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I Thought We Were Going Camping - 2
By Lancer (address withheld)

***

The continuation of young Marti and Ryanne. Pure 
rapecore pedo. A slower story with mostly forced 
preteen oral. However, an additional focus on the 
individual characters of the 2 sweeties. (Mgg, extreme-
ped, nc, rp, v)

***

PART 2

The beautiful little 6yo girl sat on the cold lino 
floor with her lovely smooth tanned legs bent at the 
knees and out to the side of her body, like she was 
half lying down and half kneeling. The oversized large 
male’s t-shirt she was wearing would normally go all 
the way down to her knees, but had slid up to her upper 
thighs. It acted as a pseudo-dress for her, but she 
liked her other one better. The one that he had torn 
and broken, the same way he had done to her body. She 
hated how he forced her to wear his t-shirt. Now all 
she could smell was HIM and she couldn’t escape it.

It was a dirty, humiliating trucker trash item. Dotted 
with small holes all around, allowing glimpses of her 
wonderful naked 6yo preteen flesh. Its once bright 
white color was now a stagnant yellow-brown. It was 
little better than a rag that she was wearing. 
Especially with the frontal theme across her tiny chest 
‘WHORES SUCK’ and below it a bad drawing of a cock and 
balls package, similar to what teenage boys draw on 
school desks and chairs. 

Most 6yo girls wouldn’t warrant holding such a label. 
But she had been told almost every single hour and 
every single day since she had been here that she was a 
‘baby whore’ and was now very well versed in sucking on 
that horrible, frightening flesh-snake. At one time she 
was once so shy and modest, and of course the most 
innocent of children. But it didn’t matter now. She 
longed to be that girl once more, but she couldn’t, she 
wasn’t allowed.

Her tiny little fingers grasped the smooth stump of the 
waxy purple crayon and gently traced a line around on 
the piece of paper on the ground in front of her, 
finally completing her 6yo 1st grader piece of trash 
artwork. She fidgeted and sat up, admiring her drawing 
and thinking about what it all meant. With her nimble 
little fingers she rolled the crayon back and forth 
across the paper, her sleepy dark eyes were in a cold 
distant stare, not knowing where to focus. She enjoyed 
the distraction of rolling the crayon back and forth. 
Until she finally realized, and stopped. Letting it 
roll away from her, out of reach. 

It was the same crayon he had used to put inside of her 
body. Her dazzled young mind returned to scenes of how 
he forced her to spread her legs and watch as he 
inserted it inside of her raw, undeveloped vagina. The 
crayon wasn’t incredibly thick though, it was much 
better than that near-death experience when he used his 
cock. 

She cringed and cradled her tummy at the thought of 
having that ‘thing’ thrust inside of her again. She 
thought she had almost died last time. As she watched 
the crayon roll away she imagined it inside of her body 
again, and the events of yesterday...

The small pointed tip being brushed around the outside 
of her 6yo vagina usually felt good. It was 
embarrassing and shameful but she didn’t mind it. And 
as he gradually pushed it in deeper and deeper, she 
felt a strange but nice funny feeling from her wee-wee. 
The crayon was smooth, so it slid nicely inside of her 
finger-tight preteen snatch, still tight and nice as 
anything despite the BRUTAL FUCKING she had taken 
previously. 

When it was lodged all the way in she would just look 
and stare at it, stuck inside of her, while he laughed. 
It was a disturbingly cock-hardening unnatural sight, 
her pale golden skin, and in between her legs, in 
between the plump, swollen coin-slit of her pussy mound 
lips, could be seen only about half an inch of the flat 
butt-end of the purple crayon that had penetrated her. 

He would then hold her by her naked waist and rock her 
back and forth. He always grabbed her too hard as to 
make her yelp and wince. It hurt and left finger marks 
and bruises behind on her usually pristine skin. She 
didn’t want to look at his scary face that was like an 
ever-hungry monstrous animal, so she kept looking down 
in between her obscenely spread legs that had been 
penetrated by the crayon. 

The outer lips of her vagina were like firm fleshy 
pads, but even they were now squirming also, as was the 
rest of her body. The funny nice feelings she had 
before came back, she couldn’t help it. Her alluring 
little thighs trembled as she let out little gasps and 
her breathing shallowed. Her spread legs and knees 
wobbled and she wriggled her backside against the bed 
and her little feet pressed down firmly, her body 
instinctively trying to get more of that feeling, 
without knowing what was happening. 

"Oh you little baby whore," he smirked "Did I say you 
were allowed to enjoy this?" With his fat right thumb 
poised, he punched it into the end of the crayon like a 
piston striking a bullet, now squeezing and pushing it 
deeper inside of her wettened tiny baby pussy with a 
sudden thrust. Forcing it deeper inside of her, 
penetrating deeper inside of her forbidden tightness, 
beyond the comfortable region where it fit snuggly, 
into the region where it had to tear its way in. It 
truly did feel like a puncturing bullet inside of her 
had hit an internal pressure point...

Marti cupped the region between her legs and knelt 
over. The sharp, inescapable pain was fresh in her mind 
but she was glad to have been distracted away from the 
painful past. She remembered she hated that crayon now 
and turned to look elsewhere, away from it as it 
finally came to a rest in the corner of the room. She 
no longer could see it as a child’s toy but only an 
instrument of BRUTAL pedo perversion. 

She reached down as her lovely delicate little fingers 
brushed the surface of her drawing. In purple mono-
color it showed a picture perfect stick figure happy 
family. A Daddy, mommy, a little boy, and 2 even 
smaller little girls all holding hands and smiling. As 
well as a box-house and a friendly sun shining down. 

However on the other side of the drawing were another 2 
little girls, but they both had frowns and were crying, 
purple tears streaked their faces and rained onto the 
floor. They were holding onto each other in a hug while 
next to them a LARGE MAN was looking down at them and 
grinning, but the dominant feature was the big monster 
cock he possessed. It took up almost a quarter of the 
page and was lined with purple veins and a peehole that 
looked more like a ravenous predator’s mouth that was 
about to envelope the 2 crying little girls. It was 
rather comical to see this thick jug of man meat 
jutting out of a stick figure body, especially the fact 
that it was drawn by a sexy lil 6yo girl.

Marti’s little fingertips brushed affectionately 
against her illustrated family. She had cried too much 
already these past few days, and crying here never 
helped with anything. It just made things worse, she 
had learnt that the HARD way. Her traumatized mind was 
now numb and dreamy. "I want to go home..." she 
whispered to herself. Her enchanting dark burnt copper 
eyes then shifted to that horrible snake cock thing 
that she had drawn, when she heard a bestial groan come 
from the next room...

Even the wall in between did nothing to muffle the 
dominance of it, nor confuse her overexposed little 6yo 
mind as to what was going on. She knew what, and how, 
groan by groan, she knew exactly what was going on. She 
had been there and done that all before. And she hated 
it. As every second went by, she couldn’t help but 
vividly imagine the disgusting sex things that her 
beloved big sis Ryanne was doing to pleasure Uncle 
Elliot and his grotesque and meaty member. 

Feeling as helpless as a super hot 6yo girl is to MALE 
LUST, Marti crawled over on her hands and knees like 
the little baby girl she was, to try and retreat under 
the bed. With her knees bunched up against her body and 
her arms cradling them, she sunk inside of the filthy, 
giant t-shirt, hoping it would act as some sort of tent 
and protect her from the terrible noises of PEDO LUST!
  
***

"Yaaaarrrrggghhh.... Ahhh... Ah. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You 
... argh... baby whore! That’s a girl... sweet baby 
slut cunt whore! ... argh... fucking preteen. You 
natural preteen little cocksucker! You musta picked it 
up from mommy!" Elliot Strainer was in ecstasy (no 
drugs necessary, just DOMINATE the hottest little 
girls), the frightening veins in his thick neck were 
straining as the senses of the ultimate oral pleasure 
gravitated throughout his entire body. He ran his 
massive hands through the silken flow of the 7yo’s 
glistening chestnut hair, so involved in the moment, it 
was like mimicking the long luxurious sliding of her 
dainty 7yo tongue along the length of his rock solid 8 
½ " cock.

"Arrgghhh ... fuck!" As her moist pink tongue tip 
brushed across his stretch swollen frenuleum he gripped 
hard midway down her long, loose hair that draped 
fluently down her arched back. The new, white metal 
framed bed he was sitting over the edge of creaked to 
the movements of his significant body weight.

"Uuuhhh!... Ow..." She instinctively moved her hands 
off his sweaty, busting ballsack that she had been 
gently massaging, and reached up to her hair to try and 
relieve the pulling pressure off her scalp. 

The tremendous feelings that had been zipping through 
his body from his red hot glowing meaty rod had 
momentarily stopped. What happened to the succulent wet 
flick of the 7yo’s pink tongue? Or the smooth pasting 
of her spit glossy 7yo petal lips? Or the gentle 
kneading of his cramped nuts with her cool, thin little 
7yo’s artisan fingers?

As the perfect pleasure subsided, he regained his 
senses and realized why. Looking down at his beautiful 
preteen captive, he was almost holding her off the 
ground by the taut strands of her silken brown hair. He 
hadn’t realized the strength of his grip on her 
earlier. He breathed heavily. He was actually relieved 
she had stopped her perfect baby blowjob perfection for 
the moment. He could feel his cock ‘breathing’ as it 
longed and anticipated for her next gentle 7yo touch. 
His pleasure and her humiliating and shameful torment 
would be able to last just that bit longer.

Strainer saw the little 7yo girl half kneeling over his 
solid knees, struggling and reaching up with her quaint 
arms and nervously tugging at his tensed and unsightly 
masculine hands with her small little girl’s hands, it 
was quite a mismatch. He looked at her eternally sad, 
pleading but still beautiful face. She was squirming 
several facial expressions that all amounted to 
discomfort. That understated button nose of hers 
wrinkled up, her rose tinted cheeks now flushed with 
more color and those gorgeous emerald eyes were wide, 
flushing and watering up so that they resembled 
pristine tropical lakes.

It made the scene that much better to see his obscenely 
raging hard-on pointed aggressively at her chest, in 
fact his cock brushed up her t-shirt as she rose up 
from performing on it. Leaving a telling wet stain 
trail on her now marked and faded little blue top.

He let her squirm around like that for a few more 
seconds, like a rare prize fish dangling on the end of 
a line. All the while she was whimpering out little 
vocal shots of pain in her sweet, heightened pitched 
voice. "Ow... ow... Ow..." Why was he hurting her? She 
thought she was doing exactly what he wanted in the 
best way she could. She could never be sure of anything 
now.

