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I Thought We Were Going Camping - 1
by Lancer (address withheld)

***

Pure rape core true to formula. 2 beautiful little 
girls are tricked into going camping with their family 
friend 'uncle' only to receive a brutal fucking. (M/gg, 
extreme-ped, nc, rp, 1st, v, no-sex)

***

PART 1

Elliot Strainer stroked his sweaty and chubby 
fingertips across his most prized possessions. Sweet 
little Ryanne, her emerald green eyes sparkling back at 
him, her beautiful rose tinted face had the slightest 
tan and her pink petal lips curled into the most 
adorable little smile with her tiny pearly white teeth 
gleaming in between. 
  
He next moved his hand across to her younger sister, 
Marti. She too was as precious as her sister. They had 
the same delicate look. A cute button nose, sleepy 
little eyes and that beautiful little pink mouth, 
everything came together perfectly. They had 
gracefulness comparable to that of the elves of fantasy 
and complete young beauty to match. 

Marti of course was about 2 inches shorter than her 
sister and with dark, almost black eyes instead of 
green. Both girls had glossy straight hair that was 
silken to the touch. Ryanne’s being a light brown hazel 
color which was left long, halfway down her back making 
her seem more grown up and sexier. Marti’s was a deep 
black but still shone in the sunlight and was shorter 
to just below shoulder length, giving her a perfect 
cute little girl look.

Both girls were embracing each other in the most joyous 
and playful sisterly manner with their soft cheeks 
touching each other and their exposed arms locked 
around each other in a hug, while they both looked 
forward with those butter melting smiles.

Elliot breathed in deeply and then exhaled with his 
head tilted upwards. He looked down at the photo once 
more of the 2 little girls that were driving him into 
insanity, brought it up to his lips and kissed each of 
the beaming little angels. He then carefully placed the 
photo back in its gold frame. 

He had many more photos of his 2 favorite girls. Some 
of the photos with the girls by themselves, others with 
their parents and baby siblings, some with different 
kinds of clothes (he loved the way they dressed up in 
their cute little colorful outfits, revealing summer 
kit which outdid their young age, or the cute little 
pink tracksuits they would be rugged up in during the 
cold of winter), there were also photos of them with 
Santa Claus and even quite a few photos of them with 
him! Each of those moments with the girls he recalled 
with great fondness. He knew they had a great day with 
him, but he had it even better enjoying the sight of 
their gorgeous and irresistible little bodies and pure 
innocence. 

He opened his locked safe and scrummaged around at the 
photos, he then picked up his other precious trophies, 
a neatly folded hot pink cotton panty with red love 
hearts dotted around it. He held it up and appreciated 
its tiny size, imagining again the figure Ryanne had to 
match it. He then inhaled the sweetly scent of little 
girl’s body. Next he carefully folded it back in the 
safe and took out another pair, this time Marti’s 
somewhat faded white cotton panty with little yellow 
ducks as the pattern. He again induced that faint aroma 
of her before replacing it neatly in the safe. He had 
obtained them at the perfect time of harvest, when the 
girls had worn them, but not yet soiled them and they 
had not been washed. 

Elliot was thinking about them hard now, pumping 
himself up for what may be the beginning of the 
greatest moment he would ever experience in his life. 
His freaky cock was raging rock hard in his pants as he 
dreamed of 7-year-old Ryanne and 6-year-old Marti. 
Those 2 adorable little virgin fuck muffins he could 
never get his mind off. He glanced down at the obscene 
bulge in his pants in wonderment at the pain, terror 
and destitution it could cause on the young female 
flesh. It was gonna be a good time, a great time! Could 
there be anything to top being in the presence of the 
most beautiful 6-year-old and 7-year-old baby cunts 
around for a pedo?

"Hey Elliot. Thanks for taking the girls. We appreciate 
it."

"No problem. The pleasure’s all mine, really. I think 
it will be a good experience for them. Make them grow 
up a bit faster."

"Uncle Elliot!" both girls echoed behind their father 
after stepping out of the car and brushed past him to 
hug Strainer around his waist, almost knocking him 
over. His legs felt pretty weak at the first sight of 
the two little teases. He found it amusing that they 
were so close to the part of his body that they would 
do anything to get away from later on. He had to step 
back a bit and ease them off. A protruding penis is one 
of the worst ways to greet your guests.

"Whoa, you’ve gotten strong. I hope my two favorite 
little princesses are ready for some fun. Did you bring 
everything I told you to?"

"Oh yes!" both girls released their hugs and held up 
their little carry bags to assure him they had packed 
everything for their camping adventure. 

"Good girls. You’re both so clever."

"Alright Elliot, I gotta take Halen to the match. It’s 
a shame he didn’t want to go camping as well. I dunno. 
Maybe he needs a break from his sisters or something. 
But he still has 2 younger ones at home to worry 
about." Both men laughed. "Thanks again for taking the 
girls." Their daddy then leant down and looked 
seriously at Ryanne and Marti, "Now you two behave 
yourselves. Do what uncle Elliot tells you and don’t 
cause any trouble, ok? And don’t get homesick, it’s 
only a weekend and you said you wanted to go camping 
with him over and over again, and now you’ve got it. So 
just have a good time and remember daddy loves you." 

He smiled at his daughters and ruffled their hair and 
engulfed them both in a big hug. They closed their eyes 
and hugged him back, both kissing him on his cheeks. 

"We love you too daddy. We’ll be good, we promise. 
There ain’t gonna be any trouble from us." Ryanne being 
the oldest at a whole 7 years old spoke. Marti was 
feeling a little sad kissing her daddy goodbye, and it 
also reminded her of saying goodbye to her mommy at 
home before they left. She could tell her mommy was 
close to tears and so was she. Ryanne could sense her 
little sister becoming distraught. She quickly held her 
hand while they still hugged their father then looked 
at little Marti. "Don’t worry Marti. I’ll look after 
you. Daddy says not to get homesick. We’ll have heaps 
of fun. Remember how much you wanted to go before?" 
Marti slowly nodded her head. 

"Ok it’s settled! You’re gonna have a great time with 
uncle Elliot and mommy and me are gonna see you soon. 
You’re gonna have so much fun that you’ll forget all 
about us." Daddy stood up and shook Elliot’s hand, 
"Again, thanks for doing this for the girls. We’ll be 
off now." 

The 2 girls watched their daddy get into the car after 
walking the long driveway back. They saw their 5yo 
brother Halen waving from the back seat. They smiled at 
him and waved back cutely. As their father and brother 
drove off, it suddenly hit them that they were going to 
be away from their family for the first time. Both 
girls felt a feeling of wariness overcome their little 
bodies at the notion of loneliness as well as the 
excitement that was to come, or perhaps it was because 
unknown to them, ‘Uncle’ Elliot stood high above them 
gleaming perversely down at the 2 vulnerable little 
angel sluts that were finally his.

Strainer had known the girls’ father for a few years. 
They had been in business together previously, with a 
great deal of success. And when you can trust a guy 
with your career and money, well you should be able to 
trust him with just about anything. Since then Strainer 
had weaved himself almost into their family life, of 
course gaining the title of ‘uncle.’ Whenever he heard 
one of the kids call him that, even the little boy 
Halen, he got a hard on. The sweet little voices cooing 
for him in adoration was just a fix he had to have 
every so often.

He had been part of the girls’ young lives since before 
their little pea brains could remember. They had always 
been some of the prettiest creatures he had ever seen. 
His mind was always ticking with inhuman thoughts about 
them. Who could have guessed he was thinking of fucking 
them, fucking little girls that called him uncle and 
adored him and would become broken by a fucking. 

Even during business with their father or anytime he 
was with the family as ‘the nicest guy on earth,’ he 
was thinking it. He had gained the girls’ love and 
affection by always buying them something whenever he 
saw them. When they were with him, there were no rules. 
They were temporarily free from the confines and 
discipline of their parents that kept them from being 
rich spoilt brats. So naturally for gullible little 
sluts, it was like Christmas each time they saw him.

After years of specialized grooming, it was going to 
pay very handsomely. Under the pretense of a weekend in 
the woods camping – the great outdoors that would be 
such a great experience for the young girls, he would 
have his cake and eat it so to speak. He had a second 
property and house on the outskirts of the city which 
he had kept secret to everyone, far from the campsite 
wilderness that he had claimed. So just about 
everything was set up for the weekend party, which 
would probably last a bit longer than one weekend.

They were 2 good, obedient little girls though. Instead 
of wearing rugged camping gear that would cover their 
succulent little bodies up, he told them to wear 
something light, comfortable and airy. As soon as they 
stepped out of the car and ran towards him he was very 
pleased with their look and attire. They just looked so 
sexy and what was even better was that they didn’t even 
have a clue!

Little 7-year-old Ryanne was stunning with her long 
chestnut hair let loose and flowing. She was dressed in 
a sky blue ‘Hello Kitty’ cut-off t-shirt that just 
revealed the slightest of her drum tight tummy, from 
her skirt to just below her belly button. "Young sluts 
these days," Strainer smirked in his mind. She was also 
wearing a pair of pretty little fake diamond earrings 
that speckled in the sunlight and a pink little girl’s 
Swatch watch as well as thin jade bracelet on her right 
wrist. Her soft pink cotton skirt came to just above 
her knees, revealing plenty of her slender, baby tanned 
legs. She was wearing anklet socks and cute little 
Adidas runners to top it off.

Marti was looking less tempting in her more modest 
dress, but her cute 6-year-old appearance made her no 
less sexy than her sister! Her little girl’s dress was 
a stylish sleeveless piece that was white and patterned 
intricately with pink and red roses. It too ended just 
above her knees. The dress was perfectly suited to her 
perfect delicate body as not being constrictingly 
tight, it comfortably hugged against her smooth body 
giving any one who wanted to look an ideal picture of 
young girlhood. 

Being somewhat less mature as well as younger than 
Ryanne she hadn’t gone into getting her ears pierced or 
wearing any jewellery as of yet. The 1st grader was 
more of a grounded ‘mommy’s girl’ and was more 
complacent in allowing her parents to dress her 
modestly. Her attire was finished off with white 
leather sandals showing her cute little feet. 

Both girls were angelic looking baby dolls that would 
melt even the hardest of men, or make them even harder. 
Both looked almost alike with the noted above 
exceptions. Although a par from being identical twins 
they both had that silky smooth and lightly tanned skin 
complexion with a touch of rose tint in their cheeks. 
Ryanne stood at 4ft while Marti was 3ft 10". Strainer 
had studied the girls extensively and knew how truly 
innocent they were. They didn’t have much of a 
rebellious streak and were both popular girls with 
other kids without trying. Ryanne was very bright, 
perhaps a year ahead of her class. 

She was also very curious and sociable, even with 
adults. She felt she had a great responsibility to look 
out and protect her younger sisters and brother which 
gave her an air of maturity that she didn’t really 
have, although would try and act like it. They both 
loved their parents so much that they would try and 
stay as good girls to keep them happy. They had heard 
things about this ‘sex’ thing a lot, but wanting to 
stay out of trouble didn’t investigate further. She and 
Marti were also as close as sisters could get, they 
were inseparable, which was one of the most delightful 
things about the 2 little girls. 

