unfastened, he opened the front to expose my chest to my daughter's attentive gaze. He rubbed by breasts again for a moment, and then pulled my bra up off them, freeing them, naked to her view. His hands began caressing my breasts in the flesh now, cradling and teasing them, softly tweaking and rolling my erect nipples between his fingers, explaining to Emily, "This is what men do to her when she goes out on dates. Isn't it?" "Yes." I said. Emily watched him with great interest as he fondled my nipples and soft flesh. Then he moved the shirt off my shoulders and dropped it to the ground, followed closely by my bra. I now stood in the middle of my living room, naked from the waste up. "Tell her that you like it when men undress you. That it feels sexy." I knew I had to please him. I had no choice but to comply. "I like it when men undress me, Emily. It feels sexy to take my clothes off for them and let them see me... and touch... feel my tits." "That's good... yessss.... Ask her if she likes your tits." "Do you like my tits, Emily?" "Yeah... they're great!" She giggled. "Ask her if she wishes she had tits like yours." "Do you wish you had tits like mine? Do you want to have a full grown chest like mine some day?" "Yeah!" "Tell her that she will. And how good it will feel when the men touch them." "You will, Honey... one day you'll have breasts just like mine... and men will want to touch them too... just like he's touching me... and you'll really like it when men touch them, because it feels so good." "Hee hee... I hope so..." She giggled. His hands continued stroking my naked breasts... milking me while my seven-year-old daughter watched with wide-eyed excitement. She seemed fascinated by his hands caressing me in such an intimate and forbidden way. I was ashamed to admit to myself that it really did feel good the way he was touching me... he was not rough or clumsy, but very stimulating. My nipples were now quite erect. As shameful as it may sound, despite my fear, I actually found myself getting quite aroused by this. The man kept whispering to me and breathing "good... good... you're doing fine... smart girl." Emily just giggled and covered her smiling mouth, watching the man brazenly molest me, right in my own home. "Now... I want her to touch 'em too. I dare you. Get her to do it or the game's over." Oh God, I thought. No. But what choice did I have? After a moment's hesitation I said, "Do you... do you want to know what they feel like, Honey? You can touch them if you want. You can see what they feel like." "Smart girl... you better not screw this up." "Come here, Baby, so you can see them closer." Emily hopped off the sofa and walked over towards us... my nipples where just above head level to her. Obeying the man's orders, I said, "Please touch them, Honey... please do as the man says. I want you to... I want you to touch them... Please." Emily reached up slowly, and I felt the smooth soft graze of my daughter's tiny fingers on my naked breast... felt the contact with my erect nipple... felt her palm press against it, and a gentle explorative squeezing. She was copying the way the man was handling them. The man kept whispering things for me to say to my sweet daughter. "Do you know what the nipples are for sweet heart? They were made to suck on. Babies suck on them. But so do grown up men... and it feels really good. You used to suck on my nipples when you were a baby. Now you're older, but I bet you could do it again. Go ahead, dear... kiss it... suck on it... please... Uncle Bob has dared me to get you to suck on my breast..." "Tits." He corrected me. "Er... tits... Please don't let me lose the game... Please... do what he says. It's alright... I really want you to." "Can I really?" "Yes... please..." Emily smiled and I saw her face draw innocently closer to my breast. I bent down so she could reach and felt her lips surround the nipple... a feeling I'd not felt in years... the warm soft suckling of my daughter's mouth. "Now THAT's sexy," the man said. "Tell her how good it feels." "That feels good, Emily. Mmm... please don't stop... I love you Emily... I love you so much." I gently cradled Emily's little head in my arms as she suckled my naked breast, holding her close. One of the man's hands began rubbing my ass, while the other cradled my breast for her while she nursed. I felt the wonderful suction upon my nipple, her tongue sliding across it and pressing. I remember almost wishing she knew how to flick her tongue too. "Okay," the man said. "I have another dare for you, little Mother: Take off your skirt." When I released Emily's head, she stopped suckling and backed away a step, a smile on her moist lips, her eyes gleaming. "That was cool!" she said. "Okay, now, kid. Watch your mother finish stripping for us." He was still massaging my tits while I undid the side zipper on my skirt, and let it fall to my feet. His hand then slid down and immediately entered the front of my panties to clasp my bare pussy. Emily's eyes widened in surprise that his hand had moved right into the front of my underwear, and her jaw dropped open. "Mom!" she said. "He's touching your private parts!" I didn't want her to be scared, nor displease the man, so I said, "It's okay, Honey. That was the next dare. I don't mind. I like it. It feels nice to have him touch me there." "Yeah kid. Your Mom likes it. In fact, this is her favorite place to be touched, isn't it little Mother? You like it when men touch your pussy, don't you?" "Yes! Yes. It's my favorite place. I... it feels so good to be touched there... on my... on my pussy." "Lots of men touch you there..." "Lots of men touch me there, Honey... I like it. Lots of men. I let them. I want them to do it." I felt his finger penetrate my vagina as I said those words. He whispered in my ear, "Tell her to pull your panties down so she can see it." "Honey... do me a really big favor? Pull my panties down? Please? So you can see?" A big smile crossed the seven-year-old's face as she stepped forward once again. "Okay... hee hee... then you'll be naked." "It's alright, Emily... Mommy likes to be naked. I LIKE to have all my clothes taken off... so you and Uncle Bob can see my body... I LIKE to be naked for men." I had to fully cooperate... I