Finally he let go, much to her relief. She quickly sank 
back down and reaching behind her head smoothed down 
her lovely hair, and rubbing the spot on her head that 
hurt. "Fuck Ry, you little baby whore. You were doing 
so well, I couldn’t help it. Maybe you should go easy 
on that spot next time you little slut." He laughed and 
winked at her. At which Ryanne could only look back at 
him blankly. 

Her perfect angelic face was sad and dejected. Her head 
faced straight ahead, at his furry kneecaps, but her 
green eyes trailed northwards to look into his cruel, 
dominating dark brown eyes. It scared her to death to 
look at him, but she had to maintain eye contact at all 
times, or otherwise she would find out again exactly 
why she was so scared.

It truly was a magnificently wonderful scene. Inside 
Strainer’s dark bedroom with the blinds folded down. 
His purpose built secluded ‘Rape Ryanne and Marti’ 
holiday house was certainly serving its purpose well. 
Little 7yo Ryanne was now kneeling down at Uncle 
Elliot’s feet, defeated and frightened. She was wearing 
the same understatedly sexy preteen clothes that she 
had brought with her 4 days ago, when she thought she 
was actually going camping, back when she was innocent, 
back when she was still a virgin. 

Meanwhile Elliot Strainer was leaning back on the edge 
of his bed, with his thick arms supporting him like 
pillars to the side, his knees were locked together so 
that the perfectly pretty little girl on the ground in 
front of him had to climb up over them in a sexy effort 
to reach and perform on his throbbing and obscene pedo 
cock. It jutted through the large torn gap in his boxer 
shorts so that the whole package was free to reign 
terror on the youngster. 

All 8 ½" of pedo dominance peaked up and outwards like 
a spire of terror to her. Because of its large size and 
level of arousal, it was unusually grotesque, 
prominently hard and with swollen and straining 
purplish veins running across its entirety, it still 
shone in the dim light from the baby tongue basting 
Ryanne had previously given it. It looked to her like a 
cross between a mutated earthworm and a vicious 
stinging snake and the way it moved and hardened made 
her think it had a mind of its own. 

The enlarged cum-piss hole leaked the stinking, 
horrible thick salty ooze like a slug around the 
baseball prick head that was a menacing deep purple and 
it unwittingly caught her gaze like a magnet, even 
though she was so disgusted by it, she couldn’t help 
but look.

Uncle Elliot’s bloated and wrinkly scrotum was a dirty 
brown color. The skin was so rough and thick compared 
to her soft touch, it was like elephant hide. It was 
also almost concealed by his wavy, thick brown pubes 
that ringed around his MALE package like a mighty 
lion’s mane. She hated those hairs, they were so yucky 
and just made everything there look even scarier and 
dirtier. 

She hated the feel of his ‘nutsack’ as he would call 
it. It stunk so bad whenever she got near, of sweat and 
penis slime. It also felt so gross to her and even 
though the skin there was so wrinkly and thick, it 
always formed droplets of sweat on the surface that 
made her want to puke and made her delicate finger tips 
stick to it whenever she had to lightly play with his 2 
pedo cum-laden balls...

Even though their very illegal intimate engagement was 
unexpectedly cut short, he was actually glad that the 
immense pressure of her baby mouth coupled with her 
smooth little stroker-tongue had been able to subside 
before the brink of pedo cummage. This allowed his nuts 
to fill up with more scalding seed with which to 
eventually coat and terrify her with, as well as make 
her work that cock all over again like the underaged 
chop slut that she was. He had to admit that even his 
mighty cock was suffocating in preteen pleasure and 
that he was pleased to be given some breathing space 
before he forced the 7yo to complete her task of oral 
gratification. 

His cock was truly tingling uncontrollably now, in 
anticipation to all that she had to offer. It took 
several long, and pleasurable hours over the past few 
days to transform her into the cock slobbering 7yo 
preteen slut that she was now, if not in will than at 
least in skill. But that was the way he liked it. She 
and Marti were such a perfect angel princess good girls 
who would do anything to retain their innocence, and 
that was what he loved so much about them. It 
encouraged him to think that each time they were doing 
something sexual for him, it was real rape in every 
sense of the word! And not to mention the fact that 
they were only 6yo and 7yo!

Now as his hardened rape member protruded proudly out 
in the air, beckoning for more of her baby oral 
attention he let out a wild sigh that made her shudder. 
"Aaaarrrgghh..." Strainer was very proud of the power 
of his penis to totally demolish and break the spirit 
of a once joy-bursting baby cunt. "Comon baby whore. He 
wants more. Go and help yourself to a mouthful." He 
beamed and nodded to her sunken form kneeling at his 
feet. 

Ryanne looked up again sadly. The gigantic rape saber 
cock loomed above her like the shadow of an awful 
warplane about to drop bombs and inducing a depressing 
sense of doom. 

She hated sucking on that gigantic snake pee-pee dicky 
thing, or giving a ‘baby blowjob’ as he kept calling 
it. Why did he make her do such a grown up thing if he 
kept calling her a baby? That thought just added to her 
confusion about the whole obscene situation. She 
previously had no idea people even did this! Let alone 
her! To her the act simply did not exist in the 
confines of her 7yo reality, the first time he made her 
put that gross ‘thing’ in her mouth she simply couldn’t 
believe it! 

The stench from it was so bad and stale, along with its 
grotesque appearance that whenever he forced her to 
bring her face close to it, it made her now wide and 
fearful eyes well up, similar to the way onions would. 
Her delicate little petal lips tremble in reaction to 
the revolting yucky thing she would have to do. 

The disgusting ‘monster worm thing’ terrified her so 
much. It made her shake with anxiousness every time it 
was free in the air, because she knew first hand the 
pain and hurt that it was capable of.

And now it was happening again. She had already been at 
it for the last 10 minutes until he made her stop so 
suddenly. Now kneeling down in front of him to only 
knee height and staring directly up at ‘it’, the full 
revoltion of the act of oral sex occurred to her tiny 
preteen pea brain again. The little girl just couldn’t 
bring herself to do it again, despite her deathly fear 
of Uncle Elliot and the repercussions of disobedience. 
She turned her beautiful face down to the ground, 
trying intently to focus her gaze on the hem of her 
upturned skirt to distract her from the punishment she 
would no doubt receive, or at least try and beg or 
explain herself out of it without looking at Elliot’s 
truly intimidating MALE figure. 

"What are you doing Ryanne?" He started off in a 
soothing whisper. "Climb up here and start sucking baby 
whore." He motioned to his sickeningly enraged BRUTAL 
FUCKING tool. 

"Nuh..." An utterly petrified Ryanne could only shake 
her darling head slowly, allowing her gorgeous long 
hair to toss around, and let out a weak sniveling 
whine, it was more of a squeak really.

"What?! You’re not going to finish the job...?" Did she 
actually have the nerve to refuse?!

"Uh...uh...I c...can’t d...do it an...anymore..... 
Please Uncle Elliot. I really can’t! H... haven’t I 
already done it good already? Y...you even said so. I 
j...just can’t do it anymore. P...please I can’t. Can I 
just r...rub it please? I promise I’ll... I’ll make it 
good. I swear I can do it good... Please." The fallen 
preteen angel now crossed her skinny arms against her 
body, in an instinctive effort to feel more secure. 

However Uncle Elliot would never be that lenient to 
take that shit from a sexy lil girl. "You fucking 
little slut! You stupid useless worthless whore fucking 
slut sucking little cuntlet! You’ll do whatever the 
fuck I say! So get the fuck up here and start sucking 
my cock you fucking baby cunt! Up fucking now!" His 
mockingly placid wood-toned eyes instantly transformed 
into the furious devil! Snarling his large teeth and 
showering the little sweetie down below with bubbling 
yellowish spit as his tree trunk arms tensed up to form 
punching fists. 

The sweetie Ryanne whimpered as tears finally melted 
from those enchanting green eyes of hers and slid down 
her fresh and smooth distraught face. It took 
significantly more to make her cry now. Little girls’ 
tears were now sparse, but still highly prized. She 
clutched her crossed arms tighter against her small 
body. Her pretty, sky blue painted fingernails dug into 
her delicate soft skin causing bruised indentations and 
she hung her head even lower, trying to shorten her 
neck and just hide or disappear, wishing she were more 
like a turtle. She was so scared that she was 
shivering. 

Her sensible mind tried to will her on to just keep 
quiet and just climb up over his knees and suck on him, 
just like he wanted. But her subconscious cruelly kept 
flashing the memory of the rancid, gut wrenching taste 
of it on her stuttering little mouth. She truly was 
caught in two moments. As her perfect preteen body made 
the slightest shuffle to get up to do the deed, she 
would then freeze and be unable to continue her journey 
up the mountain to be a preteen cocksucker. 

The preteen knew that her hesitation was dangerous, but 
she didn’t know what to do! She dropped down to the 
floor again, this time curling her whole body over 
against the floor, closer resembling the turtle form 
that she wanted and began sobbing pitifully. "*sob* 
*sniff* P... *sob* please U... U... Uncle E...Ehiot... 
I c... can’t do i... it any... eee... m... m...hore 
*sob* . P... please don’t hurt me! Please! I... can 
still rub you good, I c... c...han!" Her weak attempt 
for mercy and forgiveness was matched by her equally 
weak crouched over form that was clutched tight and 
shaking, her once composed and straight hair now an 
octopus tangled mess in all directions over her back 
and head.

Fuck this is hot Elliot thought. 7yo baby fucking slut 
cunt begging for mercy. He needed more of that, she was 
halfway there. Now she needed to be hurt and punished! 
With his gigantic combat boot-clad foot he swung it out 
to his right and THUMP! Caught her under her left arm 
right into her fragile little body. The force was 
enough to make her fly a foot to her right and flip her 
over. 

"Ugh... *cough* ... Ugghhh... Uh... ow... owww... *sob* 
*sob* *sob* uhuh...uhuh ... ooohhh.... Ooowww *sob* uuh 
owww!" Ryanne the preteen beauty was now writhing on 
her back clutching the spot on her belly that felt like 
had been stomped by an elephant. Her eyes were rapidly 
blinking as tears spilled out and she heard the drops 
patter down onto the floor by the side of her face as 
her face was wrinkled and contorted in pain. 