The preteens kept waving until the car was clearly out 
of sight. "Alright, Ryanne, Marti, do you two want 
anything to eat or drink before we go? We can go and 
get a pizza now." Elliot began grooming as he grasped 
the girls close to him and led them inside the house.

"Oh no thanks Uncle Elliot we just had lunch." Ryanne 
replied politely.

"You sure? Growing girls need their energy."

"We’re full thanks." Uncle Elliot is always so generous 
she thought.

"Ok then, how about I show you your presents now I 
bought you for the trip." He said triumphantly. Both 
girls’ faces lit up in wide open smiles. Bringing them 
into the lounge room he pulled out two boxes and gave 
one each to the girls. They examined each face of the 
box and were instantly impressed by the flashy 
packaging. It was a cool looking glow lantern for each 
of them, not one of those toy ones for little kids but 
a real powerful one for camping.

"Wow! Thanks Uncle Elliot!" they both echoed then 
hugged him again.

"Ok, just make sure you put it to good use this 
weekend." He laughed, "Now girls we have to get going 
real soon if we want to pitch camp before it’s too late 
so you can go to the toilet now or have a drink and 
then we’ll leave." Strainer at least this time gave 
them their dignity in going to the toilet in private 
before mock double-checking everything he needed for 
the voyage. 

He loaded both of them into the Mercedes SUV, quite 
amused and aroused at their playful attitudes and the 
small talk going on between themselves. It was a good 
feeling as he ‘helped’ them up into the high ground 
clearance vehicle by holding and pushing on their 
bottoms and exposed thighs. It was also a bonus too 
that their little dresses rode up to reveal the sight 
of sheer fresh flesh and colorful cotton panties. 

He couldn’t believe how they felt, skin so soft and 
cool and bodies so fragile. For real, he was struggling 
to contain the urge to just pin the little bitches down 
on the car seats now and rape the fuck out of them and 
blow away his plan that was ready to rock. It was 
actually a relief when he had them strapped into the 
backseats. He had to look away while setting them up, 
the temptation was just too much. By the time he had 
himself ready in the driver’s side he was sweating and 
needed a moment to compose himself.

"Is something wrong Uncle El?" that sweet little 
pixie’s voice whispered with concern behind him, 
snapping him back to the moment.

"Ah, nah, nah sweetie, we’re ready to go now." With a 
deep breath and a beaming grin he started the ignition.

He drove out of the city. Not talking to the girls, but 
concentrating on the road. He didn’t want to die before 
he went to heaven. After blabbering on like little 
girls do, they gradually became less talkative, 
slipping into drowsiness. Both girls occasionally shook 
their heads to stay awake. They didn’t want to seem 
like little sleeping babies in front of Uncle Elliot. 
They couldn’t fight the slow hypnotizing rhythms of the 
road travel and eventually had their heads drooped to 
the side against each other on the middle seat. 
Strainer looked back at them in his mirror. He began 
fantasizing of many ways that would keep them wide 
awake for good. A wicked smirk stretched across his 
broad, stubble crossed face. The two little sweeties 
with their completely relaxed bodies looked like dolls 
crafted by a master craftsmen. Their little silent 
breaths the only movements they made, around their 
moist little mouths were forming small pools of dribble 
that made their pale lips gloss and shine, just 
beckoning for a milk-cock. 

Strainer drove straight out of the city for 2 hours and 
then back, except entering from a different direction. 
The little baby cunts would think that they had gone 4 
hours to Uncle Elliot’s ‘special secret camping spot’ 
but had really only gone across to the fringes of the 
city to Uncle Elliot’s ‘special secret property to rape 
Ryanne and Marti.’ 

If the girls woke up anytime during the drive, they 
would still be unfamiliar with their surroundings, even 
when they got close to the city both girls would only 
see a sparse rural looking property, but with a 
somewhat modern house. Even with that little smart ass 
Ryanne’s wit and observational talents she wouldn’t be 
able to recognize where she was. They were such 
trouble-free darlings however that they were both fast 
asleep when Strainer victoriously drove the booty wagon 
in front of the house. 

It was quite a contraposition, a small white house, 
isolated in the middle of an endless field with a dirt 
track leading from the highway. The house was compact 
but modern. He built it so that if he was going to have 
his best time there he might as well make it 
comfortable.

The Merc braked hard in a bowl of dust. The long drive 
had made Strainer a little slow. But now that he was 
finally at home base, his nerves began tingling him 
back to life, especially his cock which was fruitfully 
anticipating things to come. In realization of his 
success he grabbed the steering wheel and began shaking 
while breaking out in hysterical laughter. Catching 
hold of his senses he spun around immediately to 
observe his prizes. Obviously he had gotten careless in 
that moment and had even forgotten about the girls 
while letting of steam as they were awoken by his 
antics.

Marti woke first, still drowsy and almost forgetting 
where she was, she rubbed her eyes and looked side to 
side, still in a daze with her pert mouth in a little 
frown. She yawned and stretched her legs and arms out 
before blinking a few times and finally coming to her 
senses. "Good morning sweetie. Did you have a good 
sleep? We’re here now. Wakey wakey little baby." Elliot 
gloated over her. 

Marti giggled at him and nodded, she realized her 
dribble had lined from her mouth to her chest and her 
lovely black hair was strung loosely around her face. 
In embarrassment she turned to look out the window at 
her new surroundings. It wasn’t the running stream and 
dense woodland full of scampering squirrels that she 
expected, just a plain white house and a dry field 
which seemed to go on forever. 

Next to her, Ryanne was still stirring. Not wanting to 
wake up, in a half sleepy state. Her body moving a 
little but her mind still in dreamland with the fluffy 
bunnies. "Marti baby, could you wake up Ryanne for me 
please. And do it gently now." 

Marti moved over to her older sister and tapped her 
gently on her right shoulder. "Ryanne, Ryanne. We’re 
here now. Wake up." She shook her a bit harder now, 
"Come on, we’re here. Uncle Elliot’s waiting."

"Uh?" Ryanne opened her enchanting emerald eyes with a 
start. "Oh..." In embarrassment she smiled at Elliot 
and Marti who were both staring at her.

"Alright girls, up and ready. Lets load everything 
inside now. It’s getting dark but we still have a long 
night ahead of us." The girls sluggishly moved out of 
the car, again it was all his pleasure to carry them 
down one by one. He held them close to his body, 
marveling in their touch and delicacy before 
reluctantly placing them down at the boot of the Merc. 
Both girls dragged their baby luggage tiredly to the 
front steps of the solid little house. 

"Is this it?" Ryanne quizzed, glancing over the 
civilized monument with a little disappointment.

"Yes sweetie pie. The fun starts here." Strainer 
sneered.

"I thought we were going camping and stuff, with tents 
and stuff."

"We will sweet cheeks. This is just our safety base 
with all our supplies in case anything bad happens. 
We’ll go out with the tents and everything late 
tonight. That’s what real camping is about. The best is 
at nighttime."

"Oh ok. Where are we going to camp out? And what time 
are we going?"

"Wow you are keen! My little-know-it-all just has to 
know everything doesn’t she?" Ryanne smiled back 
cheekily at Elliot’s affectionate comment. "Well, way 
over there," he pointed to the far, blurry horizon "is 
a forest that’s as wild as they come. It’s quite a hard 
place, especially for little girls like you but I’m 
sure you’ll be able to do it. I don’t think any other 
kids have been able to survive camping there but I 
think you’ll both do it easy." Yeah, keep on grooming, 
he thought to himself. "And I guess we’ll head out at 
about 2 o’clock."

Strainer’s complements on the two girls already being 
able to handle the dangerous wilderness boosted their 
little egos, especially Ryanne’s, enough as to knock 
down their natural guards a notch. "2 o’clock?! Did you 
mean at night?"

"Yeah of course Rye, it’s already five-thirty and we 
can’t wait until tomorrow. We have to get everything 
ready and leave then because I said late night camping 
is the best way. You two girls are almost grown ups 
now, you should be able to camp like grown ups." Both 
preteens looked at each other in wide-eyed awe and 
smiles of disbelief. They had never been up later than 
9. Even when they threw their baby tantrums to stay up 
it never succeeded on the argument ‘But you (mom and 
dad) stay up late!’ They were very happy. Uncle Elliot 
was treating them like the mature girls that they 
thought they were, believing they could handle the 
adult camping grounds and stay up until 2! 

"What’s so funny girls?" he knew what was funny. 

Both of them were giggling hysterically now. "Hehehehe. 
N...nothing... Hehe." Marti was trying to hold her 
mouth while looking up at him with those gorgeous 
little burnt copper eyes. 

"Yeah, I hope you’re still looking that fucking cute 
when you’re sucking on my cock head you little slut!" 
he thought, while returning a smile back to them. "It’s 
no laughing matter girls. I treat you like grown ups 
because I think you girls are both ready and deserve to 
be treated that way because you both behave very 
maturely."

Being ushered inside, the girls were impressed by the 
resort-looking home. It had a clean living room which 
was the centre of the house with 3 new sofas, new TV 
and every other comfort. Beyond that at the back, it 
divided into a kitchen and 2 bedrooms next to each 
other. The relatively large bathroom was also connected 
to the living room on the right side. The white floor 
tiles and smooth wall and ceiling paint accentuated its 
modernistic features. "So whaddya think girls? I hope 
it’s good enough for princesses." Strainer gleefully 
closed the door behind them. He allowed the littlies 
their time to just stand at the entrance and look 
around.

"Do you own this place?" Ryanne asked in wonderment.

"Sure do honey. EVERYTHING in here I own now." He just 
couldn’t help himself saying that. 

"Alright, now it’s time we got dinner set and you girls 
all prepped up for when we leave late at night. That 
room is yours," he pointed to the one on the far side 
"so you can put all of your things in there. Also 
there’s only one single bed so you’ll have to sleep 
together, or if you don’t want to one of you can sleep 
with me," he smirked. Both prepubescent sweeties smiled 
back at him, thinking he was being sarcastic. Although 
they’d hate to admit it, they were fine sleeping 
together as they often did anyway if they wanted to 
talk, or one was sad. "That’s fine? No one wants to 
sleep with Uncle Elliot?" they giggled and shook their 
heads shyly. "I’ll go and get dinner ready. You muffins 
would be hungry by now. You can go in your room and 
unpack, get comfortable or whatever."

"What are we doing after dinner until 2 o’clock?" 
Ryanne questioned in a grown-up manner. 

Elliot smirked, "I’m sure we’ll find something fun to 
do baby." And with that he directed them to their new 
dwelling space and then went to the kitchen to prepare 
dinner.

"Marti! Ryanne! Come on it’s dinner time!" Strainer 
laughed "You’ve seen that heaps of times, you know what 
happens! You can finish watching it after dinner."

"Huh? Ok Uncle Elliot." The 2 little cherubs were 
transfixed on watching The Little Mermaid again, at the 
part where the King blows up all of her human objects 
with that fucking awesome trident and makes his slut 
daughter cry. They were just glued to it until the end 
of that scene. You know how little babies and Disney 
shit go. They were also visibly a little scared by all 
of the blasting. They turned it off when Ariel the toon 
merslut was left sobbing on the sea floor, and they 
slowly got up and trotted over to the kitchen table. 