HAD to. I had to make her think this was just a fun game, rather than the cruel, coercive rape it truly was. The little girl knelt before her Mother, took hold of the two sides of the panties and tugged them slowly down her Mother's womanly hips. She saw the neatly trimmed pubic hair come into view, the folds of the fleshy outer lips, and she saw the man's middle finger vanish, pressed up inside her Mother's moist receptive cunt. She watched as the finger moved slowly in and out. She noticed the gleaming moisture coating it. She noticed the slightly musky scent of her Mother's arousal. She saw the finger withdraw from the damp orifice and move up to her Mother's mouth, where her Mom sucked on the finger until it was clean. Then she saw it return to her Mother's pussy, delve once again between the fleshy pink flaps surrounding the opening, withdraw once again glistening with juice, and return to between her Mother's lips. Her Mom sucked on the finger with eyes closed... sucked on it eagerly, like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Emily wondered what it tastes like. "Tell her to look at your pussy." "Look at my pussy, Honey," I said in a breathless voice. "Tell her to watch how I touch you and how good it feels." "Look at his hands, Sweety. See how they're moving around on Mommy's pussy? ... Oh... it feels so good to be touched like that... It feels soooo good to be touched on the pussy... Mmmmm." I felt him begin to roll my clit gently between two fingers. My hips began to grind involuntarily to his touch. "Look how he plays with the button on top... that's Mommy's clit... it feels super super good when men play with that.... Mmmmm... yes..." My breathing was beginning to deepen into a pant. "You like it, don't you? You're wet." "Yes... Look at my pussy. Oh Baby... look at him touching my pussy." "That's good... Now another dare... I want to see you kiss your daughter." I felt his strong hands push me slowly but firmly to my knees next to Emily. I turned to my young daughter. I bit my lip, still tasting my own juices lingering there, and said, "Kiss me, Honey. I love you so much." I took her head in my hands and pressed my lips to her cheek. "No... on the lips. Show her how boys will kiss her when she starts dating." I took my daughter into my arms. She hugged me back. It felt strange to hold her close like this while naked, but I had no choice. "Someday you'll start dating boys, Honey. Do you want to see how they'll want to kiss you?" "YEAH!!" She really seemed excited by the idea. I'd always known she was curious about boys... now I realized exactly how curious. "They'll kiss you like this." I moved my head forward until our lips met. I parted mine slightly and began kissing my young daughter deeply on the mouth. Her mouth seemed so small to me it was strange. She was only a child. She began kissing back. When we broke the kiss the man said, "Tell her what a great kisser she is... and do it some more." "You are a terrific kisser, Honey. Do you like kissing like that?" "Yeah! It's fun!" She giggled. "Well lets do it again... don't be afraid to open your mouth a little. It's okay." Again, our lips met and we kissed deeply. I decided to use my tongue more this time. I was fearful that she'd be shocked by this, but I wanted to please the man, and she caught on to it right away and we began flicking and licking our tongues together inside each other's mouths, like it was a game. Her little body pressed against me and I pulled her even closer to my naked torso. When we finally broke for air I whispered, "I love you so much, Emily. I'd do anything for you." "I love you too, Mom." The man stood over us while we knelt. He chuckled. "You'd do anything for her?" I looked up at him, then down at the floor. "Yes... anything." "Ask her if she's ever seen a penis before." I hesitated. "Ask her, Babe. Or are you... 'chicken'?" "Honey?..." I looked at the ground in shame, gathering my courage. I understood his threat. I had no choice. I kept telling myself I had no choice. "Have you ever wondered what a man looks like with no pants on?" "Yeah! I've wondered that lots of times." Emily's voice didn't sound fearful at all. In fact she seemed positively enthusiastic about the prospect. "Would you like to find out, kid?" She grinned broadly up at the man and perked up excitedly. "Yeah! Really? Really? Can I really really see one?" "Yeah, kid. Your Mom's about to show you mine... aren't you Babe?" "Oh Mom! You're the BEST!" Emily gave me a big hug, then turned toward the man and sat on her haunches in wide eyed anticipation. Emily's reaction took me off guard. I guess I should have been relieved that this wasn't playing out traumatically for her... it would be a LOT worse if she was being forced, screaming and crying. But still, her enthusiasm for it bothered me a little bit, I'm not sure why. But, I mean, for crying out loud. This man was slowly, methodically raping me, and my daughter seemed to think it was all just great fun. 'Stay in the moment', I thought to myself. 'Do what you have to do and it will all be over soon.' "Okay, Little Mother. You heard her... she wants to see it. I dare you to show my cock to your daughter. Undo my pants." Emily and I knelt on the floor before him. I felt powerless as I reached up and began to undo his belt, very conscious of my young daughter's close attention riveted to my every move. I felt my heart beating in my ears. When the belt was open, I unfastened the snap of his trousers. I could see the bulge of his erection as I did so. My hand brushed against it. It was solid as rock. I swallowed hard and pulled the zipper down. He wore no underwear and the pants slipped easily down his muscular thighs, revealing his hard cock. My daughter's wide eyes locked upon it as I pulled the pants off his hairy legs and over his shoes as he lifted his feet for me one at a time. Emily's bright eyes were riveted to this man's organ. I looked at it, too. It stood fully erect, arching upward from his body, rising from a nest of dark pubic hair. The bulbous head flared at the sides like a helmet, crowning the veined shaft. It was indeed a nice cock, I had to admit. Not too big... not too small. About six and a half inches, I guessed. Well