She didn’t notice the large shadow of the boot glide 
past her face until it was already down on her young 
chest pressing down. As the pressure increased she 
thought she was going to be crushed to death. She began 
making loud coughing and choking noises to try and make 
him stop, but then desperately tried to push his size 
14 foot off of her body with her weak arms to no avail 
and then just cried helplessly. She coughed and 
grimaced her always pretty face as she now felt the 
pressure against her belly. 

After only a few seconds, but to her an unbearable 
eternity, the pressure finally stopped. She rolled over 
onto her side and breathed heavily, tears and saliva 
mixing at the creases at the edge of her lips as she 
coughed herself to life. "Here have a tissue slut." 
Elliot reached over and grabbed a tissue from the side 
of his bed and threw it down on the still, bawling 
little girl. It floated slowly down and landed on her 
upturned left shoulder like a flower petal on a young 
bridesmaid. She slowly reached for it and wiped up her 
face, it helped to subside the waterworks. She then 
just stayed lying down as still as a battered preteen 
slut.

"Well?!" Strainer looked down impatiently at his 
unfortunate prize, giving her a much more restrained 
nudge with the same boot. He had been ultimately 
aroused by watching the perfectly pretty 7yo in such 
absolute distress, especially since he had inflicted 
it. The soft, light feel of her body against the end of 
his foot and her resultant pain was just the icing on 
the cake! His already mega hard phallus had just popped 
another few veins and hardened into structural grade 
steel. It got to the point where it was next to 
unbearably uncomfortable, as if his rapist pedo cock 
was about to explode if it did not get to feed on 
preteen!

She wiped her face again with the edge of her already 
dirty short sleeve and as if in slow motion, pushed 
herself up onto her knees with considerable difficulty 
because of her bruised belly. She sobbed once more as 
she reached up and hoisted herself higher to stand by 
grabbing hold of each of Strainer’s dry and hairy 
kneecaps that were larger than her small hands. The 
scale of size difference between the two, as well as 
age, factored into creating one of the sexiest pairings 
out. 

In a broken, trance-like state Ryanne let her face flop 
down as her body rose up to meet and please the 
ravenous cock. The line of sight of her dull, down-
turned stare resulted in following Uncle Elliot’s legs 
upwards, like a sorrowful death march. From his just 
plain frightening, black, heavy laced combat boots to 
his ugly and smelly sewer green socks, then to the 
length of his unsightly thick shins carpeted with 
scratching stubble-thick dark blonde hairs. 

The momentum of doom was interrupted when her sight 
reached his knees, since they were covered with her own 
nice little girly hands. She liked the shiny blue 
polish on her fingernails. They always used to make her 
feel special and pretty because other girls at school 
didn’t wear it. 

She paused momentarily upon seeing the opaque and 
beautifully marbled jade bracelet upon her left wrist. 
She had worn it constantly since she was 3yo. It had 
become an even more comfortable, permanent feature to 
her than a watch is to some others. She knew her Daddy 
bought it for her, and he would always remind her the 
story behind it and how fittingly beautiful it was for 
a girl like her. She had been so used to it being on 
her body that it became unnoticeable to her. She didn’t 
realize what it truly meant until now when for what 
seemed like the first time she saw it as separate to 
her own body. 

"Daddy... mommy...home..." She thought of, and mouthed 
those 3 words with her super tender rose tinted lips 
before closing her eyes tightly shut, squeezing out the 
last precious tears and opened her tiny pert mouth into 
a perfect lower case ‘O’ and rolling her tongue to the 
back of her mouth. She leaned forward to the awful 
stench of the enlarged, throbbing and heat-radiating 
cock head. Her mouth wavered again at the stench and 
knowledge of the bad disgusting dirty thing she was 
about to do. With her lower jaw rhythmically 
oscillating between the lower case ‘O’ and a semi-
circle while her cute button nose wrinkled up slightly 
as she got close, as too her eyelids squeezed even more 
tightly shut. 

The stench was overwhelming and intoxicating, dried 
piss and the heavy odor of cum crust and flakes caked 
along the fringes of the turgid wrinkled foreskin that 
was rolled right back to reveal a bloated red prick 
head in full bloom. Not only that, but the continual 
ooze of gooey precum seemed to act as an enhancer to 
all of those sickening smells of raw cock power.

Just before her irresistible 7yo mouth made contact 
with the simmering, bloated prick head she quickly took 
her hands off his knees and she slid the polished 
smooth jade bracelet off her wrist, and let it drop 
with a saddening clatter to the floor where it then 
wheeled under the bed and out of sight. Now that she 
realized how significant it was and what it 
represented, she couldn’t bear to be doing the filthy 
disgusting act of a baby blowjob in the loving presence 
of her family - Daddy, mommy, her little bro and twin 
sisters and everything else that home was. She didn’t 
want to do this. In her overworked 7yo little girl’s 
mind she kept telling herself "I’m sorry. This isn’t 
me. I don’t want to. I don’t have a choice..." 

Ryanne’s oh-so-soft junior lips finally planted a 
gentle open mouthed ‘kiss’ right over the slimy cock 
head. Her tiny 7yo mouth would always struggle to 
engulf the whole girth of the cock at once, so she 
always had to start off with a piece and then struggle 
to slide her way down like a true oral slut. 

That first contact was electric as she planted herself 
just on the tip of his prick again. "Aaarrggghhh..." 
Strainer at last sighed in both relief and discomfort 
as his cock was soothed by her gentle suction, but also 
the amazing sensation it caused sent a shocking nerve-
wracking jolt throughout his body that made him 
shuffle, wagging his insane vertical lump of veiny 
muscle against her soft lips. 

He combed his hands through her long luxurious chestnut 
hair once more, smoothing down the messed up and 
tangled tresses straight and gorgeous again, down the 
length of her small back. His strong, domineering touch 
on her body made Ryanne forget her constantly lingering 
apprehensions for the time being, and get into the 
rhythm again of performing forbidden preteen oral sex 
like a 7yo slut.

Uncle Elliot’s golden rule was always ‘continual eye 
contact’. She always had to look up at him with her 
helplessly sparkling green little eyes no matter how 
scary he seemed. But it was just so horrible, looking 
into his soul and his direct reaction to what she was 
doing to him and his disgusting ‘thing’ made her feel 
so bad and dirty. This was S-E-X at its fullest and she 
would be doing it just like bad teenage girls more than 
twice her age! 

Each of his groans, and scary lust stares would 
instinctively cause her to close her legs and tense her 
baby body and also heighten her senses to the taste and 
smell of the rotten mushroom cock. It made her that 
much more aware of what she was doing, all the filthy 
things her busy little mouth and tongue and lips were 
doing just to please him. 

She fearfully remembered the golden rule and glanced up 
to him scared and submissively once more. She saw the 
wicked lust stare of his that made her gulp. To him the 
visual of the gorgeous little preteen girl looking 
right into him like his slut as she was forced to 
pleasure him in the most intimate way was simply a 
world-beater. It was so pedo hot! He could see her 
sublime face and all of the special little tricks she 
was doing to his boiling hot prick, and the full 
expression of disgust and fear accompanied by her nut 
busting actions.

"Comon Ry baby whore. That’s a sweetie... Argh... Keep 
going. You know what to do." Uncle Elliot looked at her 
intently and nodded as he brushed her with his chubby 
fingertips across her unblemished forehead. The preteen 
slut took a deep slurping breath that bubbled baby spit 
against his gaping peehole. "Aaarrgghh... Fuck. Good 
cunt." Strainer tossed his head back and roughly slid 
his hands down her smooth, thin arms as she raised them 
up so her piano-honed little preteen girl fingers could 
tickle and fondle his bulging ball sack, the same way 
she used to tickle her siblings when they played 
innocently.

With her breath of fresh cock air she dived down, 
gradually and slowly widening that lower case ‘o’ into 
a big ‘O’. Her sweet lips slid smoothly and teasingly 
down his fired prick head until her tiny 7yo mouth had 
swallowed the entire putrid golf ball. The fluid baby 
saliva that she allowed to drip out of her mouth 
provided a perfect natural lubricant. "Mmppphhff..." 
She mumbled as she breathed with her rose tinted cheeks 
stretched with the cock head, her sad green eyes still 
locked on tantalizingly. Fuck she was just so sexy!

With her tiny pink tongue tucked away at the back of 
her mouth it was now brushing its sloppy way across his 
jerking prickhead. Running and exploring gently right 
across the precum hole and gaping piss slit. 
"Mmpphhfff... mmmppuuuhhh..." The 7yo mumbled again as 
she got creative and circled her tongue around the 
head, rolling it back and forth around and around the 
most sensitive patches and then striking her little 
pleasure giver in jabs across the four quarters of the 
package of meat that was in her mouth, dashing the 
sides of the shuddering cock head with fore and back 
strokes. 

It was just so fucking pedo hot as he saw her bulging 
little cheeks filled with MAN MEAT and saw that cheeky 
preteen tongue of hers moving all over the place in 
correlation with his extreme pleasure. Then he saw it 
disappear as it lapped the underside onto his frenuleum 
in fast but timely flicks that were so light it was 
true teasing foreplay. "Yaarrrgghh... fucking..." He 
groaned uncontrollably as her sleepy little eyes 
widened in a knowing way that she was doing something 
special. "What a fucking little slut." He thought. 

Next she slid her little fingertips up from his sperm-
laden scrotum and slowly and gently tapped upwards on 
his hardened veiny shaft until they reached up to her 
own lips and the base of the head. "Uuuhhh... 
aaahhh...huuuhh..." She breathed a sigh as she slid her 
glossy coated lips up off the heaven-sent head with her 
long preteen tongue still wagging and brushing back and 
forth in preteen pleasure strokes across it as her 
mouth retreated upwards. She was going to do the ‘baby 
blowjob drool’ one of Uncle Elliot’s favorite moves. 

The little fuck muffin deposited a heavy dosing of baby 
drool onto the pulsating head and brushed upwards 
against it with her bottom lip as she removed her mouth 
from it, similar to what her tongue had been doing 
before. At the same time she raised her head up while 
still looking at him like a 7yo whore by widening her 
attractive bright green eyes while a line of baby drool 
still connected her mouth and lips to his spit dumped 
prick head and slowly licked across her upper lips with 
that soft, smooth and wet baby tongue of hers. She was 
giving the absolutely hottest fucking pedo preteen 
visual ever. 

But as she raised her neck up and lengthened the drool 
line, her delicate and thin little fingers closed 
around the bottom of the head, just to where the 
foreskin was and with a bit more pressure they slid 
down to the base. It felt like his cock was bursting at 
the seams! Her cute preteen slutty shiny blue painted 
fingernails made it look and feel even hotter. 