Three sets of plates and cutlery were laid out next to 
each other on the reasonably sized translucent plastic 
topped table, a square that could seat 2 on each side. 
The tots took their seats next to each other with 
Elliot then having the adjacent side. Having had table 
manners drilled into them and now having to use them as 
they were guests at somebody else’s place, the two 
little dolls sat silently at the table, making sure to 
straighten their postures, toss their flowing hair back 
and ensure that their hands were neatly placed on their 
thighs while Strainer’s back was turned at the stove. 
But he could see them in the glass reflection, he 
smiled and hardened as he thought they were getting 
‘all pretty’ for him. 

They hadn’t eaten since lunch time and could really 
smell the cooking which was making them salivate, 
although they weren’t really sure what it was. 
"Alrighty. I’ve got that all done." He turned to face 
them as they were sitting down with perfect manners 
smiling at him "Girls, have you washed your hands yet?" 

"Umm...no, not yet." Ryanne admitted embarrassedly.

"Go on then. And come back quickly." They both rushed 
to the bathroom. All of that posturing for nothing and 
they had to have clean little hands to handle Uncle 
Elliot’s cock.

Less than a minute later they came running back again, 
but this time Elliot was seated and waiting for them. 
As they climbed into their chairs he just sat there, 
leaning over the table, leering at them and grinning. 
It was a strange look, one they hadn’t seen before, all 
they could do was grin back. Again they sat as 
perfectly as they could without making it too obvious. 
Strainer was still leaning over the table giving them 
that strange look and that weird grin, it was kind of 
creepy. What was he waiting for? They’d just gone and 
washed their hands, and neither could think of anything 
they had done wrong. "Now girls, before I serve dinner 
I’d like to have a talk to you about something very 
important," he was still leering at them.

Both girls nodded sternly "Ok."

"Wow... You two sweetie pies are just gorgeous, 
gorgeous..." he shook his head with that grin, like in 
disbelief. "You’re both just downright hot." Why was he 
talking about this? They were both blushing pink now, 
their rose tints were blooming and they were 
uncomfortably squirming in their seats. No one had ever 
called them hot before, they thought it was a naughty 
‘sex’ word that only adults used. Of course they had 
attracted the attention of plenty of little horny 
fuckers at school, but they had only heard the notion 
of ‘he likes you...’

Strainer relaxed his freak clown expression a little, 
dropping the smile. "On this trip I said I’d treat you 
like grown-ups." They both nodded slowly. "And you see, 
if you want to be treated like an adult, you have to 
behave like an adult," again both of them nodded at the 
sermon. "You see, to really be an adult and grow up in 
this world and be respected, you have to have sex." He 
said it very matter-of-factly. Both innocent blossoms 
squirmed in their seats. "Both of you are very 
beautiful girls. Do any of you like any boys and 
school? Come on you can tell me. I’m sure all the boys 
would like to have you as a girlfriend," Strainer’s 
playful expression returned. 

The blossoms shook their head in giggles, either not 
wanting to reveal their crushes or not as yet showing 
interest in any of their male playmates. "How about 
Halen? He’s a very cute boy. You ever play doctor with 
him? Do you take your clothes off and he takes his 
clothes off and you play around? Any of you ever kissed 
him?" Strainer let out a dry, menacing laugh as he 
spoke. The girls were now very embarrassed at his 
insinuations about their little brother, which were in 
part, true.

He reached out and held each of the girls’ hands. They 
were very cautious now and he could feel them recoil at 
his touch. Their soft, smooth hands were so small 
compared to his massive calloused paws. They both had 
nice, long and delicate fingers and nails. "Tonight I 
am going to teach you about sex so that you can be full 
adults. No more bedtimes, no more being told what to 
do, you can do whatever you want and get whatever you 
want." His cock was hardening like molten lava in the 
open air at his own bullshit speech. He began stroking 
their little hands and looked both of them deeply in 
the eyes. "Before we eat anything, we have to get 
through the first lesson." 

Ryanne and Marti were now very unsure. Even though this 
was Uncle Elliot, one of the closest people in their 
lives, they felt it was something that only their mommy 
and daddy should talk to them about, although they were 
too shy and polite to tell him how uncomfortable they 
were feeling. "First of all, I’d like you two to look 
at each other and kiss." He knew what their reaction 
would be like so he said it laughingly.

"What?!" both sweeties thought he was joking. They 
looked at each other and burst into laughter, wrinkling 
their dainty little noses. "Hehehehe. No way!" 

The fun was over now. No more baby bullshit. 

Strainer’s expression suddenly turned cold, solid, like 
a predator. "Now ladies, I’m not joking. Look at each 
other and then kiss." The girls stopped their giggles 
immediately in reprimand. He had never spoken to them 
in that tone before. It was the way their father spoke 
when they had done something wrong, only 10 times 
worse. The sweeties looked at each other worriedly, 
reading each other’s concerns and then back at Elliot 
with timorous expressions. "H...how come we have to do 
that?" Ryanne quivered. She was very clever for a 7-
year-old and was aware of the sexual connotations of 
kissing which she really didn’t want just yet, and 
wondered why on earth he would want them to kiss. It 
also felt very uncomfortable to be told by someone not 
in the immediate family to go and kiss her sister. But 
it was more the way he said it that made her think 
there was something sinister behind it. Uncle Elliot 
had never been stern with them before, and like little 
girls are, the more you push them to do something the 
more they back away.

"Ryanne," he paused, "I’m not going to ask again. Now, 
I’ve been very patient with you two brats all day. And 
if you don’t do what I say, there’s gonna be a shitload 
of trouble." Strainer wasn’t playing around now. He 
called them brats and he swore! Both words almost made 
them jump in shock. Marti’s pretty little face bawled 
up before the waterworks came. She could have held it 
back, but having been spoken to like that is a lot for 
a 6-year-old to take out of nowhere. She decided to let 
it all out and cry, thinking that it wouldn’t make 
Uncle Elliot mad at them anymore and they wouldn’t have 
to kiss. That was a mistake.

SMASH! He slammed his large furry hand down on the 
table and squeezed her tiny hand hard. "Look here 
Marti! I’m not gonna put up with fucking cry babies 
until you’ve done what you have to! Now you stop crying 
right now or I’ll throw you out all alone where you’ll 
be kidnapped! I mean it! You think I’m joking?!" He 
pulled the little girl out of her seat and led her to 
the front door. "Huh?! Huh?! Fucking little cry baby!"

"I’ll st...stop! ‘sob’ ‘sob’ I’ll 
st...st...stoo‘sob’p." Marti was trying her very best 
to shutup now. She was coughing and hiccupping to stop 
the crying, and desperately wiping away her baby tears 
and snot from her face with her free arm. 

Ryanne was up as well and just about ready to cry 
"P...please Uncle Elliot. Let her go. Don’t leave her 
outside. We’re s...sooorrry ‘sob’ ‘sob.’ She ran after 
them and tugged his shirt desperately. He looked down 
at Marti who was seemingly getting under control now, 
just spluttering up the last tears and trying to wipe 
them away. God that made him so horny, watching that 
sexy little baby cunt so desperate and scared. His 
boner was now raging out of his pants but the girls 
were too distraught to notice.

"Alright, that’s better." He dragged her back to the 
table and sat them both down. "Now do what I said!" 
Without another thought they both turned to each other, 
closed their eyes, formed kissy lips and inched forward 
and gave each other a quick peck before breaking away 
quickly. "Not good enough. Keep your eyes open and kiss 
longer." Both girls looked at each other again. Marti’s 
face was a wet, sloppy, miserable mess. 

Ryanne’s wasn’t too far off either. They both struggled 
to keep their sad little eyes open as they moved in 
again with their delicate lips peaked. When they 
touched they just held it on the very edges of their 
skin, visibly trying to pull away. Their dazzling eyes 
wandered away from each other, around the kitchen, then 
to Uncle Elliot, if only for a second before fearfully 
returning back. It pained both of them to see the other 
so frightened. "What the fuck’s that?!" The preteens 
jumped at the instantaneous boom. 

Strainer arose and walked behind to the side of the 
girls. "Mmmhhpppffff!" He grabbed behind both of their 
heads and pushed them closer together. Mashing their 
conjoined lips together further. He could feel it. They 
were both scared as sluts about to be raped. The 
preteens cried and were shuddering as he held them 
together. 

"Keep those little vixen eyes open!" they flashed their 
eyes as wide as they could in a panic. "Now my gorgeous 
little veal calves. The real way to kiss sexy is you 
have to open you mouths and put your tongue in your 
sister’s mouth." The cuties stopped any movement 
momentarily and looked into each other’s eyes in alarm. 

They both thought along the lines of "That’s 
disgusting! Yuck! I don’t want to put my tongue in her 
mouth with all the spit and yuck and stuff and all!"

Strainer gave their heads a squeeze. "Come on then!" 
Reluctantly they opened their pert mouths slightly with 
their lips still locked together and poked the tips of 
their delightful little tongues into the other’s moist 
mouth and then they began whimpering, their crystalline 
tears now flooding their baby faces. 

"Put your tongues deeper inside!" It was a picture 
perfect scene as he held the 2 sexy little tots 
together in an unnatural embrace. Their little bodies 
were straining away from each other unthinkingly and 
their beautiful little faces were contorted into 
visions of misery with their shiny faces awash with 
tears and baby snot. He could see their little tongues 
through their cheeks, struggling in instinctive disgust 
to intrude deeper into the other’s mouth. Spit and 
dribble were now running down the sides of their mouths 
and chin. "Good baby cunts. Gooood. Now stop kissing 
but stick your tongues out and lick each other’s 
tongue." 

He relieved the pressure and allowed them to move their 
heads back to stop kissing. They kept their tongues out 
however and soon there was a good 2" between their 
pretty faces as they did a miniature tongue tango with 
their little pink pleasure-givers. "Look into each 
other’s eyes and twirl your tongues around. Yeah... 
that’s it baby. That’s it. Very sexy." He observed 
their torment and shame like that for another minute, 
all the while rocking back and forth himself. His 
pumping, painful erection was killing him. The only 
relief was having it rub a little against his trousers. 
The girls had noticed his strange motions and glanced 
quickly at him, now noticing the obscene bulge in his 
pants which they almost couldn’t believe. 

When released, the adorable preteens broke away from 
each other faster than Road Runner, and hid their faces 
in their crossed arms while slumping over the table in 
opposite directions. They had clearly had enough of 
each other’s close company. In a sulk they closed their 
eyes and wished they were at home in bed and they were 
also sniffling and crying and rubbing against their 
upper arms, trying to get the gunk away from their 
mouths. Strainer put a hand on each of their arched 
backs and stroked them. "Uuuhhhhrrrr!!!" they both 
whined grousely and jerked away from his touch to let 
him know their feelings. 