shaped. Circumcised. Very stiff. Under different circumstances, this man would be nice to have as a lover. Then I looked back at my daughter. There was a look of wonder and awe in her eyes. She stared at it keenly, biting her lower lip. "Well? What do you think of my cock?" I didn't know what to say. "Tell me it's beautiful. You think it's beautiful, don't you?" "Yes... It's true... you do have a beautiful cock." "Tell your daughter about how beautiful it is. How much you like it." I took a deep breath to relax, while I thought of what this man would want to hear me say. I had to please him. I had to. "Emily? This is what we call a penis... er... or a 'cock'. It's what men have. Isn't it beautiful? I love men's cocks... They're nothing to be afraid of... they're wonderful... When you grow up, they'll make you feel really really good." "So what do you think of my cock, little girl? Do you like looking at a full grown man's hard on?" I heard my daughter say, "Yeah... it's cool." Her young voice was full of dreamy fascination. "Would you like to touch it?" I suddenly realized that he had spoken not to me, but to little Emily. Oh God. I decided to intercept his question and make it mine. I had to save her... to divert his attention away from her and back to me. I quickly reached up and took hold of his erection. It felt warm and solid in my hands. "Yes... yes... I really want to touch it." I began to move my hand up and down on it, jacking it slowly. I had to please him and knew by now what he would want to hear me say. "I want to make it feel really good... I want to stroke it... rub it... play with it... make it cum." "Mmmm... that feels nice." I was consumed by almost a panic. Emily was kneeling right beside me with this man's erection before her. I had one desperate hope: I had to pour everything into making this man cum as fast as I possibly could, so he wouldn't turn to my daughter. I began stroking it faster and faster, saying things I thought would make him hot. "Yes... your cock is so beautiful... I want to make it feel really good... I love stroking it... I love jacking it to make it feel good. I'll do anything you want with it... anything you want." I moved closer so it was right next to my face. I kissed it, feeling the spongy head against my lips. I kissed it again. Then again. "Yes... I love this cock... I love kissing it... I want to make it cum... yes... please." I knew what I had to do, even though my daughter was watching. I angled the tip downward toward my face, opened my mouth, and moved forward. I felt the warm cock slide across my lips as I took it into my mouth. I pushed forward again, feeling and tasting it glide over my tongue, until my mouth was filled with the stiff engorged flesh. Very conscious of my young daughter watching, but not knowing what else to do, I wrapped my lips around it in total submission and began earnestly sucking. I tasted the familiar fleshy flavor. I needed to make it cum. I needed to make it cum quickly, for my daughter's sake. My tongue clamped on the underside, I pushed forward even more until pressed against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. Then I slid back, sucking hard until my lips grazed over the head's flange. Then back down over the shaft. Then back out. My saliva made it slide easily. Over and over I bobbed and sucked with long firm strokes, jacking it all the while with my hand, pumping the shaft by its loose skin; pumping this cock into my mouth, trying as best I could to suck the cum out. Please c! um... please cum now... cum in my mouth now... please... please cum now, so this will all be over. "Wow," I heard the man say. "Without even being asked." I felt his strong hand resting on the side of my head as I bobbed and sucked. "Jesus... God... your Mom is really GOOD at that... she must really ENJOY sucking on cocks, don't you think?" I heard Emily laugh, "Yeah." "Look closely, kid. This is what your Mom does whenever she goes out on dates. She likes doing this. She likes doing this to every man she goes out with." I heard Emily giggle. "Look closely kid... see how she sucks it... you'll want to do that too with boys you go out on dates with too." I heard her giggle again, and opened my eyes and looked to the side. Emily's young face was right next to mine, her child's eyes bright and attentive, closely watching her Mommy earnestly sucking on the stranger's hard cock. Then I noticed the man's large hand resting on her golden head, just as his other was on mine, softly caressed her hair as he slowly pulled her face ever closer to mine. This made me suck even harder and faster. I had to turn this man on... I had to make him cum as fast as I possibly could. Why wouldn't he just cum, and let this be over with? Couldn't he see how cooperative I was being? Just like he'd asked? Couldn't he see how willing I was? What could I do to please him? I pulled off of his cock and panted in my desperation to please him, "Yes... I love sucking on cocks... I love to suck on your beautiful cock... please... please, cum in my mouth now." I pushed back onto the cock, sucking and bobbing frantically, desperately plunging my mouth over it with long, strong thrusts of my neck, while my daughter carefully observed every move and listened to each word I said. Please let him cum. Please let this end soon. "It looks like fun, doesn't it, little girl?" She giggled, "Yeah." "Here... you can help your Mom... you can touch it too." He guided her little seven-year-old hand to his balls. She cradled them in her palm, giving no sign of resistance. Oh God... I had to get this over with, quick. Then I heard him say, "Here... let her hold it... let her hold it while you suck... she wants to help. I dare you to let her help. He moved her compliant hand up to the base of his shaft. I had to pause my motions and let go with my own hand to make room for her small fingers to wrap around it. My daughter gripped the cock right at the point where it stuck out of my mouth. Her fingers seemed so tiny on it. I place my hand gently over hers, and slowly resumed the forward and back motion of my sucking. Slowly, so it wouldn't be too fast for her. I guided her hand up and down the shaft... I stroked the stranger's cock with my own child's