It was a one-hit process that would always leave his 
body feeling drained, with all the energy being zapped 
into his fucking raging hard-on. The 7yo next lowered 
her face down to the cock again and began gently 
blowing air all over the head with her peaked little 
petal lips before closing in and dotting it with gentle 
peck-kisses. 

Finally her small, warm tongue peeped out between her 
lips and started stroking all over just like a 
lollipop. "Aaarrrggghh... fuckin... good little girl... 
fuck Ryanne you baby whore... that’s it. Just like a 
baby lollipop you 7yo slut!" Methodically she licked 
long smooth and sloppy strokes up the length of the 
shaft, going around in strips of pleasure, each time 
when she got to the head though she brushed her tongue 
across ways before starting again from the bottom. 

"Uuuggghhaaahhhh!!! Fuck! Baby cunt! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 
Sluuuuuuuuuuuut!" It didn’t take much more of this, 
despite the harmlessly gentle pressure of the 7yo’s 
tongue to cause a plain fucking CUMSPLOSION! 

"Yuuuhhh!.... Igh.. Ugh... Ick... Uuuhhhh!" The preteen 
cock sucker squealed disgustedly and in fright as on 
the tip of her tongue she had felt a flood of heat, and 
in her little hands she had felt a gigantic cock 
rumble. In a fucking flash she was going deaf to Uncle 
Elliot’s terrifying monster yells and his painful bear 
grip on her tiny shoulders, holding her in place as his 
yucky cock-thing blasted her pretty little face with 
CUM! She tried to turn her head away but was just 
fucking coated in the first wave as she wrinkled her 
face and shut her eyes, but some stinging thick ooze 
cum globs still got in and just fucking lined and 
coated the smooth skin of her cheeks and nose. It was 
like someone had thrown a bucket of cum-wax on her 
face!

"Stay the fuck still... Yaarrgghh... Aaarrgghh.... 
Fuckin... Fuck... Baby cunt!!!" He shook her hard until 
she was powerless but to just keep her face right in 
front of the boiling firing line and sob like a baby 
slut. It was fucking funny to see her just coated in 
lumpy hot thick globs of the disgusting yellow tinged 
ooze. As she cried and spluttered it bubbled up on her 
face. The interrupted sobs of her sweet voice were so 
perfect, like little hiccups made by an angel. 

Finally after 3 massive loads of cummage, the cock 
jerked violently with no more juice. She just stood 
there as tense as a perfect statue, with her arms 
straight and tight against her body and her shoulders 
hunched up as her face bubbled and dripped with cum 
ooze. She could hardly cry much any more as the cum 
pooled at her mouth each time she did. "Oooohh baby 
whore Ryanne. That is such a nice face plateful of cum 
you have. Hahaha." Strainer was breathing heavily after 
the insanely intense baby blowjob experience, but still 
had his trademark beaming grin. "Now eat it all up! 
Baby cunt! Eat it!" He gave her another soft boot to 
her stomach. She keeled over and coughed and whimpered. 
She tried to say something as her little lips vibrated, 
but the only noise that came out were a series of sobs 
as she didn’t want to open her mouth wider. 

"Just poke your sexy little tongue out and lick it up! 
Just like milk and cream baby cunt. Yummy for your 
cunny. Especially made for sluts!" He mocked and 
laughed. But now he was losing patience, "Fucking do 
it!!!" He made an obvious noise as he raised a mighty 
limb to strike her.
"*sob sob sob*" In plain terror she quickly poked the 
tip of her tongue out to dab around her lips at the 
disgusting and rapidly thinning liquid that began to 
drip all over her. She tasted a small drop and 
swallowed it. She hated cum! She hated doing this baby 
blowjob all the more because she always had to eat that 
disgusting gunk. 

"Fuck! Lap it up like a slut!" WHACK! SLAP! He gave her 
2 hard smacks on her left shoulder, the force was hard 
enough to rock her light and weak 7yo frame.
"*sob sob sob*! Owww... ouucchhhh..... *sob*" She 
rubbed her sore shoulder as she licked up all around 
her lips gathering a mouthful of the gross slop. The 
smell was so strong, so putrid, just like cock, it made 
the task almost impossible. She tried to swallow first 
go. 

"Bllluuurrr....uuurrrgghhhh...uuhhhh..." she managed to 
gulp some down but gagged at the rest of the mouthful 
and it streamed out between her lips and dribbled down 
her chin. 

"Fuckin more! More! More!" SLAP! Another brutal smack 
was dutifully delivered on the same spot to the poor 
beautiful child. She sobbed and cried as she 
desperately tried licking all around her own face where 
she could reach, eventually with her own hands clawing 
the gunk and smoothing it down her face to near her 
lips in a panic and licking it up. 

Only about ¼ of the CUM she managed to swallow, she 
wretched and gagged at the rest, letting it dribble 
down her face and chin but she cupped her little hands 
and wiped it on her own skin so that not too much would 
go on the floor and so she wouldn’t be punished for it. 
She was a bright girl, so was now quite accustomed to 
his perverse thinking of how she should best please 
him. 

"That is fucking good. But if you don’t swallow at 
least half next time... We will have real sex again. Do 
you want that?" 
"N...nuh...no... p...please... I’ll be good Uncle 
Elliot *sob*... P...Please I... d...don’t want real... 
s...sex *sob* N...next time I’ll *sob* swa...swallow 
m...hore..." The 7yo beauty with her eyes half open 
shook her head frantically. For fear of another BRUTAL 
FUCKING!!!

"We’ll find out." An amused Elliot Strainer smirked. 
"Now clean up this slut mess!" 

"Y...yes!" Ryanne chirped in panic. A fair amount of 
CUM had splattered on the floor. The 7yo little girl 
was now rolling around in it so that her clothes would 
absorb it, the way he liked her to clean. Her broken 
spirit breathed in faint relief as she felt his gaze 
and attention shift off her as his cruel cock softened 
and the bed creaked as his weight was lifted from it. 
He got up and walked out of the room, leaving her like 
a preteen slut stretching her sexy preteen cutoff T-
shirt and her skirt out in front of her to dab up the 
CUM like a sponge. 

***

Already hiding under the bed, the darkness that would 
have been cause for nightmares for Marti and any other 
6yo child like her had now become a temporary, 
comfortable safe-haven. But even though she could block 
out the sights of him, Uncle Elliot, she couldn’t 
escape his primeval mating call. 

His guttural groan of pleasure made her sick to her 
stomach and elicited memories and tastes of giving 
preteen head. The little 6yo girl thought it was the 
most disgusting thing in the world. The BRUTAL veiny 
rod of slime-leaking, hardened flesh was always the 
monster in her nightmares now, and to have that 
gigantic piss hose inside of her mouth and have to ‘do 
things’ to it made her feel violated despite her young 
age, but most of all shameful and depressed, in much 
the same way a raped hot teenage slut would feel.

She rolled around in the dark on the cold floor under 
the bed, singing the words "Oooohhh be quiet. Please be 
quiet. I don’t want to hear. Lalalalala. Stop stop 
stop. Oooohh why am I here? I don’t want to see that 
thing." With her cock hardeningly sweet 6yo voice to 
herself to prevent his beastial roars from penetrating 
her mind. 

Unfortunately for her it didn’t work. Each of his 
frightening MALE pleasure calls elicited images of her 
lovely sister and best friend Ryanne performing the 
sluttiest preteen blowjob. All the little intricacies 
that they were forced to perform in order to make that 
terrible pee-pee cock thing expand and ‘vomit’ slime on 
them she felt, even with her gullible 6yo mind, was 
just plain wrong. All of that kissing, all of that 
licking and all of that sucking, rubbing and stroking 
on such a revolting thing as Uncle Elliot’s ginormous, 
oozing, purple penis so intimately close to her face 
felt so unnatural and always made her cry.

It wasn’t long however until she heard his voice raised 
in fear-inducing anger, followed by the harsh, 
shattering sound of smacks and the disturbing, but 
mellow melody of a little girl bawling. The sound of 
the blows against Ryanne’s tender preteen flesh had 
just about brought pain to her own wriggling little 
body, and also reached to the depths of her innocent 
and kind heart. The bond between the 2 could be 
comparable to the closest of twins, and to hear her 
strong big sis, and self-proclaimed protector being 
mashed like a slut and crying out hopelessly for mercy 
made her impressionable young mind explore all of the 
possibilities that Ryanne might die or be badly hurt.

"No... no... noooo. Aiiieeeee....!" Marti squealed at 
the thoughts, her tormented 6yo body rocking around on 
the floor, back and forth rather violently to cope with 
her internal angst and occasionally banging against the 
bed legs. It felt as if the ringing sound of the 
shocking smacks, coupled with Ryanne’s cries of pain 
and her disheartening sobs were never ending in the 
darkness. In that moment that fussy, spoilt little 
preteen cuntlet Marti felt like the darkness was now no 
longer a comfort, but more the place of nightmares that 
she used to think it was, like it was suffocating her. 
Desperately she scampered out from under the bed and 
jumped up on it before rolling up into a ball and 
trying to sing the same words. Ironically she became a 
bit relieved at the renewed and insatiable groans of 
pleasure from Uncle Elliot when they had finally 
returned that replaced the BRUTAL noise of strong blows 
against tender 7yo flesh in between the squeaky sobs of 
the little girl.

Lying down on the bed, rigid as a perfect little doll 
and staring blankly up at the polished white ceiling, 
Marti gave in and allowed the overwhelming sexual 
noises coming from the next room to permeate her mind 
with images of MAN on 7yo little girl sexual filth, all 
the way through to the earth shaking climax and 
Ryanne’s faint, sweet voice tinged with the desperation 
of her helpless youth being matched up against a much 
more powerful and matured MAN. 

The 6yo pageant winner was relieved it was finally over 
for her beloved sister, even though she could still 
hear her muffled pleas through the wall and could taste 
and feel the revolting taste and feel of the slimy cum 
goo all over herself in flashback. She even wrinkled up 
her pretty preteen face in disgust and tossed her 
tongue around inside of her mouth while squeezing her 
cheeks, as if to get the ropey gunk out of her mouth 
even though her 6yo oral cavity was empty. That is how 
much CUM revolted her and how much she hated that 
symbol of MALE essence...