"Girls...That was so hot and sexy...I had to test you 
to see if you were grown ups yet...My god you passed 
the test alright...You’re both ready to become 
adults..." He spoke softly now, almost back to his 
familiar old tone. But his voice was slow and hoarse, 
like he had difficulty breathing. "I had to test if you 
were ready to go camping. I’m sorry I had to be so 
rough." 

Ryanne gave a last sniffel before raising her tear 
stained face up and turned her neck around to Elliot, 
then wiping her face once more with her damp sleeve. 
"U...uncle Ewiot... W...why did you have to be so 
m...mean for?" Ryanne asked with a frown.

"You don’t have to worry about that baby. Adults don’t 
worry about who’s being mean. Now it’s time for the 
final challenge," he replied in a mock soothing tone. 
"Now that you’re both big girls now, I have to rape one 
of you," he said with an evil tone and smirk, while 
gliding his consuming hands to Marti’s right sleeveless 
shoulder and the other down Ryanne’s lower back where 
as she leant over, much more delicately tanned flesh 
was exposed by her blue Hello Kitty cutoff T.

Both of them gasped at the sudden touch of his rough 
hands on their bare, sensitive skin, as well as the 
understanding that he was going to ‘rape’ one of them. 
After what he made them do before it couldn’t be good. 
"So, do you bumpkins know what rape is?" he asked in 
smug satisfaction. They both had heard the word plenty 
of times on the news on TV and knew it was a very bad 
thing. 

"I...it’s when you hit somebody with a rake... I don’t 
want you to do that to me Uncle Elliot... Please... I 
don’t want to be a gr...grown up anymore..." Ryanne was 
very scared.

Strainer cracked up in an evil bellow at her answer. 
The girls obviously didn’t find it as funny as he did 
as he shook them hard as he keeled over in roaring 
laughter. "HAHAHAHA!.... No sweetie. Rape is when you 
have sex with somebody when they don’t want to." He was 
pleasantly amused at their reactions.

Both of them gasped again in strained little squeaks. 
He was going to have sex with one of them! "We...We 
don’t want to have sex Uncle Elliot! We’re too young! 
I...I don’t want to be a grown up anymore... I want to 
‘sob’ go home!" Ryanne blurted out in a panic before 
crying like a baby again. Marti quickly followed suit. 

"No one’s going home baby!" he began pinching their 
exposed flesh. "I’m going to fuck one of you right now! 
I don’t care which cunt I break as long as I have your 
sweet preteen virgin pussies now!" He grabbed the back 
of their clothes and held them up, gleering at both 
crying little girls. "Which one’s it gonna be?! Who’s 
gonna be my little slut first?!" The 2 of them wriggled 
their bodies in terror, trying to escape the grip of 
the madman. 

"Stop it Uncle Elwiot! P...’sniff’ Pleeeease! My daddy 
and mommy don’t want me to have s...sex! W...why do you 
want to have s...sex with us?" Rye sobbed pathetically, 
unable to comprehend why her beloved Uncle Elliot would 
want to defile her.

"Because you’re the sexiest, hottest little bitches 
I’ve seen! You little fucking cock teases! Think you 
can get any man horny when you walk past him all the 
time huh?! Without actually doing the deed?! I’m going 
to teach you...! It’s time you give your tight, sexy 
lil’ girls’ bodies up for mankind!" He shook them 
again, "I’ll let you pick who gets fucked first. How’s 
that?"

"I want to go home!" the helpless 6-year-old Marti 
cried, the little lamb just couldn’t take it. "Pleeease 
let us go... ‘sob’ ‘sob’ I haven’t been a bad g...’sob’ 
girl..."

"Alright my sweet little Marti-ni... I think you’ve 
just volunteered yourself. You’re gonna have a great 
time having sex with your Uncle Elliot, and when I’m 
done fucking you, your daddy and momma won’t want you 
anymore because you’ve been a bad girl that’s had sex 
and that nobody wants..." he said it with an 
uncompassionate, sleazy emphasis, mocking the 6-year-
old child’s sad and helpless predicament. She opened 
her little swallow’s mouth and her dark eyes wide and 
shook her head, trying to retract what she said and 
apologize, but she was just too terrified to speak. 

"That’s it my sugar bun..." He dived in and attacked 
her vulnerable open mouth, blanketing her face with his 
and engulfing her moist young mouth with his revolting 
purple tongue, the size of half her face!

"Mmmmppphhhfffff...!" she was in true shock horror at 
this vile attack on her innocence by such a powerful 
man. She could feel his aggression on her as he 
consumed her mouth and face. Her sensitive soft skin 
was being scraped by his unkempt whiskers and his arm 
was now squeezing right around her slim body, causing 
her real physical discomfort, however the worse part 
was that he was kissing her the way he made her kiss 
her sister!

Ryanne watched on in horror and the incredible amount 
of guilt that a 7-year-old baby cunt easily develops. 
Her little sister Marti, her real best friend, the one 
she had always protected and looked after since they 
were nipple suckers, was bearing the brunt of the 
vicious assault by a man they both loved deeply. She 
was the one that convinced Marti to come along with 
her, even though she didn’t really want to, and now 
because her little sister had trusted her to go with 
her she was now paying the price. 

"Stop it Uncle El! Leave her alone. Pleeease! She 
didn’t mean to say that! We’re sorry! WE’RE SORRY!!!" 
she screamed out in a shrill, forsaken squeak as she 
tried to grab for Marti, but unfortunately was held far 
apart by Strainer’s other arm. "U...unc..cle... stop 
kissing her...Y...you’re hurting her...STOP IT...!" But 
he took no notice. The beautiful 7-year-old collapsed 
and cried against his hairy arm in resignation.

Marti’s little mind was running round in a panic. He 
shouldn’t be kissing me like this, he’s so much older 
and he’s ‘Uncle.’ His disgustingly big tongue in her 
mouth and all of his spit spewing around made the 
little angel squeamish, she felt like she was drowning 
as he sucked on her face like an animal. Drool was 
running down her doughy cheeks as she tried not to 
swallow any of his saliva but push it out with her own 
little pink tongue. 

Her flailing attempts to get him out by pressing her 
tongue against his only heightened his animalistic 
arousal. After enjoying the struggling child for a few 
more moments he ended the kiss-of-rape and gave her a 
perverse, sloppy lick along her upper lip and to her 
left cheek while grinning in satisfaction. Marti was 
shivering now, her eyes were blank and it seemed their 
normally captivating dark tint had slipped into a 
shining gray before she squeezed her eyes shut and 
began wailing. 

Strainer still had hold of her when he heard some 
dribbling drum beats. He knew what it was. Dam! Could 
this slut get any sexier? He looked down expectantly as 
he saw the pool of lemon-tang liquid splashing over his 
chair and table in a weak trickle. He traced the line 
of baby piss upwards to her perfect little dangling 
feet and ankles, and up to her tanned and shapely legs 
which were paralyzed still and spread wide because of 
her embarrassment. The lower seams of her pretty white 
dress were now dark and damp with a piss puddle. Her 
lower body and legs were dazzling, shining with her own 
piss as if she were at a pool for a photo shoot. 

"Shhhh baby..." He mocked. "How about I make it all 
better now, you just lie down on the table here," he 
put Ryanne down with his other arm and cradled Marti 
face up on the table, "and now we can have sex baby. 
You’ll never forget this for the rest of your life. You 
have given yourself to me baby doll..." he began 
reaching for the buttons underneath her to undo her 
dress, then began peeling it off from the top while she 
weakly tried to push his ravenous hands away. She did 
it so pathetically it was more like letting him know 
she didn’t want him to, rather than real resistance. 
She turned her head to the left side, not wanting to 
face him and she cried further.

"U...unc ‘sob’ cle...S ...‘sniff’ ‘sob’ sto...p. P...p 
‘sob’ plee...heeaase ‘sniff’ ‘sob.’ I...I’m 
s...s...s...so..horry..." she thought he was molesting 
her because she ‘wet’ all of his furniture. 

"No Uncle Elliot! Stop hurting her! I’m s...sorry ‘sob’ 
M...Marti... Pleeease Uncle Elliot... You can have sex 
with me inste...stead... Pleeease leave her alone..." 
Ryanne was blabbering through tears as she crawled 
across the table to the scene and softly tried to pull 
his furry tree trunk arms away from her baby sister.

Strainer looked down at the delicious meal served in 
front of him on the table. 2 little girls he had been 
obsessed about for years were now at his mercy. Now he 
had a sobbing, beauteous 7-year-old girl crawling and 
tugging at him, looking at him with glistening green 
eyes in submission, now just begging him for sex. He 
let go of Marti’s dress, much to her relief and pat 
Ryanne on the head. 

He sighed, "Alright sweetie. You know, I’ve wanted to 
rape you for years and now you’re just giving yourself 
to me. Better than all those shitty little craft pieces 
you give me for my birthday." He turned to Marti, 
"You’re a lucky girl to have a big sister like that. 
Too bad she’s a slut!" he sneered. They didn’t know 
what it meant, but it sounded like a very bad and 
hurtful swear word. Why was he being so mean to them?

In realization of her sacrifice Marti turned to look at 
Ryanne who was now shielding her from Elliot. She 
suddenly felt like getting up and held her sister’s 
hand, "Ryanne... ‘sob’..." 

"It’s ok Marti. I’m sorry..."

"Aww...ain’t that sweet. I’m sorry Marti baby but 
there’s been a change of plan, it seems we all want it 
to work out that I get to rape Ryanne now is that 
right?" 

Marti in a glimmer of courage from holding her sister 
said "N...no. Why are you hurting us Uncle Elliot? We 
l...love you. You don’t have to rape any of us. We 
suppose to go c...camping... Will you let us go home? 
We promise we won’t tell daddy or mommy if you don’t 
want us to..." the girls rested their final appeal by 
embracing each other for comfort and protection. They 
looked just like in his favorite photo, except their 
dazzling smiling faces were replaced by shiny tear 
stained expressions of terror and Marti’s ripped 
collar.

Strainer reached his hand out slowly, and brushed 
Ryanne’s fluent hair away from her face which had stuck 
from her moist tears. He then stroked her face before 
sliding his had down to her neck and rubbed it. "Lets 
not waste anymore time Rye-baby," he whispered 
menacingly. He forced his hand in between the two 
sisters and separated them, pushing Ryanne’s small 4ft 
body down into a laying position. Marti was reluctant 
to let go of her beloved savior as Ryanne was lowered 
to her doom. 

When Marti finally let go, she hung her head in her 
hands in shame. "Ah ah ah ah..." Strainer pulled her 
hands away from her face roughly and waved his finger 
at the poor girl, "You’re going to have to watch every 
single moment of your big sister having sex with Uncle 
Elliot, and you better pickup what’s happening 
quickly." Without a further moment he turned his 
attentions to little Rye lying flat on the table, she 
could feel her body tingling in embarrassment as her 
cutoff T rode up, going above her belly button and 
exposing her wonderfully sexy and flat tummy flesh. 
Without looking, she could definitely sense that he was 
ogling her baby body.