tiny hand... stroking it to the rhythm of my bobbing head as I plunged back and forth over it... Oh God. My little girl... my little second grade girl in her Sunday School dress... stoking this man's hard cock, feeling it's stiffness in her small grasp, feeling how I moved her hand up and down it's length... happily jacking a stranger off into her own Mother's mouth. "Yes... that feels so good... Mmmmm... I like the way you touch it, kid... you're Mother's awesome... just move your hand the way she shows you... that's right... stroke it... just like that... Mmmmm... you're feeding me to your Mom, kid... aren't you? You're helping her suck me off. She likes sucking it, and she likes that you're helping." He laughed. "Your Mom looks funny with a dick in her mouth, doesn't she?" Emily giggled. "Yeah." "I bet you'd like to try it too, wouldn't you? Just like big girls do. I bet you're wondering what it's like to do what your Mom's doing, aren't you?" Then I heard Emily say "Yeah. I wanna try it, too." I felt defeated. My heart sank. I hadn't made him cum in time. "C'mon, Little Mother. You're beautiful little girl wants a turn, now." "Yeah... c'mon Mom... Lemme try it. Uncle Bob said I could. I wanna try it too." "You don't think she's 'chicken' do you?" Again, I understood his threat. I didn't see what choice I had. I reluctantly pulled my mouth off the cock, bit my lip, and slowly turned the saliva slathered organ toward my sweet little girl's, innocent face. She was just a child. I'd hoped to avoid this... hoped to protect her from being violated by this man... hoped that he'd be satisfied by just raping me, and not my little angel too. But I had no choice. The image of his threat if I didn't cooperate fully filled my mind... the image of him ramming his full grown cock into her tiny seven year old pussy... her screaming and crying in pain... ANYTHING was better than that. Better in her mouth than that. Better that she think of it as a fun little game than as horribly traumatic rape. I had to let her do this. I had no choice. I felt the cock throb and pulsate in anticipation as I pointed it toward Emily's young lips. I hoped he wouldn't cum while it was pointed at her. "Just try kissing it first," I said. She smiled precociously, and I watched her sweet lips move slowly nearer and nearer the flaring head, until at last they made contact with the spongy flesh, and gave it a playful little childlike kiss. Then another. She giggled. The man's swollen organ looked enormous next to her small face. Her tiny hand still wrapped around it, her fingertips not even meeting her thumb. She kissed it again. "Oh yeah!... That's great, kid... You like kissing it don't you?" She giggled. "Yeah... it's like kissing a dolly." The man grinned evilly. "Hmmm... right. It's just like kissing your little dolly... go ahead... kiss it again. Kiss your dolly." Emily smiled and began playfully covering the stranger's hard cock with kisses, many rapid little kisses, as if it were her favorite new toy. "You want to suck on your dolly too, don't you?" Emily just giggled. "Tell her to open her mouth, Mom." My heart sank. "Open your mouth, Honey. It's okay. It won't hurt you... honest... it tastes really good. You'll like it... don't be afraid." "I'm not 'fraid!" she said, and I watched the seven- year-old lips part, move forward, and willingly accept the cock's tip between them. She closed her mouth over the head with only a slight hesitation, then I could see her jaw and cheek moving as she closed her eyes and began to suck lightly upon it. The image of that cockhead's flared rim protruding from my baby's sweet lips is vividly and forever etched upon my mind. I remember watching it swell and pulsate as she contentedly suckled upon it. I knew her tongue was touching it now, and prayed that he would not cum just then. In her childish innocence, she had no idea how spectacularly perverse this was. I had to make sure it played out as just a fun game for her. Then I was gripped by a consuming fear that he would cum now... that this stranger's semen was about to erupt into my daughter's little mouth, coating her tongue with its thick rich flavor. No! Please. I firmly grasped the base of the cock, alert for the telltale throbbing spasms that would herald ensuing orgasm. In near panic, I devised a plan where, if he started to cum, I would quickly pull it away from her and plunge my own mouth over it at the last moment. He had to cum in my mouth, not hers. He had to! It was the only plan I could think of to rescue her, to save her from total and utter violation. I had to sacrifice myself for my baby, to accept his violation for myself. I fought back the tears. Be brave, I told myself. Be brave. But he didn't cum. Instead, he said, "That's great, kid. Just a little deeper... take more in." He started to push forward into her mouth, and I imagined him cramming it unpleasantly deep and choking her, so I quickly intervened. "No! No... let me show her." He pulled back, thank God. I kept a firm grip on it's base, protectively, just in case he tried to lunge forward unexpectedly. I placed my free hand on the back of her head and gently eased her forward, alert to his motions and her reaction... ready to pull her off it instantly if I had to. "Move up on it, Baby. Let a little more in." She moved willingly to my guiding nudge, and the cock's head disappeared into her mouth, followed by perhaps a half inch of the veined shaft. I could see how much it was filling her tiny mouth, and tried to judge how far it should go to please him, without becoming uncomfortable for her. She seemed to accept it without too much problem, though her jaw was stretched fairly wide. The adult cock looked huge sticking in my child's small mouth. "Now move up and down on it like Mommy did," I said. She started trying to move back and forth on it, but was having trouble. "Here... let me show you... like this." She relinquished the cock to me and I clamped my mouth upon it once again and slowly moved my lips up and down it's length a few times to show her the proper motion. Then I passed it back to her. "There... Like that. Do what Mommy did. It's fun. Just be careful not to scrape your teeth over it. Just your lips. And not too deep, or you'll