"UHHH...!" Marti screamed, her bones just about jumping 
out of her body in shocked fright. Elliot Strainer was 
amused as he briskly stormed into the next room, 
startling the absolutely gorgeous little 6yo girl who 
was squirming around on the bed, and swiping at her 
face as if she had accidentally swallowed a live 
earthworm. She stopped her cute and funny little 
motions and sat up suddenly like a mechanical hinge. 
Her normally narrow, deep and dark eyes were wide open, 
looking at him with a delicious mixture of surprise, 
fear and insecurity. 

Fuck she looked so sexy in that oversized and crude 
trailer trash t-shirt. Exactly like the hapless abused 
little 6yo cunt she was. She had her long legs spread 
at a slight angle, with her knees bent and her little 
feet planted flat on the bed. Her body was tense and 
upright while her hands reached down and grasped at her 
ankles. 

Because of the upward angle of her thighs, the hem of 
the t-shirt had slid off her legs back down to her 
pussy, leaving her delicately yellow-tanned and lovely 
6yo legs sheer and naked as well as the side of her 
pert and smooth little butt. She was so startled and 
scared by his sudden arrival that the speed with which 
she sat up had not allowed her to adjust herself or 
cover herself up. 

Each slow step he took towards her, he savored her 
increasingly worried expression. Her eyes fixed on him, 
and her petite rose petal lips and perfect ‘o’ mouth 
frequently opening and closing in rapid little breaths, 
as if she was trying to think of something safe to say 
but was unable to. He laughed mischievously as he saw 
her gaze quickly shoot downwards and then back, from 
his heavy but free flaccid cock, still moist with the 
blissful markings of her sister’s baby blowjob. 

When he got right to the edge of the bed he dropped his 
knees down and knelt down on it, he was now only a foot 
away from the delicate preteen princess. As the bed 
sunk down with his body weight she shuffled around on 
the spot very uncomfortably, his hideous, fat snake 
cock thing was right at her face level but she dared 
not look at it because she knew it would arouse his 
attention even more. But having his overbearing figure 
so close and virtually on top of her, she couldn’t help 
but hunch up and bring her slightly spread and bent 
legs close together as well as frantically pull down 
the edge of the thin t-shirt to cover up her knees and 
exposed bottom.

Strainer chuckled at seeing her trying to maintain some 
6yo girly modesty. He reached out with his thick, 
chubby hand and stroked her on the left side of her 
smooth cheek before letting his hand trail down her 
body to touch the baby soft flesh of her naked legs 
below her knees. Fuck, he had a perfect 6yo baby cunt 
all to himself that he could molest at will, she was 
all his. Pedo life is perfect. 

His perverse, intrusive touch on her sensitive young 
skin made her cringe. She felt a cold and sickening 
tickle in her stomach and right up her spine as his 
hand clawed its way underneath the hem of the t-shirt 
to molest her thighs and work its way up close to her 
baby pussy. 

"So what has my little girl been doing by herself in 
this room? Have you been a good girl Marti-ni?" He 
asked as he pinched and kneaded the top of her thighs 
close to her baby pussy, causing her pain. 

"Y...yes Uncle Elliot. I have." She managed to snivel. 
"I... I was just drawing."

"Oh did you now?" He scanned the room looking for her 
picture, seeing the pathetic 6yo purple colored scrawl 
behind him. "I see. How lovely." With his other arm he 
turned around to pick it up off the floor. Marti now 
felt a bit embarrassed as she saw him studying the 
picture bemusedly, she was also hoping he didn’t take 
offence to what it all meant.
  
"That’s nice Marti-ni. I think I’ll keep this one." He 
looked at her from behind the drawing and tore it in 
half. The harsh sound of tearing paper made her cower. 
He turned around one of the halves to show her, it was 
the one of her happy family. Suddenly his face morphed 
into a monstrous snarl. "Yaaarrgghhh!" He yelled at her 
as he violently ripped it up into shreds right in front 
of her, showering her with the scraps of her art like 
worthless confetti. 

"Uuuhhh!" The nastiness and scariness of the action 
made her reactively pull the collar of the t-shirt up 
over her face and cry in utter dejection at the 
destruction of her very own illustration of her lovely 
family, the one refuge away from this horrible ordeal. 
She shut her eyes as tight as she could but couldn’t 
help a flood of tears being squeezed down her divine 
little face.

Fuck, it was moments like these that he lived for, and 
he didn’t even have to have his cock shoved into any 
slut either. The reactions these little princesses gave 
him was priceless entertainment. It gave him an 
unbeatable warm and fuzzy feeling inside. "It is 
actually a beautiful little drawing you have here 
Marti-ni. I think I’ll stick it onto the fridge." He 
chortled, as he waved the amusing strip that depicted 
him and his mutated monster cock about to ‘eat’ his two 
little preteen pets in front of her, even though she 
couldn’t see because she was hiding like a turtle 
inside the t-shirt. 

"It’s too bad you’re not interested in your own work 
baby whore. Hold on here." He smirked. "What did you 
draw this with? Of course... that ‘special’ purple 
crayon we use." He looked around the room and saw it 
motionless in the corner. "Ah there it is! I think we 
can have some fun with that crayon without even drawing 
anything now. Don’t you think Marti-ni?"

The 6yo shuddered and shook her whole body trying to 
express a ‘NO’. She cried even louder. Her muffled 
voice trying to break through. "N...nuh...nooo... *sob* 
Unnccchhhllee Eeewwwiot. P... pleasshhe don’t! I... it 
hurt too muchhhh lasshht tiiime...!" 

"Sorry sweetie. I can’t hear you. Why don’t you pull 
your face up so I can see and hear how pretty you are."

The preteen pulled the collar down and brought her head 
out, it scraped her face as the fabric stuck to her 
sticky, wet, tear-stained face. She struggled to 
compose herself as she tried to speak clearly. "*sniff 
sniff* P... please Uncle Elliot. Don’t use the crayon. 
Please, please, please... It... it hurts too much 
*sob*. I... I... I... just don’t... pleeeease... *sob 
sob sob*." She began bawling again, knowing that 
whatever she wanted never meant anything, no matter 
what she said. 

She instinctively squeezed her legs shut, hoping it 
would never get inside of her again. "Please... 
please... please." She blubbered in her angelically 
sweet 6yo voice as she resorted to physical begging by 
keeling over and crawling to him so she could sob 
against his large body in wretched preteen patheticism. 
Fuck this was just so sexy!

She had her face pressed against the bed quilt as she 
dragged herself across to him, so she was essentially 
crawling blindly. When she got close enough and could 
sense the heat of his body she bravely reached her hand 
up to try and to try and touch his arm, but her teeny 
cool little fingers accidentally brushed against his 
firm, putrid cock-flop. Taken aback she quickly 
recoiled. "I suppose that could work as well sweetie." 
Elliot chuckled. The delicate brush of her cool little 
fingers made his over sensitized cock jump excitedly. 

"Uh-oh. That was a bad mistake." Marti thought to 
herself. She may have awakened the beast. She retracted 
backwards, at a loss of what to do to preserve the 
sanctity of her innocent 6yo body. 

"Well sweetie. I’m gonna leave it up to you. I think 
you’ve already found the way. I suppose there’s 
something you can do for me if you don’t want the 
crayon. Look, I’m gonna count to 5 for you to do it, 
and if you don’t I’m gonna get the crayon." Strainer 
was beaming now. It was a catch-22 of victory for him, 
defeat and humiliation for her. He could feel the rush 
of blood expanding his swag of MAN MEAT once more.

"1...2" She quickly made her move. Upturning her 
beautiful, shining wet face, her long glossy black hair 
had stuck in various places, each of the separated 
strands forming to resemble a fan. "3...4" She shuffled 
over like a preteen sex pet to the cock and reached for 
it with both hands, linking her fingers and squeezing 
the meaty prick head before sliding her soft, young 
hands firmly down the frightening cock shaft, folding 
the foreskin back and shooting a wave of pleasure right 
throughout Strainer’s body. "5...Yaaarrgghhh. Fuuuuck. 
Good baby whore cunt."

The 6yo girl looked up at him sadly, in rhythm to her 
cock-cradling little hands sliding up and down the 
hyper nerves of the rapidly expanding cock, as if to 
communicate to him "See, I’ve made a choice." But she 
didn’t want to talk. To hear the sound of her own 
voice, while doing this yucky immoral act would just 
make her feel even more ashamed. But she’d stopped 
crying now, all she had was just a blank and eternally 
sad expression. The only interruptions of her silent 
destitution were occasional sniffles as tears somehow 
got up her nose. 

Strainer looked down at her knowingly. His own 
expression was a mixture of elevating ecstatic 
pleasure, coupled with satisfied contentment at ogling 
down into the miserable dark pitched eyes of one of the 
most beautiful little 6yo baby sluts, resigning herself 
to being a preteen cock slut, and a mutual 
understanding that she was his and would have to do all 
that she could to please and pleasure the cock, even 
though she hated it. Fear and terror was the only way 
in turning such pure innocence BAD. 

"Igghh.... Aaahhh... Baby whore what are you gonna do 
for Uncle Elliot huh? Comon show me. Show Uncle Elliot 
what you can do for the big fat cock! And it better be 
goooood." Elliot brushed the sticking, dark strands 
away from her face with both hands, smoothing her 
silken shoulder-length hair back so it regained its 
bouncy ‘preteen beauty pageant’ form in thick layers 
across her slight shoulders and her upper back. With 
her minute, piercing, dark brown pupils locked on his 
she slowed down the pace of her baby jerk-off but 
increased the pressure. Visibly putting in effort with 
all of her feeble 6yo strength to stroke the insanely 
hard and large MALE muscle that she held. 

Thick, slimy precum now seeped out of the piss slit, 
coating her little hands in a shiny paste as they 
glided up and down the veiny shaft. She was glad that 
what she was doing right now was enough, as her face 
was far enough away so that she wouldn’t be overwhelmed 
by the stinking cock stench, although the realization 
that she would have to do ‘more’ sooner or later was no 
comfort.

"Aaarrgghh... Fuckin... Baby cunt!" Strainer watched in 
utter fascination as the 6yo worked her supple fingers 
around his inflamed shaft like a pro. The prick grease 
allowing her to slickly roll his stretched foreskin 
back and forth behind his bulging purple prick head. 
She would massage down the length of the tight cock 
muscle with pressure right to the base, but on her way 
up again she would only go so lightly, it was more like 
a brush with her supple long fingers tapping oh-so 
gently like she was playing a flute. 