In savoring his victory, Strainer slowly concentrated 
his devouring sight on her wriggling little feet, so 
small and clean and perfectly shaped, then up to her 
ankles and then up the long trail of her long, slightly 
tanned and slender little girl’s legs, her little skirt 
was bunching up, exposing more of her creamy thighs, 
although not her panties. Then of course up to her 
sexy, exposed drum tight tummy, he just had to feel 
that body... He reached down and held her mid section 
around the side and began massaging her belly. 

She was like a rag doll as her small body jerked in 
unison to his squeezes. Her skin was so soft and smooth 
while her body was taut and firm like the blossoming 7-
year-old she was. While continuing to do that he 
resumed his sickening rubbernecking of her little body, 
his eyes roaming up her Hello Kitty T-shirt then to her 
beautiful and miserable little face. Her eyes were 
blinking, like she was wishing to her fairy godmother 
to magically transport her home. He touched her 
forehead and stroked her face at which she whimpered 
helplessly. 

"Now baby, we’re going to begin. I’ve waited for this a 
longtime now. Well, it’s only right that we should have 
sex, seeing that you’re so pretty." He gave her a 
gentle kiss on her petal lips. "First of all, I have to 
ask you... do you know what sex is?" 

She nodded her head slowly, "It’s w...what adults do... 
w...when they love each other..."

"Hmmhmm," he smirked. "Well I love you and you love me 
and we’re both adults now, so I guess you’re right. But 
Rye sweetie, can you tell me what people do when they 
are having sex?"

It took her a few seconds to respond, "Th...they 
t...take their clothes off and k...kiss..." She was too 
embarrassed to say anything else.

"Is that all sweetie pie?"

"A...and the m...man sometimes sucks on the woman’s 
tee-tees..."

"Ah... so that’s sex is it?" she nodded her head 
snappily. "Well, that sound’s great. So lets get 
started!" 

Strainer attacked, and began viciously tearing at her 
clothing. He ripped her T-shirt right of her head 
before she knew what was happening and threw it onto 
the floor. Her pure, innocent angel body was before 
him. Not an ounce of fat, but not unnaturally skinny 
either, just a panel of succulent, young 7-year-old 
flesh. He looked at her baby nips, they were perfectly 
colored a very pale brown, just about pink. Of course 
the prepubescent fuck bunny hadn’t developed mammaries 
yet, but her flat chest and sexy little nipples stood 
out proudly in place. "So is this sex huh?! Is it?! 
Yeah little bitch...!" He began mauling her baby nips 
roughly with his hands, she screamed and cried and 
tried to push him away. She was terrified for her life 
as he attacked her body like a beast and started 
slobbering over her ‘tee-tees’ and sucking and biting 
her nipplets. She felt so violated, it was one of her 
body parts that her mommy told her not to let other 
people touch, but she was doing just that. She felt 
like a bad, bad girl and was overcome with guilt for 
betraying her mommy. 

Strainer inhaled deeply the scent of her budding chest. 
So sweet and fragrant, a smell you can’t get anywhere 
else for sure! He resumed suckling her nips and lightly 
nibbling on them, enough to cause pain, but not enough 
to puncture. His strong arms had her held around her 
back and were pushing her body against his ravenous 
face. She yelped out in pain and tried to break free to 
no avail. "Baby you taste so gooood.... Mmmm... Such 
nice nipplets..." 

Suddenly he felt a strong tug at his shirt, "Get off 
her! Pleeease stop! You’re hurting her! Don’t hurt my 
sister! Uncle Elliot... pleeeease... AHHHH!" SMACK! The 
little 6-year-old cunt was silenced by a manly backhand 
which knocked her all the way to the other side of the 
table. Hitting her felt almost as good as enjoying 
Ryanne’s baby breasts. 

After 5 mins of a thorough baby breast mauling, they 
were now swollen and reddened and very sore, as well as 
with his disgusting slop all over her chest. Her 
nipples stood out from her chest slightly enlarged and 
puffy. What a sight! Ryanne’s naked torso with her 
beautiful figure and body and belly and her delicious 
sexy nipplets was perfect. Elliot smoothed his hands 
down her body to her belly, and pressed his thumbs into 
her belly button, causing her considerable discomfort. 

"You like that?! Huh?! Yeah! What a hot little tummy 
you have!" He pressed again with an evil smile on his 
face, she tossed her legs up and her head back in pain. 
His next target was the removal of her cute, pink 
cotton skirt. No hassle. RIP! He tore it right off her 
body and held it up for her to see before throwing it 
on the floor as well. 

WOW! He could see all of her hot legs now. So slender 
and shapely and in perfect proportion to her 7-year-old 
body, and like the rest of her was very firm. Her 
delicate yellow tan was consistent. Her smooth baby 
thighs were now spread. He ran his hands up and down 
them, which made her tingle. He tickled her sensitive 
inner thighs, just thinking that this was the beginning 
of her baby fuck canal. He next turned his attentions 
to her sexy panties. They were yellow with white flying 
elephants decorating them. Cotton stretched tight 
across her pelvis, the last bastion of defense before 
her undeveloped 7-year-old vagina. He slowly grabbed 
the sides of the elastic before slightly sliding them 
down her legs, like he was undoing the last ribbon of 
the greatest present he had ever received. 

"Ahhhh..." He whispered coarsely as he slid her cotton 
panties down to her thighs, revealing her bald baby 
slit, untouched, pristine, virgin. It was the most 
beautiful thing he had ever seen. Between her legs was 
a small vertical slit that was still closed shut with a 
little white ‘baby button’ on the top. The whole sight 
was spectacular - her spread open thighs and her baby 
pussy all hairless and smooth and no tan marks. 

They would be so sensitive to cock and pain. Even 
though her legs were spread wide, her baby pussy was 
still closed off like a slit, barely even a hole. If 
the rest of her vagina was like that further in, it 
would take a great deal of effort and pleasure to – 
widen her. Barely breathing, he slid the rest of her 
baby elephant panties off her sheer legs. Now before 
him was the most delectable 7-year-old girl, naked, 
ready and offered before him as a worthy cock banquet. 

"Now my precious little girl, there’s something I have 
to tell you about sex before I rape you..." the pedo 
stroked his right hand across her inner thigh and over 
to her privates at which she instinctively closed her 
legs, "Ah ah ah..." He reprimanded as he spread them 
wide open again. His rough, calloused hands rubbed her 
tiny baby clit and then her smooth, baby soft slit with 
his palm. She felt a strange, uncomfortable tingling 
there that made her fidget. He laughed, "Yeah, that’s 
my little slut. Such a sexy little girl. Ryanne, I want 
you to tell me what this part of your body is called," 
he gave her perfect baby pussy a pat. 

"Th...that’s my v...vagina. ‘sob’ M...mommy said I 
sh...shouldn’t let anyone see or touch me there... 
‘sob’ ‘sob" 

"Ah, ok. Well aren’t you a naughty little girl, 
obviously you have disappointed your mother now haven’t 
you? What else do you call your vagina?"

"M...my wee-wee...?"

"So what does your wee-wee do?"

The poor little sweet meat was more embarrassed and 
ashamed than anything else, blushing, and reluctant to 
say what its dirty function was. "I...it makes me go to 
the toilet and do a wee... ‘sob’ ‘sob’ ‘sob"

"It makes you go wee? Is that all it does?" the young 
female child nodded her head cautiously with her mouth 
slightly open, showing her uncertainty. Her face was a 
shining wet mess of tears that accentuated her petal 
lips to now make them a deeper red, in contrast to her 
perfect white teeth. What is he talking about? Why 
would he be interested in her wee-wee?

"Well you see honey, sex isn’t exactly what you told me 
it is. Sure you can do that as well when having sex, 
but real sex is... Listen closely now...It’s when a man 
goes and puts his penis inside your wee-wee." 

"Uh...Huh...?!" The innocent and naïve little girl was 
shocked at such a strange definition. It sounded so 
awful and disgusting! He wanted to put his pee-pee into 
her wee-wee?! Where they would mix each other’s piss 
and he could piss inside her? Or all of his dried piss 
on his pee-pee would get in her? What if it made her 
sick? Not only was her confused little brain filled 
with that but also in her mind popped up the only 2 
penises she had ever seen, her father’s and her 5yo 
brother’s. 

Like little children do, run around naked together 
sometimes and play naked and thinking they were being 
‘naughty,’ she had seen and even played around with 
Halen’s little squirter many times. But it was so small 
and soft and soggy, how could he possibly keep it 
inside of her tight wee-wee? Next she thought of her 
dad’s cock. She had seen it quite a lot when he pissed 
or had a shower, it was pretty big she thought, as she 
was used to seeing Halen’s baby boy cock. She thought 
it looked pretty funny, those wavy black hairs and then 
this longish, soggy tube springing out of it and a 
wrinkly sack underneath. 

His adult flaccid cock could fit into her, she thought, 
but it was soft also, and how would he squeeze it in? 
She had wanted to play with her daddy’s willy before 
because it looked so funny. If she did then she would 
have found out earlier that the cock is a truly mighty 
object that goes hard, rigid and grows like a beast, 
and that’s how it can get forced into her undeveloped 
vagina! Her parting thoughts were more questions, why 
would somebody want to have sex? It would feel so 
disgusting and uncomfortable to have something inside 
of her body and especially where all their piss comes 
out of!

Her panicky thoughts were rudely interrupted, "I want 
you to watch this..." In no time, he reached at the 
front of his pants and ripped open the detachable 
fabric, his massive and gruesome 8 ½ incher sprung to 
life in all its veiny, erect and muscley glory, 
releasing an awesome stench which was almost as 
shocking to the girls than its appearance! Equally 
disgusting was the obscene, bulbous purple head that 
was leaking a clear, thick slime out of the pee hole. 

7-year-old Ryanne, pinned naked and spread, gasped in 
horror at the giant organ, the likes of which she had 
never seen before. Saying she was scared, was perhaps a 
bit more than an understatement. You see, you have to 
understand that a vulnerable and innocent 7-year-old 
girl is naked and lain out on a table, having never 
seen an erect penis before and is suddenly confronted 
by a brutal raging hard-on of 8 ½", which by her 
standards looks like half her body length. And she is 
also told that it is going to be forced inside of her 
sensitive little body through her virgin wee-wee, as if 
she was going to be punched there with a baseball bat. 

Strainer laughed wickedly, obviously delighted with 
himself and the reaction of his virgin captive. "Have a 
look my little cum princess. You see, this is a penis 
right here, and I don’t care what you think, but it IS 
going inside your vagina and I am going to rape you and 
we are going to have sex," he said methodically. As you 
can imagine, the sweet child instinctively closed her 
sexy legs shut, imagining the pains in her pussy and 
her belly should he try to rape her. She also reached 
her hands down to her pussy and cupped it, trying to 
protect it, and again she tossed her head back and 
began bawling and crying her eyes out. 

"Look sweetie, I know you’re scared, so I’m not going 
to lie to you, it’s going to hurt...a lot. So you might 
as well get it over and done with now you see. I’m not 
going to ask this again, so if you don’t do this now I 
will get very mad. Ok sugar buns...? Take you hands 
away and spread your legs wide." Ryanne sniffled loudly 
as she very reluctantly spread her legs and dropped her 
arms to the side. Why did he have to be so cruel when 
she loved him so much? 