choke." She again took it willingly into her little mouth and I watched her head begin to move gingerly back and forth, so that her lips slid up and down what length of the shaft she could accommodate. "Oh, Honey! That's so good.... You are such a good girl. I love you so much." I kissed her cheek as she sucked on the man. "Yes... she is a good girl... mmmm... such a good little girl... yes... suck it like a good little girl. Oh yeeeaahhh...." He was softly petting her hair. "He he. You like watching your daughter give me a blowjob, don't you?" I had to say the things I knew he wanted to hear. "Yes." "Say it." "I like watching my daughter give you a blowjob... She looks so beautiful... so beautiful." It was true, though. She did look beautiful. I kissed her cheek again, whispering "I love you, Baby... I love you so much." "Yes... she's sucking it like a good little girl, isn't she?.... You like showing her how, too, don't you?" "Yes... I do... I love teaching her how to... to... make a man feel good." Without really realizing it, I'd begun slowly pumping the stiff cock with one hand, and moving her tiny head with the other. I was feeding it to my baby. I kissed her again, and whispered, "Suck it Baby. You're doing so good. Suck it for Mommy... It's okay...suck it for Mommy." She made little cooing noises. "How old is she again?" "Seven.... only seven... second grade... my baby...and now she's... she's... on a fully grown... man." I'd said that with a sense of great remorse, but I also felt a strange and unexpected feeling in my pussy with those words... like a tingling burst of rampant lust involuntarily swelling within me. "You love my cock, don't you? You love seeing it in your daughter's cute little mouth." "Yes.... I love your cock. And I love watching her suck on it." To my utter shame I have to admit that, at that moment, I really wasn't completely lying. There was something fascinating about that sight, causing waves of arousal to course through my body. Despite my utter horror, I could feel my lubricating juices flowing freely, and my breathing deepen into an excited pant. I could feel it happening. I don't know why, and I didn't want it to, but it happened nonetheless. My heart went out to her. "Oh Baby..." I whispered with quivering voice. "You're so beautiful." I began kissing Emily's face while she blew him. Her smooth cheek. Her tender chin. "So beautiful... my sweet girl..." I found myself kissing the side of her lips, where the fleshy shaft protruded, and then kissed the shaft itself, down it's length, kissing her fingers where they gripped it, then back up to her cheek. I whispered into her ear. "Give Mommy another turn." She pulled off the cock and smiled with red, moist lips while turning it toward me. My tongue stuck out as I opened wide to accept it, then plunged deeply over its length. I bobbed back and forth, both our hands jacking it together. I sucked hard on the backstroke, milking it, nursing on it, trying to feed on it. Emily's cheek was next to mine. I pulled off with a rather loud slurp, and turned the glistening shaft back to her lips. She received it happily, with small mewing sounds as she again moved back and forth over it. I have to admit... I was fully and completely sexually aroused by this torrid scene. I couldn't help it. "Tell me again you love my cock." "Yes. Mmmmm... your cock." "Tell her you love your boyfriend's cock even better. That it's even nicer than mine." "I love my boyfriend's cock... it's so nice." "You want to see her sucking your boyfriends, too, don't you?" I didn't want to say it, but I had to. "Yes." My voice quivered. This was a different dimension. "Tell her... tell her that she can suck.... What's his name?" "Mike..." "Tell her that you want her to suck Mike too. Any time she wants to." Then, before I could answer, he began speaking directly to Emily as she sucked him. I listened in both arousal and horror as he told her things I did not want her to think about. His hand rested on her head. "You want to suck Mike too, don't you Baby?" he said to her. She continued sucking the rapist's cock, and simply nodded and mewed "Mm Hmm," as compliant to his words as I had been. I did not want her to think that. I was hoping that Mike might one day become her step father. "Oh yeeaahh..." the man moaned. "Here's my dare to you little girl... my dare to you while you suck me... and you have to do my dares too, just like your Mommy does...don't you?" He smiled maliciously. "I dare you to get up out of bed at night whenever he's over, and try to see them having sex. Your Mom told me she wants you to watch them together... you won't get in any trouble... she wants you to. Don't you? Tell her you want her to." "Yes, Baby... I want you to see us." "Or better yet, she wants you to sneak into bed with them in the dark... and start sucking his wiener while he's asleep. And keep sucking him 'til he wakes up... and he won't know it's you... he'll think its her. Sneak in and do this to Mike... yes Baby... Your Mom wants you to do that. She told me so. Didn't you?" "Yes." No! No! Please don't tell her that. What if she believes you? His smile broadened. "And she wants you to start rubbing the front of his pants, too. Any time you're alone with him. You have to do everything you can to get him to show you his beautiful cock... to get him hard... so you can play with it, and to get him to touch you too, in all your private places." I watched her suckle him, listening to his awful words, the ideas he was implanting in her mind. Oh God. "Your Mom told me how delicious his cock is... and how she wishes you could taste it too. She told me that she loves sucking his cock... and she really wants you to try to get him to let you see it, so she can share it with you... just like she's sharing mine... the next time you are alone with him, you have to do that. Isn't that right, Mom?" I had no choice... I had to agree. "Yes," I said meekly. "Either him or any other man your Mom becomes close friends with... right Mom? She has your permission to do that?" "Yes." My pussy juices were gushing, despite my fear of what he was saying. "Tell her." "Emily... you have my permission to do that." Though her mouth was filled with the rapist's cock, I saw