However, as her hands slid up to the base of the head 
and the frenuleum she relinked her fingers together and 
with her thumbs positioned on the underside of the 
head, on the frenuleum she stroked and pressed it so 
that she could feel his heat and cock throb beneath her 
fingers, while simultaneously she wrapped her other 
fingers around the top of the head and the hole where 
the continually seeping-out precum was and that way she 
rubbed the turgid, meaty lump.

"Ahhh... aaarrrgghh.... Ha... Fuck!" Fuck he had taught 
this baby slut sex so well. Only 6yo and a few days of 
being forced and beaten into sexual activity and she 
had the cock tingling ingenuity of a slut, let alone 
her own natural beauty. The sensation she caused as her 
thin little girl’s fingers wrapped around and pressed 
against him in the most sensitive spots, like a little 
pixie, was mind blowing. Each little movement her 
joined hands now performed on his stuffed cock head 
caused the veins to visibly enlarge.

The ironic thing was that Marti was being a sensual 
sexy little preteen tease without being aware of it, 
let alone wanting to. She was using her hands in the 
best way she knew how to make that gross fat cock 
happy, even if it just felt so awful and disgusting 
with all of that slippery grease on her hands and in 
between her fingers and to feel its heat and intense 
throbbing. But it was all in an effort so that she 
hoped she wouldn’t have to perform oral sex on it and 
put that foul thing in her mouth. Although both of them 
knew it was going to happen, she just didn’t want to 
think about it.

"Now slut. Aaarrggh... do the ... Fuck... Next bit you 
fucking worthless ... Yaaahh... whore!" Scared into 
action by his rough primal voice, Marti tried to 
compromise and took a deep breath so that she wouldn’t 
have to smell the fuming stench of cock as she got 
close, before shutting her eyes and leaning in to give 
it a quick peck kiss in between where her fingers and 
thumbs were, just below the peehole. The sweet little 
noise her kiss made was such an understatement of 
sexiness, being so subtle and preteen. The way she 
kissed was a juxtaposition of innocence in the 
sluttiest context. 

The luscious and ultimately gratifying feeling of the 
little girl’s peaked 6yo lips on his prick for just a 
second was enough to send a wave of pleasure throughout 
his entire body once more. "Oh... you... fuck...ing... 
Aaarrgghh.... Fuck!... fucking ... little preteen ... 
tease ... fucking preteen!" He was inconsolable, 
coughing up the words of abuse.

The wretched feeling of the icky slime sticking to her 
lips and the wrinkled texture of the cock head further 
reinforced why she hated giving head so much. She 
looked up scared and surprised as he shouted at her 
those terrible names. "I... I’m sorry Uncle Elliot... 
I... I... thought y...you would like that..."

"It’s good you baby whore! But you can’t ... Fuck... 
Expect to get away with that without giving a full 
baby... Aaarrgghh... blowjob!" This was the moment she 
was dreading. She wrinkled up her face in disgust 
before slowly lowering her face, but the view from a 
distance would look as if she and the cock were similar 
magnetic poles repelling each other in an invisible 
force as she visibly struggled to bring her pretty 
little face any closer. 

"Look at me Marti-ni! Look at me when you do this! 
Always keep eye contact you slut!" Her shaken and 
scared eyes drifted upwards to his, now locked in a 
gaze of torment. He held her hard with both hands 
around her tiny waistline and tight belly as he braced 
himself for the ultimate preteen oral pleasure. He was 
also enjoying the feel of her slight body in his hands 
and was turned on by the idea of how easily he could 
crush and hurt her if she misbehaved. She had such a 
perfectly sexy 6yo body.

The preteen now slid her hands gently down the full 
shaft length to the base to cradle the heavy ball sack 
to make room for her mouth. She couldn’t hold her 
breath long and inhaled deeply the putrid scent of 
aroused pedo cock which made her hesitate again. The 
stench overwhelmed her senses and she needed a few 
seconds to recover so that she wouldn’t puke. However 
as Elliot grew impatient he squeezed her tight belly in 
his strong grip, so soon the baby slut was going down 
on the boiling prick like the whore she was, her lips 
and her tongue slobbering all over the peak of the 
prickhead, allowing her baby spit to slide down the 
rugged shaft where her hands would use it as a 
lubricant to mould all around the base and sticky, 
wrinkly, furry balls. 

His wiry brown pubes often came undone and stuck to her 
hands, all the while she moved her head around busily 
and flicked all over the reddish glowing head with her 
pink tongue like a bullet and intermittently giving 
loud deep kisses right on the peephole. Since they were 
so loud, her mouth opened up with a large enough ‘O’ at 
the end of it to take it inside and suck on it like it 
was some sort of foul tasting flesh popsicle while her 
tiny tongue inside her mouth stroked and pasted 
sloppily all over the underside of the head.

Each time Strainer squeezed her, she knew she had to up 
the ante somehow, and become even more of a preteen 
slut princess. This time she didn’t know what else to 
do except try and take him even deeper inside her tiny 
pert mouth and work her tongue even more busily by 
flicking it faster and longer along the flesh rod, even 
though her cheeks were already stretched and stuffed. 
"Mmmppphhhfff.... Shhhlllurrrp.....Mmmffff.... 
Ssssccchhhmmmppphfff..." Were the muffled and sloppy 
noises the 6yo made with a mouthful of hard MALE penis. 

When she felt the pulsating cock inside of her mouth 
begin to quake too much in agitation, she slid her ‘o’ 
lips up and off the shaft with a sucking pop. She was 
scared of being caught and drowned in a CUMSPLOSION. 
Too cool it off she gently blew air right against the 
head, all over like the sweet little girl she was 
before giving it a soothing and flowery kiss. Next she 
smoothed the palm of her baby soft little hands up the 
underside of the shaft and then gripped onto and 
squeezed the spongy prickhead with her fingertips 
before rubbing the crown with alternating hands and 
turning and gently squeezing it in the same way she 
would to squeeze the juice out of a half orange. 

"Aaarrgghh fuckin God... Fuck... Fuck... Yaarrggh... 
Fuck hot baby slut cunt fucken slab of fuckin baby 
cuntlet fuck! Fuck!...Aaarrrgghh... you fucking baby 
whore..." It was a terribly strange feeling for her. 
She didn’t feel happy, or proud exactly, but it was 
like halfway between the two in the way she could sense 
how well she was doing at giving a baby blowjob and 
that she could clearly see Uncle Elliot overcome by 
pleasure that was all her own doing. But it made her 
sickeningly ashamed of herself and she tried to think 
about something happy, like life before she decided to 
go camping. Although that didn’t help either, 
especially since she was conscious at the way that her 
smooth little hands and nimble fingers were pulling 
tricks all over Uncle Elliot’s grotesque bulbous prick 
head.

"Comon Marti-ni baby whore. Down again." He squeezed 
her again, but this time gently. Throughout the entire 
preteen oral performance he had also enjoyed the 
feeling of her delicately smooth body in his hands as 
he felt her up and molested her. Without another cue 
she leaned down again and gave a long and luxurious 
lick with her moist tongue from mid-shaft all the way 
up to the frenuleum, following the trail of a prominent 
vein. 

However it didn’t take much longer of her preteen 6yo 
mouth plying all along the length of the cock with her 
velvety lips picking out and kissing the most sensitive 
spots and her buttery little pink tongue constantly 
flicking out pleasure throughout the nerves of his now 
swollen and reddened cock to simply CUMSPLODE all over 
her face and in her mouth. Giving her much the same 
fashion as her sister. 

Surprisingly, Marti took the dosing of CUM much better 
since she was cleanly and squarely squirted on and had 
sadly accepted her fate this time, not wanting to be 
MASHED like big sis in the next room she gargled and 
gulped as the bubbling, white translucent ooze was 
forcefully throttled down her throat. 

As she was sucking the furrowed skin of his cock clean, 
Elliot couldn’t resist and bowled his pelvis into her 
face, knocking her down on the bed and quickly grabbed 
her thin wrists, pinning her arms to the bed. He shook 
and chafed his filthy, sweating and cum and spit 
dripping genitals against the little 6yo girl’s already 
distraught face. 

However, he was very pleased and satisfied by her baby 
blowjob so pummeled her rather gently so as not to 
excessively hurt or startle her. But all the more, it 
was still a sexy scene as the gigantic grown man had a 
beautiful 6yo princess pinned down on the bed, with her 
face blocked out by his busily gyrating crouch and her 
little legs kicking out in distress. 

SLAP!!! After using her face as a lovely tender cock 
towel he got up and gave her a mighty hard slap on her 
exposed left butt cheek. The juicy noise vibrated and 
rung around the room. She was so exhausted and 
distraught her little mouth and dark eyes lit up and 
opened wide to shriek but she couldn’t manage to choke 
out any sound except for a pitiful little girly gasp. 
He laughed at her as he got up and walked out of the 
room. Finally flopping his semi-hard cock back into his 
baggy boxers, as if returning a smoking and spent gun 
back into its holster. 

Again, Marti was crying and rolling around on her 
stomach, trying to gag her uncontrollable sobs by 
pressing her sniveling face into the bed quilt as she 
shook her head side to side. In a damp puddle of cum on 
the quilt, frantically rubbing her bruised bottom, it 
felt like she had a burn, a red welt was already 
forming on her perfect baby soft 6yo sun-born skin.

*** 

Elliot Strainer slumped down on the couch, a chilled 
cold beer in his hand. His body felt like it had 
overheated with pleasure. You can have too much of a 
good thing, except for sexy lil girls. He switched on 
the TV, "And the 2 little girls that have gone 
missing... 6yo Marti and 7yo Ryanne..." he changed the 
channel, "So detective have you got any leads as to 
where Mr. Strainer is or the 2 little girls?"

"Ahh fuck this. Hey you little sluts you’re famous now! 
Every fuckin channel!" He laughed as he yelled out to 
them. They were probably still moping about 
pathetically in the adjacent rooms after being forced 
to perform preteen oral sex. He pressed PLAY. "Ah 
that’s better." He chuckled. 

He wasn’t all about sex with these 2. It was how 
innocent, beautiful and perfect these little girls were 
that made them so irresistible. Throughout the years he 
had gathered a handy collection of their pleasant home 
videos, little girls just being little girls.

This particular one showed a family barbecue. He had 
shot it himself about half a year ago... 