"That’s a girl..." Holding his breath he slowly lowered 
his boiling and bubbling cock over her tiny body. She 
whimpered and spluttered at his approach helplessly. 
"Shhh...that’s a good girl..." He stroked her hair. He 
rested his bloated ball sack against her inner thighs 
and cunny slit and smothered his penis over her panel-
flat tummy. He could tell she wanted to be someplace 
else. Looking down, they both saw Strainer’s mighty 
phallus over her belly and how large it was. It looked 
so big compared to her. It went past her belly button 
and halfway to her torso.

"Ahhh..." he breathed in at the sight, while she was 
staring at it intently and in disbelief. "Wow baby, 
once I get this inside I’ll have to force it all the 
way up your belly! See, look how far it goes!"

"U...’sob’ uncle Elliot pl...please don’t h...hurt me. 
I...I’m a good girl...’sob’ pleeease." She broke down, 
again. It was like he was going to inject her with a 
medical needle that they both knew she didn’t need. 
Strainer slid his cock down her belly, leaving a trail 
of sticky precum. He left his cock head over her cute 
belly button, letting the juice pool there. As his cock 
lowered to the vaginal point of penetration she 
slighted her legs closer together at which he spread 
them open again with his masculine strength. 

Hot dam! He couldn’t believe how good the top of her 
hairless baby pussy pubic mound felt on his frenulum. 
Only now did he realize how small she was. His cock 
head took up the whole space! "Oh my fucking God... 
aaahhhh..." he groaned. 

Finally, after years of waiting, he lined his hard 
unrelenting cock up against her ‘barely-there’ little 
7-year-old girl’s slit, her legs spread wide, he 
reckoned he could barely fit his pinky in there. She 
was hyperventilating in panic now. "Don’t worry 
sweetie, babies come out of pussies here. So they can 
stretch pretty far." But babies come out of tummies she 
thought! How could she believe anything he said now? 
"Ahh...spread wider!" he forced her legs further apart, 
although there was hardly any to give, her joints were 
almost at their limits. 

"Marti! Come over here now! I want you to watch every 
single second of this you little cock teasing whore...! 
I said fucking get up here now!" he grabbed the broken 
6-year-old and threw her onto the table with them. "Now 
crawl over here and watch me skewer your slutty big 
sister with my cock! You’re going to understand real 
sexual intercourse today!"

His pedo cock was now ready to rape as he connected his 
tip with Rye’s slightly swollen and moistened baby 
cunt. The thick, protruding lips on either side of her 
baby cunt were an alluring invitation to the juicy 
depths in between. He applied the first pressure when 
he climbed up on the table and held her thin waist. It 
was a truly awe-inspiring sight, a 6ft rugged male over 
the top of a crying 4ft 7-year-old girl. 

Ryanne felt his solid battering ram push against her 
baby pussy lips, the tip catching just the slightest 
grip against her vaginal hole before sliding off onto 
her belly. The force he pushed with caused some 
physical discomfort to her sensual region from which 
her imaginative mind made her think of the further pain 
to come when he tore open her vagina with his cock and 
forced it all the way into her. 

Strainer smirked as he lined his nuclear torpedo up 
against the soft target again. "Noooo...! ‘sob’ ‘sob’ 
Uncle Elliot... Don’t! Pleee...heeeaase ‘sob’ ‘sob’ It 
hurts! It hurts! Stop...Pwwweeeezzzee!...I..I’m 
s...’sob’ sorrrry... Uuuhhhhh...I don’t want to have 
sex! Plleeaase let me go... I’ll be a good girl...I 
want to go h..h...home...! Noooo... Uncle 
Elliuuuut...!" The little slut was shaking away for 
dear life and even had the nerve to push his cock away 
from her and try and push him away.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!..." Little fucking slut! Teach 
you to say no to me! Don’t you ever, EVER fight back 
against Uncle Elliot!" SLAP! "You..." SLAP! "fucking 
hear me?!" 7-year-old Ryanne was duly put in her place 
by a series of powerful slaps and backhands, reddening 
her pretty face and sending her into a daze. She gave 
out one loud cry before shutting her eyes as tight as 
she could and covering her face with her hands and 
sobbing weakly. She was the most helpless of children. 

"Open your eyes Ryanne and have a look at what’s 
happening!" she obeyed straight away, although her 
vision was a miserable blur from tears and the beating. 
Strainer grasped his cock mid-shaft with his right hand 
and held down her chest with his other and his spread 
fingers pinching on her sore nipples. He leant over her 
fully now before driving his monster cock head against 
her baby cunt. At first it was only sliding up and down 
the slit before enough effort was sustained for it to 
force her opening wide enough to fit just the tip of 
his leaking prick inside, 
"Wider!...Wider!...Aaarrgghhh...good...ah fuck...ah 
jesus...ah god fuck...ah fuck little tight 
virgin...fuck baby 7-year-old fuck cunt...comon 
sweetie...yeah that’s it...fuck so 
tight...aarrrgghhh...baby pussy...yeeessss..."

Ryanne watched on in sniffles and horror as she was 
overshadowed and covered in darkness by a man who was 
forcing his flashlight sized cock inside her body, her 
private parts. She had spread her little legs wide for 
him and now he was pushing with all his strength to get 
his boulder inside her small cavern. It was even worse 
that he made her look at it. She saw just how much more 
effort he had to hurt her with until he got it inside 
of her wee-wee. He was holding down on her baby breasts 
to keep her from sliding all the way off the table 
while he kept driving and forcing that cock as it dug 
for an opening. 

Now the beginning of the real pain kicked in as her 
feeble body finally gave in to his powerful MALE 
pressures. Her taut little lips began to part as his 
powerful cock began penetration of her undeveloped 
vagina. What began as a faint tension now felt like all 
out butchery as her tiny pussy entrance was stretched 
beyond sensible limits to accommodate his bloated prick 
head raw. The little girl was lost for a voice as she 
tensed her face and ‘coughed’ up tears. She felt like 
he and 6 other men were tearing her vagina apart with 
their hands! All she could do now was spread her legs 
even wider to attempt to ease his cock in as there was 
no way that it would be taken out now! 

Strainer pulled her head downwards by her hair so that 
she would have to look at their penetration, their 
mismatched bodies being fused between her legs. His 
cock head was only halfway in now and she thought she 
could see it bulging out of her body. Her legs were 
spread wide and kicking out to her sides. "Still a long 
way to go yet baby..." He whispered nastily and they 
both saw how much more brutal fucking would have to be 
endured along his shaft. As he pushed further you can 
imagine how it felt with half his swollen cock head 
inside the tightest 7-year-old baby cunt which he had 
to exert all of his strength to get inside. The sexy 
sight of his cock literally stuck inside of her made 
him want more! 

He forced deeper now "Yaaahaaaahaaa...! 
Iiieeeerrrrrhhhh...! Aaarrgghhh!" he had hit baby 
virgin hymen and stopped. He laughed in delight as he 
looked down at her, squeezing and squealing out tears 
like anything. He thought she would have run dry by 
now. Her body was heaving and breathing heavily while 
her little legs were wriggling outwards, and in between 
was a red pole half as big as those legs, stuck in 
between her obscenely stretched vaginal entrance. 

Savoring the moment of her little girl’s hymen he 
thought of the thin membrane that barred entrance to 
the rest of her sacred passage and the marker of her 
virginity. "You’re gonna bleed now baby... 
AAARRRRGGGHHHHH CUUUUNNT!!!" he yelled as he lunged his 
whole body downwards and butchered and tore through her 
hymen and forced his cock deeper inside of her body.

"UUUUHHHH!...UH!...uurrgghhh..." his yells were met 
with her screams of agony with the most excruciating 
pain that she couldn’t even comprehend, like she had 
been stabbed with a giant knife and her vagina was 
being torn. Her tiny body writhed in pain and she 
twisted around on the table like a shocked slut, her 
legs were kicking wildly and her little toes were 
curled up and her fingernails were scratching against 
the table desperately. However the worst part for her 
was that he continued to pull her face down with her 
hair so she could see the vicious penetration of her 
body for herself. 

Now with a bit more than his entire cruel cock head 
inside of her she could see the bulge near her belly 
and blood, her own viscous, bright red blood was now 
dripping freely at the stretched point of penetration. 
Pooling between her legs and dripping down her body to 
her tiny butt hole as well as it having spattered over 
her inner thighs and everywhere around her vagina like 
a red circle. And in between was his terrible 
bloodstained cock stabbing the life out of her between 
her legs which now had her pussy lips stretched almost 
inside out. Ryanne’s weakening body was soon reduced to 
a limp convulsing. 

"Aaarrrggghhhh...jesus...Ryanne you sexy baby 
slut...aaarrrggghh..." he wasn’t even half way through 
but he knew this was the best sex he had ever had. His 
cock head was being clutched with everything by her 
bare little pussy. The sensation of tearing through her 
baby hymen and then feeling the child’s blood ooze 
around his cock was simply amazing. She was like a 
stuck pig, skewered by his giant harpoon, such was the 
impact. Her little vagina was more like an open wound 
now rather than a natural opening to allow a MALE’S 
cock. Even more incredible was the feeling of her pussy 
beyond her hymen, her vaginal walls were almost closed 
completely shut because of her young age and immaturity 
as well as the fact that nothing had ever been through 
there before. The one inch he pushed forward required 
all of his strength to hold her agonized little body 
down as well as penetrate and force her open.

Ryanne’s world was a haze of pain, her vision was 
blurry and her body felt so weak that she thought she 
would collapse into the table, despite her beautiful 
little body still shaking with any spare energy she had 
left. If they couldn’t actually see the bulge in her 
belly from his intruding cock, they could sure as hell 
imagine it there, an 8 ½ incher stuck partly and forced 
up inside her tight 7-year-old body! Her whole region 
was now a mass of pain. She thought she would die from 
his penis stabbing at her insides. Her belly was 
feeling stretched and even her asshole began to hurt 
with a throbbing, intense pain. "Uuuhhh...! 
Ahuh...ahuh...ugh...’sob’ ‘sob’ I w...want my 
mooo...mmmyyy!!!" Obviously she wasn’t such a big girl 
the way she cried out.

"Hmmm baby...let me guess where your cervix is..." he 
felt around and pressed her pubic mound, about 2" from 
where he figured his cock was, "no...a bit high. Dam 
baby you’re a narrow whore... How about here?" he 
pressed half an inch lower, "Yeah I think so..." he 
laughed.

"Mooo...mooo....mmeeeyyyy....UUUHHHHH!!!" she screamed 
as he thrust like a maniac through the pinhole 1 ½" 
with his solid steel up to the point. Her baby vagina 
was bleeding from being torn by his cock, lubricating 
his right of internal passage. Her body was convulsing 
weakly as she lay there underneath him, bloodily 
skewered by his meaty rod. She was biting her lip 
trying to distract from the pain. 