a slight smile form on her lips. "You really like sucking men's cocks, don't you?" He was speaking to me again. "Yes." "You like seeing them in your daughter's mouth?" "Yes." "You'd like me to fuck you, too, wouldn't you? You'd like me to fuck you just like Mike does. Or your other boyfriends?" "Yes," I answered. Then it dawned on me what he'd said. It seemed a chance to get it out of her mouth, and change this very uncomfortable subject of my little girl seducing my male friends into molesting her. I rose up higher on my knees. My hand moved from his erection to his pubic hair, then up under his shirt, slid over his flat stomach to his chest. I looked up to him with pleading eyes. "Yes... fuck me. Please fuck me now," I said. He smiled, and gently pulled me to my feet. His cock slipped out of Emily's mouth. Our lips met. It was our first kiss. Then he led me over to the sofa. I suddenly felt very naked and exposed, standing completely undressed in my own living room. He still wore his shirt and jacket. Emily was still fully clothed in her lacey white Sunday school dress. I felt conspicuous in my nudity. He sat me down on the sofa, then lay me back, pulling my butt forward to the very edge of the cushion, my neck and shoulders pressed against the back cushion. He knelt between my spread legs and began to rub my naked body all over. Emily followed us and he patted the seat next to me, for her to sit. She jumped onto the cushion beside me, watching him rub my naked flesh as I lay back. His hands caressed up to my breasts and down to my thighs, moving across my pussy, lingering here and there, while Emily watched attentively. I noticed she had her shoes on the sofa, her patent leather Sunday school shoes, tucked under her legs. I normally don't allow shoes on the furniture, but given the circumstances, it seemed a rather minor infraction, so I didn't mention it. "Touch her with me," he said to my young daughter. "Help me make your Mom feel good." Emily smiled and bit her lower lip as her tiny hand began gliding over my nude body along with his. She seemed fascinated with my breasts and rubbed and played with them while he stroked my skin all over. A moan escaped me as I lay back, awash in tactile stimulation. It felt so naughty. It felt so good. Kneeling between my spread legs, the rapist watched her delicate hands caressing me. "Look how her nipples are standing up," he said. "Look how stiff they are. That means she feels real good." It was true. My nipples were fully erect. Emily played with my nipples as I lay back, and it felt like silken electric shocks were flowing from them, and coursing throughout my body. My breathing grew heavier. "Touch her down here, too." His large hand was on my pussy. "C'mon... touch her here now." She giggled and shifted her position to reach my pussy. I felt her tiny fingers make contact and begin to rub. Fresh jolts of arousal sprang from her touch. "Right here... this is the best place... see how it's sticking up like a little button? That's where she really likes to be touched." Emily's fingers began rolling around my clitoris... rubbing it... tickling it. She drew closer to see better what she was doing. I felt his hands moving all around my pussy, but I could tell it was my daughter who was touching my clit. I began to gasp. "See? She really likes it," he said. I moaned. "Yes... yes... it feels wonderful... it feels..." "See? That's the best spot." "This is fun!" Emily said, ever the little enthusiast. I heard him whisper, "I dare you to kiss it." This caused me turmoil... I found myself both repulsed and excited by the idea. But I had no choice, did I? I HAD to let her do what he said. I lay back and resigned myself to whatever would happen. My legs spread slightly more. "Really?" I heard myself say, "Yes... Baby... I dare you to kiss it." She chuckled. "Ohhhh... all right." She leaned down and I felt her silky hair drift lightly across my pelvis... then the barest sensation of her lips contacting my clitoris, with a tiny, pecking kiss. She giggled. Then I felt another kiss and another. She began kissing all around my mons and clit and the soft outer lips of my pussy. "Oh God, kid... you are so sexy... lick it... give it a little lick. Go on." All motion stopped. There was a moment of hesitation. And then I felt a very soft, moist nudge against my clit. It was her tongue. I gave in. I surrendered myself to the streams of arousal that coursed through me, causing my ass to tighten in lust and my breathing to become little more than a quivering pant. Then I felt another lick, then another. She giggled again. "It tastes slippery," she said. And then I felt a new sensation. The man had risen up on his knees and moved forward between my widely spread legs. I felt the blunt press of his hard cock upon my pussy, at almost the exact spot little Emily was licking. I couldn't see, because her position blocked my view, but could tell that her little hand was now upon his stiff manhood as he moved back and forth, the shaft sliding against my slit, right up to her mouth. "Kiss me too," he said. I felt her smooth cheek rest upon my pubic mound as she turned her head, and I knew that the tip of his cock was now nestling between my seven-year-old little girl's lips. "Oh God yes," he moaned. He grasped my thighs tightly. "Fuck... this is incredible." I placed my hand on her silken hair and petted. I noticed the plastic rainbow hairclip that held it out of her face. Finally he drew back a few inches, and said, "The game's almost over now... your Mom has almost won. You've been a really big help too. But there's just one more dare... do you want to help with this one last dare? It's the biggest dare of all." She lifted her head and rested on her elbows. "Yeah! Then we win, right?" When she sat up I could now see his stiff member rising up from my slit, where it's underside pressed against my furrow. "Yeah... one more dare and you win. But you have to help with this one. Do you know what 'fucking' is?" "I know it's a bad word." He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it is. But fucking is the best thing there is... it's great! Men and women do it... it's when a man puts his dick inside the woman's pussy." "Oh yeah... I know about that. It's