They were both in colorful light summer dresses 
bouncing up and down on the trampoline giggling 
hysterically, each of them trying to jump higher than 
the other. "Look Uncle Elliot! I can do a somersault! 
Watch, watch, watch!" Ryanne beamed joyfully as she 
bounced up with all of her 6yo strength, her supple 
young body flipping over into a little ball of color, 
but she wasn’t able to land it properly so plummeted 
down like a heavy bomb into the mesh "Aaaiiiieeeee!!!! 
Hehehehe!" She shrieked as she rolled around while 
still bouncing around on the mesh.

Her landing sprang Marti off of her feet, making her 
slip down onto her face. Her tropical little dress 
flipped up exposing her tiny, stretched yellow panties 
and the tender, lightly tanned flesh midway up her 
back. Strainer laughed at his own photography as the 
footage zoomed right up between her legs from behind, 
the cock stiffening crease of her baby pussy lining 
through the fabric. "Hehehe. Yeah right Ryanne... See 
Uncle El, she couldn’t do it!"
"Oh yeah Marti lets see you do better." Ryanne 
challenged her little sis cheerfully with the cutest 
smile showing the white line of her baby teeth.

"Ok then. Watch this Uncle El! I can do jumping 
handstands." Without hesitation she got up, balanced 
herself then reached down with her hands and kicked her 
legs vertically in the air quickly before bouncing 
around on her hands about 5 times, her dress had now 
slipped down over her face, exposing the tender preteen 
flesh from just below her baby titties, as well as her 
smooth taut belly and her panties, then her long, 
flailing legs.
"Whoa, fuckin hot." He heard himself say, just audibly. 
He laughed loudly and chugged another round of beer.
Because her eyes were covered by her dress and she was 
trying too hard to impress Uncle Elliot, she had no 
idea when Ryanne looked at the camera mischievously and 
acted out an obvious tip-toe walk towards her sister 
before grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her aerial 
legs apart and pushing them back down to the trampoline 
mesh.

"Wha...? Aaaiiieee!!!" This time it was Marti’s turn to 
scream as she fell and tumbled around the trampoline, 
her dress was still upturned, obscuring her vision but 
giving others plenty of her half naked exposed body. 

Trying to make a show for the camera, and Uncle Elliot, 
Ryanne looked at him with the same bad girl grin before 
jumping on her little sister. "Uuuuhhh! Ry... get off! 
Why did you do that for?!"

"See... told you. You couldn’t do it either." Ryanne 
teased as she pinned Marti down. 

"Now, now Ryanne. I think Marti did a pretty good job." 
He heard his own perfectionist grooming behind the 
camera. "And that was pretty cheap of you young lady as 
well." He laughed. "Ok, ok I know how we can work this 
out. Ry if you can pin Marti down for 10 seconds I’ll 
watch you have another go at the somersault, but if 
Marti pushes you off then she can do her handstands and 
you can’t push her down."

"Ok." Ryanne beamed back at him. She didn’t get sad 
like she was being told off because Uncle Elliot always 
said it in laughter and always made it fun, so she 
never lost with him around, or so she used to think.

He took great pleasure in seeing the hot preteen sluts 
struggling and wrestling against each others bodies in 
close contact as their long hair brushed up in a silky 
tangle, Marti’s black and Ryanne’s light brown, like a 
cappuccino swirl. He started the long count, savoring 
each second as they desperately fought against each 
other with hot little gasps and moans, exerting all of 
their energy. Ryanne kept trying to press her 
undeveloped preteen chest against her little sister’s 
tummy below her, while Marti had grabbed both of 
Ryanne’s wrists and was fidgeting to shift off her 
bodyweight. All the while she was thrusting her pelvis 
high into the air to push big sis off. 

To see the little girl’s sexy sheer legs and fuckin 
tight, tight, tight pantyline kicking around like a 
striptease was fuckin unreal. Ryanne meanwhile was 
trying to press her knees against little sis’ side to 
keep her still, as she bent down her dress too rode up 
slightly to expose her bright pink panties, the fabric 
stretched tight over her sexy butt so that the faint 
outline of her sweet features could be seen. The most 
enticing part was following the crease up between her 
legs though, until the line was teasingly blocked by 
the pink cotton junior sized panty.

Both baby whores were going at it incredibly hard. 
Their hands probably explored every other inch of each 
other’s sexy preteen bodies in that 10 seconds, and 
they were just too innocent and distracted to realize 
the softcore pedo meaning of it all. By the time the 10 
count was up, much to her credit, the younger slut 
Marti had managed to fight her way up against her big 
sis so that they were both sideways in each other’s 
grasp. 

When it was over they both looked up at the camera, 
breathing heavily, their little silken legs were locked 
together, still rubbing against each other up and down. 
They discovered that they liked the feeling of one 
another way. 

"So who won? Hehehe..." They both cooed sweetly, 
giggling and blushing to each other and at Strainer. It 
was kinda embarrassing and it was all being recorded as 
well. 

"Well girls I think we have a draw!" The two of them 
looked into each other’s smiling face and giggled as 
well. 

"Hehehe. You couldn’t beat me Ryanne. And you’re 
suppose to be stronger." Now Marti teased back. 

"Well... well... well... You just got lucky! Hmmppff! 
But I beat you every other time. So which one of us 
gets to show you our move Uncle El?"

"You can both do it at the same time. Help each other 
out. Like, well both of you stand up." Untangling their 
bodies, they both stood up with a sexy lil girl ‘I’m 
waiting...’ stance with their hands on their hips. "Ok 
now Marti you go and stand behind Ryanne and hold her 
around the waist so that you can help throw her up to 
do her somersault." 

Both baby cunts looked back at him rather puzzled. "I 
dunno if it’ll work." Marti said.

"Ha, neither do I sweetie but we can give it a try. It 
might be the only way we can get Ry to do her 
somersault." He winked at Ryanne sarcastically, who got 
the jest and giggled back smugly.  

"Well, ok I’ll try." The hot little girl Marti walked 
casually behind her sister and held her around her thin 
waist. Her unaware little fingers tapped and danced 
around Ryanne’s sensitive belly and the top of her baby 
cunt pubic mound, trying to get a grip.

"Hehehe. Marti that tickles!"

"Oh, sorry... Sis!" Marti silly-laughed back cheekily.

Smiling back at the glorious playful innocence of the 
baby cunts, Strainer instructed them. "Ok muffins. Now 
both of you bend down at the knees and when you’re 
ready Ry, give the signal and then jump and Marti will 
try to boost you up."

"Um, ok. Hehehe. Lets see how this works... Ready 
Mart?"

"Yup!" Both baby sluts crouched down slightly, unaware 
how sexy the direct contact between their bodies was, 
mimicking a preteen lesbo pose.

"Go!" All at once in a big jumble, they both were 
propelled upwards with the force of Ryanne’s jump, and 
then both bounced back down onto the mesh on their 
tummies. However Marti landed on top of Ryanne in a 
painful squish, now it looked as if she had mounted her 
big sis doggy style as Marti’s crotch was grinding 
against Ryanne’s pert, wiggly ass. 

"Awww... ah... That didn’t work out so well." Ryanne 
sighed and moaned comically in pain. "Now get off me 
Mart!" Out of breath, they both struggled to be free of 
the other, resulting in an innocent simulation of 
clothed preteen incest porn as Marti groped and grinded 
against her big sis to find leverage to get up.

"Hahaha girls. That wasn’t any good." They both frowned 
back at him. "Maybe we should try Marti’s handstand 
now, I think I know how to make this one work." Both 
baby cunts nodded in agreement. "Now Marti go and do 
your handstand, and Ry, you hold your sister’s ankles 
to balance her." Like good little cunts they 
immediately responded. Again Marti’s dress dropped down 
over her upper half to expose her panel flat preteen 
belly and sweet, sweet baby pantyline. 

"Hehehe. Marti your undies are showing!" Ryanne 
exclaimed, she tried to assist and protect her lil 
sister’s modesty in front of Uncle Elliot by attempting 
to fold her dress in between her legs to at least cover 
up her sexy yellow cotton panties. 

"Oh!" Marti was too excited by everything else she 
didn’t even notice, and blushed shyly, even though the 
dress covered most of her face.

"Nah, nah girls. Just leave it. I don’t care. Ha! 
You’ll need both hands for this though Ryanne." 
Strainer quickly tried to turn their attention away and 
onto the task so that they wouldn’t cover up. With 
complete loving trust, Ryanne dropped the hem of the 
dress again and replaced her hand on Marti’s ankle. 
"Now so you both are really balanced, Ry put your head 
between Marti’s legs and rest your chin there." Unsure 
and cautiously, Ryanne did as she was told, even though 
it sounded rather odd. But she had known this man since 
before she could remember and loved and trusted him 
with everything. 

"Whoa, good girl." Strainer gulped as she complied. 
"Now Marti cross your legs around your sister’s neck if 
you can." With silent concentration the half naked 
preteen slowly bent her legs around Ryanne’s neck. 
"Excellent... Now try and bounce up and down together." 
Gently, without gaining air they bounced on the 
trampoline mesh. Ryanne’s face dug in between Marti’s 
legs against her panties and Marti’s legs locked harder 
against Ryanne, pushing her face further into her own 
clothed baby pussy. It was both a fuck funny amusing 
scene, as well as fucking pedo hot with a topping of 
preteen unaware innocence!

"Girls, Elliot! It’s lunch time!" Their young hot slut 
fuck slut cunt mommy called them in, making the baby 
cunts instantly drop their ‘uncomfortable’ pose and 
collapse onto the mesh. They had forgotten how hungry 
they were with all of their antics.

"See, we did it Uncle El! Cool! Quick lets go for 
lunch!"

"Oh yeah I’m coming... Fuck." 

After that, the screen shutoff and went blank, bringing 
him back into the present. 

"Ahhh yes. Nothing’s gonna interrupt me now from having 
you 2 exactly the way I like. Is there you sluts?!" 
Strainer yelled out to the captured preteen beauties in 
the bedrooms. Not surprising he didn’t get an answer. 
"Marti! Ryanne! Get the fuck out here now you fuckin 
baby whores! Fuckin now!" He yelled. Just for the sake 
of it, to make them even more scared, fearful and bind 
them closer to him. And to prove how much control he 
had over them. 

In no more than a few seconds, the 2 baby cuntlets 
scampered out of the rooms like naughty little girls 
that were about to be lined up and punished. As they 
rushed out of the doorways, the 2 sisters looked at 
each other. It was a strange feeling, as if they had 
been reunited after a long time, although it had only 
been a few hours. But it was understandable, seeing 
what they both had been through. 