Strainer paused his attack momentarily, to catch his 
breath. He wanted to feel her divine baby cervix on his 
prick tip although not batter it or cause permanent 
damage. He wanted her perfectly intact for many more 
fun moments! His penetration had ceased and they were 
both still, him enjoying the blissful moment while she 
was temporarily relieved of increased pain. Her legs 
were spread wide where their bodies joined, her body 
covered in baby sweat and blood and she was 
hyperventilating. Even as they were both still, her 
baby pussy was spasming so tight around his cock that 
it was bringing his balls to boiling point. He gently 
thrust a millimeter further, and hit paydirt! As soon 
as he felt her body constricting around his veiny pulp 
and a firm fleshy barrier, she jumped up like 
lightning! He kept her pinned down as he nailed his 
cock into the same blissful position inside of her, 
right up against her cervix, as she writhed like crazy 
she kept rupturing the walls of her own vaginal 
passage, her blood and juices continued to flow around 
his veiny muscle. 

The unbearable pain felt to her that he had really 
struck an organ in her or something, like he had 
skewered all the way through her stomach. Unable to 
voice her anguish, she could only struggle, wriggling 
and twisting, now trying to push him off her little 
body to no avail. She left a trail of sweat underneath 
her on the table and smeared blood near her punctured 
pussy. Strainer just felt amazing. He had his hand over 
her sweaty baby breasts with his cock in the moistest 
tightest hole out. 

It was great as he held down her struggles with one 
hand and she was wriggling and juicing all over his 
cock which was literally stuck inside of her. He 
imagined it was like her little baby cunt was begging 
for his cum, milking him for everything he’s got with 
his tip being caressed by her firm cervical entrance 
and the few inches of cock inside of her being 
pleasured beyond belief. 

He held position like this for another few moments 
before the first spurts of cum, 
"Aaarrrgghhh...Eeerrrrggghhhh...fuck...slut...wait baby 
wait...aarrggh..." he tried to prolong the mighty 
ejaculation as long as possible, allowing for small hot 
spurts before closing off his cock every few seconds. 
It was truly insane. With his final spurt he reached 
his hands under her back and thumbed her baby nipplets 
while looking into her beautiful shocked face, he could 
hear the little slut breathing in wheezes as he pumped 
her immature body full of his seminal seed.

He lifted her legs up by grabbing her ankles and tilted 
her body up to a 70 degree angle to ensure all of the 
good juices would drain back inside her, and continued 
to gently hump his still erect penis in her wound. It 
was making a very audible slushing sound. When finished 
he withdrew his softened, bloodstained cock and let her 
limp legs drop to the table with a thud. He was 
speechless. There was not much he could say but just 
look at the beautiful, broken 7-year-old little girl he 
had just raped, lying battered on the table like a 
sacrificial offering to the god of cock. 

Ryanne awkwardly twisted her upper body to the side but 
left her legs spread open. It was just too painful to 
move them at all. The end and the pain was so violent 
she thought he was going to kill her, she barely felt 
his hot cum scalding inside of her because of her 
vaginal bruising and bleeding but now it was really 
stinging her. There was more blood than she had ever 
seen in her life from her wee-wee and no Mickey Mouse 
band-aid could fix it. She covered her head with her 
hands. She didn’t want to see him. "Wow baby, look at 
all the mess you’ve made! I can’t believe you bled all 
over my table! And look at all the dirty sweat you put 
there as well!" Ryanne sobbed at his insults, she was 
expecting sympathy now that he had finished raping her. 

Strainer grabbed her ankles again and closed her legs, 
her swollen red little pussy was protruding from behind 
now and she keeled over from the sudden pain. She was 
lying on her side in a fetal position. SLAP! SLAP! Her 
exposed left butt cheek was duly punished. He grabbed 
hold of it and squeezed and pinched the firm mass of 
succulent flesh and then rubbed his soggy cock over it, 
drying off her filthy juices. The feel of her baby soft 
ass, just like powder, made him hard all over again, 
another raging brutal hard-on would rein punishment on 
the 2 little girls.

"Wooo! Looks like he wants to go again!" Strainer 
pointed amusingly at his terrifying member. Ryanne 
shuddered and whimpered as best she could, there was no 
way she would survive another brutal fucking! "But 
first, I think I’ll have dinner." With his obscene cock 
still free in the air, he walked over to the stove and 
heated up the meal. "You know Ryanne baby. You’re my 
special little girl, you always were. Best sex I ever 
had!" He took a recovery break and began eating 
straight from the pan.

Marti had seen the most terrifying and hurtful thing in 
all of her 6 years. She was forced to watch the brutal 
rape of her sister, watch her big sister have sex when 
she wasn’t ready. Marti was literally scared shitless 
and frozen in fascination as well as fear as she saw 
Uncle Elliot force himself onto her sister. It was 
simply amazing the way he forced his huge pecker inside 
of Ryanne’s wee-wee! She couldn’t believe he actually 
got it in her tiny baby twat, despite the resultant 
mess. 

At the same time she could feel how much agony Ryanne 
was in and that she had taken her place on the cock. 
She felt sickeningly ashamed at herself for not being 
able to help her as well as the fact that she was 
selfishly glad that she wasn’t the one being skewered. 
Marti was sitting on the edge of the table, surveying 
the bloody destruction around her. The table was a 
stinking mess of ‘dirty fluids’ with Ryanne writhing 
and crying like a smear in the middle of it.

Now that wicked Uncle Elliot was finally off and had 
stopped molesting Ryanne, Marti could now go and 
comfort her. The little 6-year-old tearfully crawled 
across the table to her naked, broken 7-year-old 
sister. As soon as she got near, Ryanne sat up and gave 
her a big hug and cried on her, rubbing her face in 
Marti’s dress to dry her tears and not wanting to show 
her face. 

Marti held on just as tight to control Ryanne’s shaking 
and shivering, as she was clearly going into shock. So 
the 2 darlings held onto each other for dear life, 
crying on each other, both of them were too weak and 
emotional to utter any words. Their actions and 
expressions were enough. Marti could imagine her 
beloved sister’s pussy pain when she saw all of the 
blood on her legs and between her thighs as well as her 
battered and swollen wee-wee. All she could do for her 
was hold her tight and allow her some shelter with her 
body.

Meanwhile, Elliot Strainer was leaning against the 
cooking bench, having cracked open a cold beer and 
devouring his home cooking, amused at his sweet, 
underaged baby sluts hugging each other in all of their 
anguish. His cock was breathing free and blood was 
pumping into the rape machine, oiling it for much more 
action. He was smiling gleefully as he slurped the beer 
and ogled little Marti’s fine, fine body as she bent 
over and her little flowery dress betrayed her to 
reveal her petite, plain pink cotton panties. 

His demon eyes followed her perfect lines, from her 
cute little bare feet, her lovely unblemished and slim 
legs to her panty line. Her pretty little dress covered 
the rest of her tight sexy body, but he was glad he 
could see the top of it torn as he had left it, 
teasingly revealing glimpses of tender preteen flesh.

The two preteen sisters remained like that, not daring 
to move around because Uncle Elliot the sexual abuser 
was still in the room watching them. Neither of them 
had gathered the courage to talk to him just yet and 
they simply found a comfort away from the fear in each 
other’s arms. Ryanne was also very weak after her 
BRUTAL FUCKING ordeal.

"Well look at this. My 2 special little girls are 
hugging each other! That’s what your daddy and your 
whore mommy would want you to do isn’t it?! Be good 
little slut sisters to each other. Although Ryanne, I’m 
afraid they wouldn’t be too pleased with you! You’re 
such a bad girl, 7 years old and you’ve already fucked! 
Just think about how disappointed your daddy will be, 
and what about your mommy! You’ve betrayed them Ryanne. 
Just wait ‘til I tell them what you’ve done! That you 
came onto your Uncle Elliot and wanted to have sex!" 

Miserable little Rye started shaking her head against 
her sister’s body. "Yeah, that’s right sweetie. I can’t 
believe you would be such a bad girl to your parents 
when they love you so much! You’re a slut Ryanne! Just 
a bad ass baby slut cut of cunt! And just wait until 
they find out what you’ve done, or even worse, the 
police!"

Strainer was now going to further fuck up the mind of 
the baby cunt. In her baffled state after the BRUTAL 
FUCKING her susceptibility had gone way up. She was no 
longer the attentive and bright little creature she was 
when she was a virgin. Once he had this bitch secured, 
he had it made. 

"You do know that being an immoral slut is a crime yes? 
You can go to prison for tempting a man so much that he 
would rape you. Let’s see, I’ve wanted to have sex with 
you for, say 4 years. That means you would be going to 
jail for 4 years. But because you’re too young to go to 
jail, it means that your mommy and your daddy will have 
to go instead! So tell me, do you think it is right for 
them to be locked up for a crime that you have done and 
not them?" Ryanne shook her head and sobbed loudly, her 
emotional pain finally outweighing her pussy pangs. 

"Now I’m going to give you one chance. I can take you 
home now, just like you were screaming that you wanted 
to go home." They were listening intently now. 
"However, if I do that I will have to call the police 
beforehand and tell them what you’ve done. In that case 
your parents will be arrested straight away and you 
won’t get to see them for 4 years." Both preteen 
bitches began blubbering loudly now. 

"D...d..’sob’ ‘sob’ don’t s...send m...m...’sob’ mommy 
and daddy to j...jail! ‘sob’ ‘sob’ ‘sob’ 
Pl...leeease...’sob’ ‘sob’ ‘sob’ W...why do you have to 
put mommy and d...daddy in jail...’sob’ Why do you have 
to c...call the police...?" Marti cried out loud, not 
directly to him but just so he could hear.

"Shhh...shhhh baby doll. I don’t have a choice. If I 
don’t tell the police then I’d really be breaking the 
law and I wouldn’t want to do that. I’d go to jail as 
well. And you don’t want me to go to jail now do you?" 
He mocked with an evil smile. "But baby, no one’s going 
to jail if you don’t go home you see. Then I won’t have 
to call the police because your parents won’t know that 
we have had sex."

"We p...promise we won’t t..ellll...’sniff" 

"I’m sorry baby, if you don’t tell then I’ll have to." 
There was no escaping his bullshit.

Despite the bullshit he was running their minds around, 
they had fallen for it. Despite having beaten and raped 
them and betrayed their innocent trust, he was still a 
figure of authority, a mighty MAN to the little girls 
who had, and always will know more than them. However, 
on their day the girls probably could see through his 
bullshit, but today just wasn’t their day!

Strainer now moved closer to the frightened little harp 
seal cubs huddled on the stained table, frothy beer 
streaming down his chin and meaty sauce stained all 
over his shirt. A predator on the loose. "So what do 
you two sweeties say? You gonna stay with your Uncle 
Elliot for a while or go home to a house with no 
parents? I want an answer now!" 

"St..stay with y...you... ‘sob’ ‘sob"

"Well good. I’m glad you’re having fun! Now where were 
we?" He approached them menacingly, his bloodstained 
meat axe ready for battle. They both crunched up and 
whimpered and held each other tighter. 

"U...unchhle Elliotch...p...pleashe d...don’t, n...no 
more... Don’t ‘sob’ hurt ushh...!" Marti’s cries for 
mercy were somewhat muffled as her face was scrunched 
up in Ryanne’s naked shoulder.