where babies come from. It's sex." "That's right... it's sex. But we call it 'fucking', okay? That's part of the game." "Okay." "Can you say it? Can you say the word for me?" I heard her say "Fucking". "Good... that's right... it's called "fucking". Do you want to see me fuck your Mom now?" "Yeah!" "Good... now all you have to do to win the game is help me put it in." "Okay. What do I do?" He took her hand and guided it further down between my legs, to the sloppy part of my pussy. "Your Mom's hole is down here... I want you to help me put my cock in it." I felt her little inexperienced fingers fish around until they found my vaginal orifice. The fingertips penetrated just a tiny bit in locating it. "Oh... here it is! Hee hee... It's all wet." He took her other hand, and placed it on his hard cock. "Okay, kid... lead the way... put my dick inside your Mom." She giggled again and I watched her tilt it downward to aim his hard cock toward my opening and he moved his hips forward little by little. I felt the head make blunt contact, but just a tad too high. "Hee hee... it's like pin the tail on the donkey." "Oh... it's WAY better than that. Try again." She reached again between my pussy's wet lips with her tiny fingers to relocate the hole. Then with one hand on him and the other on me, she brought us together, successfully guiding his tip to my opening. I felt the head wedge it's way slowly into my entrance, then pull back just a touch. "MMmm... I think you found it... good job... you're a great little helper." He then pushed forward all the way. I felt the hard cock's full length slide easily up into me, filling me, penetrating me. "Oooohhhh... Yeeeaaahhh..." he moaned. I gasped as it filled me up. He began pumping into me with long, firm strokes. I felt the rapist's cock plunge deep inside my body, then back out. Then back in. He held my hips in his large strong hands, pushing himself up into me again and again. My sharply angled neck and shoulders pressed against the sofa's back cushions with each long thrust. He looked down on me with a gleam of total victory in his eyes. "Look Emily. I'm fucking your Mother. Oooohhh... it feels so good to fuck her. Doesn't it look fun?" "Yeah", she chuckled. "Say it, Emily. Tell your Mother what I'm doing to her." She smiled down at me with an excited grin and said, "He's fucking you Mom! Uncle Bob is fucking you!" "Ohhh.... Yeeaaahhh..." he panted. Then he leaned forward so his body lay atop mine and I felt him rise up on his toes to press his weight against me, buried to the hilt. I wrapped my arms around him. He slid his hands under me to grasp me by the shoulders, and he began to move me back and forth as though plunging my whole body over his cock. I lifted my feet from the floor to wrap my legs around his thighs as he speared into me. I felt the scratch of his stubbled chin scraping against my cheek and neck. He began to whisper in my ear. "How does it feel?" he whispered. "Tell me you like it." I panted back breathily, "I like it". "How does it feel..." he paused for a moment, "...to be raped?" He'd said 'raped' very slowly and clearly, as if lingering on the word. "Tell me." I knew what I had to say. "I like it," I whispered back. I felt a strange and unexpected response within my body when I said it. Without really meaning to, I found myself grinding my pelvis back into him as he slowly but firmly humped me. I could feel the solid weigh of the gun in his jacket's pocket bumping against my elbow. "You like being raped, don't you?" "Yesss." "How does it feel... to have your daughter help me... your little girl... helping me rape you?" he breathed into my ear. I clutched at his jacket. "It feels good..." I panted. "I like it." My hand dropped to the gun in his jacket pocket... I could feel its steel shape under the cloth. "Thank me! Thank me for raping you." I panted for a moment, thinking about his demand. My fingertips entered his pocket's opening. I felt the cold steel, the rough texture of the pistol's handle. Could I get to it? What if I failed and he overpowered me? What if he raped my daughter instead? Or what if I succeeded? What nightmares would she have if she watched me kill Uncle Bob? NO! Those nightmares would last her lifetime. I couldn't win. "Thank you!" I moaned into his ear. "Thank you for raping me. It feels good... when you rape me. Fuck me... yes... Oh yes... fuck me... rape me... please... while Emily watches... thank you... thank you so much... for raping me... I want you to... rape me... yesss... I like it... I like it." His lips pressed against mine in a deep kiss. I kissed back, our tongues intermingling. I still thought about the gun and could I get to it without him noticing. I lay there considering as he lay atop me... my hand on the gun... his cock buried deep inside... my seven- year-old daughter watching. I lay there, trying to decide, kissing him, feeling his cock thrust up inside my body... just wishing he would cum, and it would all be over. Then he pushed himself up with his strong arms and rose back to his upright kneeling position, looking down upon me with a deeply satisfied gleam in his eyes. His hands slid down my naked body and back to my hips. He began using long smooth strokes again. "Yeeeaaaahhh..." he breathed in lust. "I like to fuck your Mom... Oh yeahhh... she has such a nice pussy... so wet... oh yeaeeaahh... such a nice cunt.... Such a nice cunt to fuck." He stroked into me with satisfaction. "Help me fuck your Mom, kid. Help me fuck her. Touch her pussy while I fuck her. Touch your Mom's cunt. Feel how warm it is." Emily's gaze was locked on my pussy and on the man's large cock moving in and out of me. She slid her hand down my belly and onto my pubic hair and then down my pussy, so the man's pumping cock was between her fingers and thumb. I knew she was feeling it slide through her fingers, just as it was sliding into me. "Oh yeah, kid... feel my cock while I fuck your Mom with it... oh yeahh... you like helping me fuck your Mom, don't you? You like seeing my cock go up inside her." "Yeah. It's cool." "Tell her how good it feels, Baby," he said to me. "Tell her how good it is." "Oh, Honey... it feels so good. I can feel it up inside me... ooooo... it feels... soooo... gooood." He