Their undeveloped preteen vaginas were still raw and 
painful from the BRUTAL FUCKING that they had taken 
only a few days earlier, when they had lost their 
virginity and become preteen sluts. The force of a 
fully grown and hardened MALE cock inside of their 
sweet meat bodies caused true injury. They couldn’t 
really run, only trot as fast as their little feet 
could flutter, the lips of their redly swollen and 
bruised baby pussies would otherwise rub against each 
other excruciatingly. But still, each forward step they 
took was very sore and they both bit their lower lips 
gently and whimpered like raped little girls to 
distract from the deep, stinging pussy pain. The pain 
surged right up inside of their bodies into their 
bellies and almost made them collapse from overexerting 
themselves. Even standing up was a telling bother for 
them and their young, raped vaginas. 

The look the sweeties shot each other was one of pure 
fear. They both had a telepathic understanding of how 
scared they were at Uncle Elliot’s loud and angry voice 
beckoning to them as if they had done something wrong. 

When they dashed out of the rooms and were standing 
behind his sofa, they started walking carefully around 
the front towards him although they were wary to keep 
at least a foot apart from each other as every time 
they got close to each other to share in each other’s 
loving, sisterly comfort against this horrid ordeal, he 
would always notice and make them do something yucky 
together. 

"Well come on! Get the fuck over here!" They jumped in 
fright as they were shouted at again with a bad word 
and scampered over and stood in front of him promptly. 
They were still not over the trauma and disgust of 
having to perform preteen oral sex on him yet so both 
were lightly shaking all over.

He just sat there on the couch obscenely, slouching and 
burping with his beer, staring at them like the most 
perverse creep that he was. Both of them could feel, 
just from his scary and hungry eyes, his hands against 
their tender young, shivering bodies. He kept 
eyeballing them, not saying a word. Leaving them 
squirming on the spot in great discomfort and 
struggling not to look down at the not-as-scary floor. 
Although they were too afraid to turn their gaze from 
him, incase that was what he was waiting for, an excuse 
to hurt them again.

Both baby cunts looked just so fucking hot! Ryanne’s 
gorgeous straight long brown hair draped over her 
shoulders, as she stood there like a model with one 
knee slightly bent. Her cum-stained clothes with the 
blue Hello Kitty cutoff-T and her white short skirt 
were more in the slutty teen fashion, although shrunk 
down to preteen. He smirked as he thought how the 7yo 
baby slut got those clothes just to seem cool and grown 
up like a girl twice her age. Her beautiful young face 
had such attractive soft features, although they were 
unnaturally fixed stern with worry.

And Marti in her rude trucker trailer trash slutty 
cuntlet oversized t-shirt was just looking the sexy 
doll. It gave him a warm feeling inside to know how 
naked that 6yo baby cunt was if he just ripped off that 
one item of clothing. She was so nervous he could taste 
it. Her little fingers twitched at her sides, fiddling 
with the edge thread of the worn t-shirt, she 
occasionally sniffled too and she was so fucking shy 
she wouldn’t be able to keep eye contact with him for 
long.

The long and most awkward silence, coupled with his 
grotesque ogling of their preteen bodies became 
unbearable for them. Now they’d both preferred it if 
he’d at least yell some foul abuse at them that 
wouldn’t even be found in an R-rated movie. "W...what 
d...did you call us for Uncle Elliot?" Ryanne made the 
brave move.

"Did I call you over here baby whore?" He asked matter-
of-factly. They both nodded slowly. "I didn’t call you 
over here!" He yelled at them again, just for kicks, so 
loud that beer spittle sprayed on their pretty little 
faces. They jumped up in sudden fright, now preparing 
for the worst. Just so scared!

They looked at him puzzled, but didn’t dare to say 
anything else now. "Well what the fuck are you 2 doing 
here?!" 

"I... Y...you called us..." Ryanne quivered, scared to 
the depths of her 7yo pussy. "Um... uh... I... I 
dunno..." 

"Is that the best answer you have?!" She shook her head 
anxiously, hoping that it was the right thing to do. 
Marti now visibly tried to distance herself between the 
2, wishing to stay as a casual observer despite her 
deep, unconditional love for her older sister, she 
didn’t see the point in joining in. 

"And where the fuck are you going little miss cunt 
slut?!" Strainer turned his violent attention to Marti, 
who was trying to back away but duly stopped dead in 
her tracks.

"N...n...nowhere! I wasn’t going anywhere Uncle 
Elliot..." She squeaked out.

"Yeah, so I’m asking you. What the FUCK are you doing 
here?!!!" They both started panting heavily in panic, 
trying to think of an answer, and completely befuddled 
as to what was happening or what he wanted. 

"W...We...We...We...um...ahhh...*sob*...I’m s...sorry I 
d...don’t *sob* know!" The blubbering baby cunt broke 
down. "P...please don’t hurt me Uncle Elliot 
pleeease!!!" Ryanne trembled and shook her body on the 
spot like she was throwing a shopping tantrum, except 
this time the tears really meant something. "Please 
don’t hurt me! Please! I...I really don’t know 
w...*sob* what you want... b...but I’ll do whatever 
it... it is...!"

"Oh, so you don’t want me to hurt you Ryanne sweetie?" 
She tearfully shook her head, with her mouth in an 
open, wavering frown. "But what if I hurt... HER!!!" 
"UUUHHHH!!!" They both screamed as he lunged at Marti, 
squeezing the tiny sub-4ft 6yo with all of his massive 
strength. He looked with wild, crazy eyes at a 
horrified Ryanne right next to him as he roughly 
pinched and pushed all over Marti’s frantic, struggling 
and pained young body. "Is this ok is it?! Is it you 
selfish preteen slut?!" He yelled and spat in Ryanne’s 
face as he punched and squeezed and pinched and poked 
all over her little sister’s vulnerable body.

"No!... No!...No! Stooop! Uncle Elliot pleeease *sob* 
Stoooop! It!!!" Ryanne reached out and tried to break 
them apart but of course her 7yo strength meant less 
than nothing! Her irresistibly beautiful and tear 
drenched little face appealed with everything she had 
to make him stop MASHING Marti. 

"Then answer the fucking question dammit you fucking 
little 7yo slut!!! Why are you here?!" They argued as 
she continued with futile effort to free her little 
sister.

"I don’t know! I don’t knooooow!!! I’m s...sorry!!! Let 
her go! Please! You’re choking her!!! *sob* U...Uncle 
Elliot!"

"It’s because you’re a SLUT you cunt! You fucking baby 
cunt! You’re a fucking preteen SLUT! You’re here 
because you’re a SLUT!!! Now why are you here?!!!"

"*sob* B...because I...I’m a sl...slut! I’m a slut! I’m 
o...over here because I’m a slut!!!"

"What about her?! Is she a slut?! Huh?!" In the 
calvacade of child abuse Strainer motioned down towards 
the rapidly weakening and redfaced little girl that he 
was simultaneously bear-hugging with one arm and 
beating with the other.

"Y...yes *sob* she is a slut! P...please let her go!"

"Why are you here again?!"

"B...because we’re sl...sluts!!!" She cried with 
sustained effort.

"W...what type of sluts?!" 

"Uhh...Uh... Baby sluts, p...preteen sluts...?"

"Because you’re HOT PRETEEN SLUTS! Tell me again why 
you 2 are here!"

"B...because we’re h...hot preteen sluts!"

"What are you?!"

"*sob sob sob* HOT PRETEEN SLUTS!!!" 

"Good cunt." He finally released the poor, abused 6yo, 
letting her drop to the floor. Of course she was 
unaware of all that had just flashed by in the past 
minute. "See sweetie that wasn’t so bad." Elliot 
laughed before walking off to the kitchen, finally 
leaving them in a war-torn and short-lived peace.

Ryanne slumped over the form of her limp sister. 
Crying, checking and massaging her precious young body 
back to consciousness. They embraced and hugged each 
other deeply. Even though the foul and overwhelming 
scent of CUM was everywhere on them, they had to share 
in each other’s love and company by sobbing on each 
other’s shoulder. 

"W...when *sob* *sniff sniff* will we go h...*sob* home 
R...*sob* Ry?"

"*sob* I...I d...don’t kn...kno...hoooo..."

"I...I w...want to s...see mommy and D...Daddy... 
*sob*"

"S...so d...do I...*sob sob sob*"

They rested against each other’s shivering but warm 
young bodies for another few minutes, ever conscious 
that they would soon be disturbed. Their cappuccino 
combo hair now stuck to each other’s sticky faces once 
more. They could hear Elliot shuffling around in the 
kitchen, and each noise made them freeze like they were 
playing the child’s game ‘Mr. Wolf’.

After a while the tears subsided and gaining from each 
other’s presence they were finally able to raise their 
faces up off each other’s body. They looked at each 
other’s stony, sad faces, almost as if it were a 
mirror, and then gently wiped the fan of hair away that 
was sticking to each other’s face with their caressing 
fingertips. Finally giving each other kindly smiles. 
Ryanne’s blurry green eyes drifted downwards and she 
started giggling. "Hehehe. Marti you’re t-shirt is way 
big on you, it looks funny." 

Marti looked back at her plainly. "I don’t like it." 
She raised her arms and watched how the hole of the 
sleeves could probably fit in at least 5 of her slight 
arms and looked down at how the collar drooped so low 
it was only just above her 6yo baby nipplets. 
"Hehehehe. But it does look funny." They both giggled 
again in the sweetest little girly tones as they saw 
the comparison, almost forcing it out to make 
themselves even feel one bit happy. It reminded them of 
when they used to play dress-up with mommy and Daddy’s 
clothes at home.

However there wasn’t all that much for these two 
beautiful preteen muffins to be happy about and their 
expressions soon dropped into a dullness. "*sniff* 
R...Ryanne..."

"Hmmm?"

"What’s a hot preteen slut?"

"I...d...don’t know. B...but we are hot preteen sluts. 
We have to say we are..."

"I don’t want to be one. *sniff* I don’t like being a 
hot preteen slut."

"Me neither..."

"Oh but you are!!!" Elliot’s voice behind them made 
them both jump and seize the comfort of each other’s 
hands instinctively. They were too afraid to turn 
around, as if they’d been caught red-handed committing 
the crime of immoral sluttiness. He could see their 
beautiful pearlescent faces and features reflected in 
the smooth blackness of the TV screen, stunned, like a 
class snapshot of exquisite preteen purity. "And I 
think some other MEN that you will we meet soon will 
certainly think so as well."

Continued in part 3...

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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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