"Relax baby. I’m only after you now. I think Ryanne’s 
had enough for now, haven’t you bitch?!" SLAP! He gave 
the naked 7-year-old another cruel smack on her already 
bruised butt.

"Mmmhhhhmmmm!!!!" she jumped and shrieked in pain.

Strainer then charged in and broke the two huddled 
cupcakes up, ripping apart their sisterly bond 
mercilessly. "Owwww!!!...Aaawwww!!!... ‘sob" Ryanne 
keeled over in pain, the sudden movement made her very 
sore between her legs again, she thought another hole 
was torn in her. Strainer’s attentions were all on the 
petrified Marti now as he grabbed her with one arm and 
began tearing at her pretty floral dress with the 
other. He grasped at the existing tear at the top and 
ripped a strip right off to her panty line. The 
remaining shreds of her clothes were quickly dispatched 
as she struggled and squealed and tried frantically to 
fight him off.

"S...stop pleeeeassssse...uuuhhhh!...Help! D...daddy! 
Uncle Ellwiot p...pleease 
st...ho...ho...hop...uuuhhh!!! ‘sob’ ‘sob’ I’m 
soorryiiiieeeeee!!! Don’t hurt me 
pleeease...plee..hee...heease... ‘sob’ Uhhhh!!!!! 
D...don’t hurt meiiiieee!!!! Y...you already did it to 
Ryanne...uuuhhhh!!! Y...you don’t need to hurt 
meiieee!!! ‘sob" She was left only in her sheer pink 
panties now. The remains of her clothing were now 
shreds that had been tossed wildly onto the table, 
adding to the scene of innocence carnage.

SMASH! Strainer slammed the struggling 6-year-old down 
on the table, grasping both of her thin arms in his 
beastial paw and pinning her down. His eyes were wild 
with pedo lust as he looked down at her desperate, 
frantic and pleading face shaking from side to side. He 
reached into the elastic of her panties and tore them 
right off and threw them to the floor. Sheer naked 6-
year-old ready for the rape! Now that she knew and had 
seen the brutal mechanics of what sex was, she for sure 
didn’t want it to happen to her!

Strainer began gently stroking her naked chest and 
belly in an attempt to soothe her. He leant down and 
kissed her gently on her cheek and released his tight 
hold on her fragile body, instead stroking her legs and 
her sides tenderly, enjoying her delectably soft and 
balmy 6-year-old skin. 

He had the young child ready for lullabies in no time. 
While still whimpering and coughing tears, and visibly 
terrified, her frantic struggles had almost ceased into 
gradual movements. "That’s a girl, my sweet little 
angel princess." He stroked her raven silky hair and 
stared into her innocent young eyes. They were dark, 
like a bottomless well for the streams of tears that 
were lining her sublime face. "But you see honey. I 
think you should have gone up first and got it over and 
done with like Ryanne over there." He motioned to the 
naked, cradled-up 7-year-old covered in bruises and 
splotches of blood, shivering nearby. 

"After I’ve already had sex once, when I go for the 
second time it takes a lot longer and I have to pound 
in a lot harder. And you’re body’s a bit smaller than 
Ryanne’s. Your wee-wee is much tighter, so it’s going 
to hurt a lot more!" he said it slowly and with 
purpose, as if he was telling her something she’d like 
to hear. But this way it gradually sunk into her little 
pea brain, her eyes widened with the deepest of fears 
and she clenched her legs shut and crossed her arms 
around her body with all her strength. Her shell of 
protection didn’t last long when Strainer forcibly 
spread her body open to him amidst her screams of 
protests and begs for mercy.

Ryanne could hear what Strainer said and felt even more 
guilty. Her little sister would be the one bearing the 
worst raping while she got away relatively easy from 
the sounds of things. She didn’t know how Marti would 
handle what she had endured, and now she would be raped 
even worse! Her adorable little sister and her best 
friend was about to get a BRUTAL FUCKING right next to 
her alright.

Even before it had begun her fearful screams had been 
torture to listen to. Ryanne covered up her ears and 
scrunched her eyes shut, trying her uttermost to block 
out the extreme sexual assault that was taking place 
next to her. But it was no use, there was just nothing 
else she could think of, her pea brain was occupied 
only of thoughts of their present predicament and no 
matter how hard she tried she couldn’t leave the scene.

Ryanne could hear Marti’s muffled screams now. They 
were weak and feint, it must be him lining up his 
disgusting ‘thing’ against her wee-wee. She could hear 
some coughing, he must be pressing on her chest now and 
pinching her tee-tees hard and she’s probably swallowed 
lots of her own tears. Now she could hear her little 
sister’s sweet innocent voice distorted into 
desperation and screeches begging for Uncle Elliot to 
stop and not to hurt her. Ryanne began renewed 
whimpering and held her ears tighter, trying to block 
out the sounds. "UUUUGGGHHHKKKK...!!!" But that cry was 
just too loud. 

Ryanne began shaking side to side, but the thought of 
her baby sister finally being penetrated permeated her 
mind. He must have her legs spread wide open and is 
holding her down while he forces his giant, fat and 
hard penis inside her wee-wee. She could now hear Marti 
choking and coughing because the pain made her swallow 
her own saliva. 

"Yaaarrrrggghhhh!" Now she could hear Uncle Elliot 
driving deeper inside of her with all of his strength, 
tearing her open. Her vagina must now be stretched to 
the point of tearing. Although she couldn’t hear it, 
Ryanne could sense Marti’s little legs kicking into the 
air desperately and her little body wriggling in agony. 
She could hear Uncle Elliot talking to Marti now, and 
then "UUUUUGGGGHHHHKKKKKK....!!!!!!" 

He must have torn through her cherry. She could feel 
the table shaking and wondered if he had killed her. 
There must be blood everywhere now she thought, but he 
keeps trying to push his thing inside deeper. She could 
feel Marti’s pain all over again, like she was being 
torn into two, like someone had got a stick had shoved 
it all the way through her wee-wee to her belly and 
almost killed her. 

"Oh Marti, stop screaming, please stop screaming!" 
Ryanne whispered to herself. Marti was screaming out 
incoherently, also pleading for mommy and wanting to go 
home. But she just wouldn’t stop. And she could hear 
Uncle Elliot laughing in the background. Her screaming 
only increased in volume which made Ryanne cry harder. 
Marti must feel like her lower half has been squashed 
flat. She was soon screaming so loud that Ryanne knew 
he had hit the excruciating ‘soft-sore bottom’ of her 
cervix, but then suddenly her voice stopped. 

SLAP! "Wake up cunt! I’m not done yet! Noooot yeeeet! 
Aaarrrggghhh! Come on baby slut! Yeeaaahhh! Take my 
cock! TAKE THE COOOOCK!!!!!!" Ryanne could hear Marti 
in between Uncle Elliot’s yelling, but only very 
faintly. What if she was going to die?! Ryanne began 
panicky seriously at the thought of losing her beloved 
little sister. The torturous noises of Uncle Elliot 
screaming and Marti’s weak whimpers and the occasional 
slaps seemed to go on for an eternity when finally she 
heard the same type of yell he did to her when he was 
finishing inside her with that boiling, icky slime. And 
then after a while she felt the pressure on the table 
released, like he had gotten off it.

Ryanne very gradually took her hands away from her sore 
ears and turned slightly to look at her sister. She saw 
the now menacing figure of Uncle Elliot standing over 
Marti’s limp body and spitting on her face and 
laughing. "Ryanne," his sudden attentions at her made 
her jump, "I’m gonna clean myself up now that I’ve had 
such a good workout. Don’t go too far, ‘cause I’ll find 
you," he smirked. "And I want you to wake her up by the 
time I get back." Having experienced the best hour of 
his life, Elliot Strainer walked off to the bathroom a 
very contented man.

Ryanne dragged her pained little body over to Marti. 
The scene was terrible, there truly was blood 
everywhere, it had splattered over the table near her 
body and lined her legs and belly and her spread vagina 
was just a red mass of pain. And there was that acid 
white goo in just as many places. She crawled over the 
top of her sister and saw that she had her eyes closed 
and wasn’t moving or doing anything. "Oh no! Marti!" 
she shook her, "Wake up! Wake up!" she rested her head 
on her sister’s baby breasts as she shook her 
frenziedly with tears teeming down her pretty face 
which smeared onto her sister.

"Hmm...mmm...uh..." the 6-year-old rolled her head and 
murmured.

"Oh my god you’re alright!" she helped her roll onto 
her side and they both collapsed against each other, 
crying. Their minds going with a millions things a 
second which all added to nothing.

"Ah, good. You’re up!" Strainer strolled back into the 
kitchen confidently. "Sorry to disturb the party baby 
bitches." He rushed in and pulled each of them up by 
their hair and set them out with their heads on the 
edge of the table and face up. "Open your mouths! Open 
them!" It was a real struggle for the girls to do that 
simple request as they were crying hard, which made it 
difficult to do. Their cherry mouths were wavering 
between fully and semi open in rhythm with their 
bawling. 

"Good girls." Strainer’s hose-like bloodstained cock 
was like a large, menacing devil above the little 
girls’ faces that suddenly jerked before releasing a 
horrific torrent of pent-up beer piss in their 
irresistible little mouths and faces. It was a 
beautiful sight to see even more shock horror on their 
faces as it splashed against them and made them even 
shinier, they were blinking their eyes rapidly, trying 
to get some of the foul liquid out of their eyes as 
well as gasping and gulping their hungry mouths for 
air, even if it meant swallowing the piss.

"Ah, my perfect sweet meat chop sluts. Uncle Elliot’s 
so proud of you! Now I think you two babies are going 
to need a lot of sleep because we have some big days 
ahead of us. I’ve got friends coming over in a few, and 
I think they can’t wait to meet you! In fact, they’d 
kill to meet with one of you..."

"What’s wrong Halen honey? Do you miss your 2 big 
sisters already huh baby? Awwww, isn’t that cute..." 
The stunningly beautiful young lady teased the 5yo boy. 

"Nah mommy, it’s..." he sighed.

Her expression changed to serious, "What is it baby? 
You can tell me if anything’s bothering you."

"Well it’s Uncle Elliot. I didn’t wanna go on that 
camping thing because I think he’s pretty strange now. 
And I’m kinda worried about Rye and Mart."

"In what way hon?"

"Well I saw in his draws in his house once he had lots 
of photos of us and especially Ryanne and Marti. And he 
even had some of their undies! The ones that went 
missing before. How come he has all of those mommy?"

"I...I don’t kn...know..."

"And last week when he was over here w...when he went 
to the bathroom I saw him holding his...his dicky and 
he was like shaking it and he looked real mad and he 
kept saying things about Ryanne and Marti like he was 
mad at them."

"Uh...? Are you sure?"

"Yeah mommy! Don’t you believe me?" 

"Ok baby... Of course I believe y...you... It’s late 
but maybe I should check up on them now."

RING! RING! RING! "The number you have dialed is 
unavailable at this time..." It would be a long, 
restless night at both ends.

Continued in part 2...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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