stared down at me. I could feel his stiff erection pumping against the roof of my vagina, sliding against and triggering my g-spot with each thrust. I felt my daughter's delicate hands on the outside. Wave after wave of stimulation pulsed through me. I felt the arousal build up, nearing climax, one feeling piling on top of the other; felt the consuming lust climbing in a spiral of mounting sensation. Building. Climbing. Rising. Peaking. Bursting forth like the deluge from a collapsing dam. And then I exploded. The seizure gripped my body, and I began to tremble and spasm in thrashing, crashing orgasm. My vision faded. My brain washed with a flood of liquid electricity. Every muscle tensed. Sweat glistened from every pore. I couldn't help myself from crying out in a frenzy of all-consuming passion. "Oh YES! OH YES!! OH YES!!!" The man began to laugh. "Oh yeah... look at her... she loves it. Ha Ha. Your Mother loves getting fucked!" Then a second wave crashed. And then a third. Bursts of color flashed through my mind as I quivered and shook in a series of orgasms... orgasms that linked one to the other, becoming a continuous river of explosive seizures, of passionate release. It seemed to go on and on. I'd never felt anything like this before. I felt swept away, as though the world had vanished and I was flying through the air... as if all cares had gone, all worries and concerns melted away... transported into a dimension where ego and fear dissolved into a swirling whirlpool of sensuous bliss. Then I heard the man's voice. It echoed dimly, as though from another world, "Oh yeah... I'm almost there... almost there..." Reality and my mind began to reassemble as my orgasm subsided, like crystals forming in a great blue void. I felt my neck and shoulders pressed against the sofa's back, his long stiff cock still thrusting within me... and his words entered my ears, as though from a vast distance: "Okay, Baby... now, when I pull out... put your mouth over it real fast." I could still not focus through the descending orgasmic haze, but I felt Emily's fine hair sweep across my naked stomach and downward toward the center of my stimulation. Oh NO! I suddenly realized what he was going to do. Not in her mouth! Not in my baby's mouth!! "Oh yeah... almost there... get ready... almost... UHHH!!! NOW!! NOW!!!" I felt a sudden emptiness as he pulled back and quickly out. I do not know how I did it... it was like one of those superhuman feats you sometimes read about that mothers do to save their children... like lifting a car or breaking down a door to a burning house. All I remember is a fleeting glimpse of my sweet little girl's face as I flew quickly past, her lips parted, ready to receive him. In utter panic, I had somehow managed to instantly flip myself around and clamp my own mouth over the rapist's pulsating cock, in place of my baby's. I remember the slippery, musky taste of my own pussy's lubricating juices coating it, and I remember a profound feeling of victory and sacrifice as the tangy flood of cum gushed forth upon my tongue. I swallowed, and felt that first thick blast slide warmly down into my stomach. The strong, salty, bitter taste of it filled my mouth, throat, and nostrils; yet a strange feeling of happiness and love filled my heart. Yes. Happiness and love. I had saved my child from his utter violation by taking it upon myself. I felt a profound sense of strength in my soul, a warmth, a blessing, a feeling that has never since left me... a miraculous and liberating revelation that I was indeed a good and true Mother, that through love and sacrifice I could instinctively survive any hardship and prevail. The rapist clamped my head tightly between his powerful hands, and thrust his erupting cock deeply into my mouth, unloading spurt after spurt of cum onto the back of my throat. "Don't swallow!" he commanded between clenched teeth. "Don't swallow!" I felt such powerful relief and freedom, as his cum filled my mouth. I had defeated him. He held me there for a long time, until his cock ceased its pulsating ejaculations. Then he finally exhaled and hissed, "Ohhhhh yeeeaahh! Ohhhh yeeeaahhhh!" He held me there a while longer, breathing heavily as his cock began to soften, then finally, he pulled it out from between my lips. "Oh God, lady. You are great. That was fantastic... okay... just one last dare. Open your mouth... I wanna see that you still have it in there." I leaned my head back and showed him that I was still holding his thick semen in my mouth. I had obeyed that last request and not swallowed. It felt slippery, thick and very bitter on my tongue as I held it there, resisting the powerful urge to either swallow, vomit, or spit it out on the floor. He grinned. "I've just gotta see you kiss your daughter now." His large hand petted the side of my face, almost affectionately. "You do that, and I'll leave you in peace. You've earned it. You won the game." I looked at my sweet seven-year-old Emily. She had done so much already. She'd suckled my breast. She'd sucked on this man's cock. She'd even licked my clit, and helped the stranger put his cock inside me. And now I put my hand softly on the back of her neck and leaned closer to her, until our lips met. I wondered what it must taste like for her. I knew I still had traces of the mixed juices of my own lubrication and his semen on my lips, but more, I still had the copious mouthful of this stranger's cum. I swallowed just before opening my mouth to kiss her deeply. I knew she would be tasting the sharp, tangy flavor of his semen on my tongue as I licked her teeth and the inside of her lips. She kissed back, her little tongue meeting mine. If the taste of it bothered her at all, she didn't react. Instead she just kissed and kissed and kissed. I loved her more purely at that moment than I ever had before. She fell into my arms and I held her close, kissing her neck, hugging her to me. "I love you so much Emily... I love you more than anything in the world." The man watched us kneeling on the floor together, while he pulled his pants on and zipped them up. He left without another word. We'd never seen him before. And we never saw him again. End. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 24